the twins had a quidditch game, you, obviously went for them. staying in the bleachers cheering for them every one and awhile they’d take quick glances at you and smirk, or wink.

after a while, the game finally ended and they won. now you all were in your dorm, fred was behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist with his face buried in the back of your hair.

george was in front of you, his arms also wrapped around you, his head on your chest. both cuddling you like clingy kittens.