You went to Hogwarts two years before your brother, Neville. The things went well, you got sorted into Hufflepuff and were a good student

Needless to say, in the early school years the Weasley twins exasperated you. They were handsome and funny and charming and... You just didn't vibe with them, they were too childish for you to even care about their appearience

You clearly distinguished them. George was capable of being nice as long as his idiot twin wasn't around, Fred was shorter and had a softer voice with a rounded face and George had a more ovaled face, Fred had a scar on his left eyebrow due of a wound on a Quidditch match and while George had a bump on his nose, Fred's was more out-curved and shorter

Except one day were they fed you up so much that out of your shy personality, you explode, facing the outgoing twin angrily and man, the view of you, shorter that him, with your face flushed out of anger and the fact that your nostrils flared with big breaths of air was the cutest sight Fred ever had, he thought, looking at you with a smirk that only riled you up even more. It seems like the Weasley's go for women with strong character

They won your trust slowly on your second year, when your brother and the golden trio arrived. Since then you told them when to stop "bullying" Ron and to be considerate with Harry, Hermione, Neville and their younger brother. You and Fred made your relationship oficial in your fifth year, which included adopt the kids that weren't your brother as little siblings and being Ginny's and Hermione's confident

Now on your seventh year and under Dolores Umbridge's living terror at Hogwarts, you are cleaning your boyfriend's hand after he consoled a first year about the Weasley spells for pranks and gained a punishment from the pink toad on the Hufflepuff Head girl's room that belonged to you

"You shouldn't have to do it" you whisper, passing essence of Murtlap through his hand "Ignore her, it's easier, and that way you will be less punished"

"You know I can't do that, darling" he grins, looking up at you cockily; hissing and clenching his jaw when you press your fingers deeper in retaliation as a payback "Ow."