You went to Hogwarts two years before your brother, Neville. The things went well, you got sorted into Gryffindor (I'm choosing this one cause it's my house and cause for the plot, you can change it tho), shared room with Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell 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 (the girl's denial)

Except one day were they feeded you up so much that out of your shy personallity, you explode, facing the outgoing twin angrily and man, the view of you, shorter that him, with your face flushed out of angriness and the fact that your nosetrils flattered with big breaths of air was the cutest sight Fred ever had. 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 fourth year, which included adopt the kids that weren't your brother as little siblings and being Ginny's and Hermione's confident

Now you were on your sixth year, sitting on the Great Hall with an Hermione of fourth year reading when you see your troublemaker boyfriend and best friend shaking a potion proudly in their hands

"It worked, ladies and gentlemen, here we have the aging potion!" they exclaim, making you open your mouth when you realize why Fred was so interested in your knowledge on poti potions this days, so you call them out, looking at your book again

"It's not going to work" you affirm in a singing tone "Oh yeah?" asks you George, sitting by Hermione's other side and Fred sits by your free one

"And why not, love?" Fred ask you, looking down at you as if you were the most expensive and prettiest work of art, adoration shinning on his light brown eyes "Because that's an age line" you reply obviously

"Drawn by Dumbledore himself" Hermione adds after suppressing a giggle at Fred's gestures and your blushes "So?" it's Fred's turn to ask again, still not tearing his eyes out of you