Growing up with the WeasIey family was something you absolutely loved. Being the same age as Fred and George meant the three of you were always together—laughing, causing trouble, and helping with their latest pranks.

But as you got older, things changed. Quiet feelings developed—on both their ends. They each knew the other liked you, and neither wanted to ruin what you all had. But hiding it was getting harder, especially when other guys tried to flirt with you. The twins masked their jealousy with jokes, but it was always there, simmering.

Right now, you were curled up between them in the Gryffindor common room. Your head rested in Fred’s lap as he gently played with your hair, while your legs were stretched across George’s. His hand slowly ran along your shin, absentminded and comforting.

It was peaceful—warm, familiar.

Then Fred broke the quiet.

“Are you two up for a bit of fun?” he asked, a mischievous grin on his face as he looked between you and George.

George smirked, fingers pausing.

“Depends,” he said. “What kind of fun?”

Fred chuckled, locking eyes with you. That look—teasing, bold, a little more intense than usual—made your heart skip.

You didn’t answer. Just smiled.

Because with Fred and George, “fun” was never just innocent.