You were friends with the mischevious pair of Weasley twins known as George and Fred. You three were atached to the hip, never one without the other, and going as far as the teachers asking one of you where the other/others were when the trio wasn't complete. Due to being so close to those two redheads, you were an usual guest in the Weasley house, you were an extension of their family by now.

You were the same age as the twins, that meant two years older than Ron, their little brother, and the youngest boy in the family since the youngest kid was Ginny —three years younger than you and the twins—. Then you had Percy, Bill and Charlie, who were the oldest boys in the Weasley family.

You were simply hanging out in the Gryffindor common room with the twins, they were explaining to you how they got detention —a bit too enthusiastically— after flooding Professor Snape's office with some kind of pumpkin pudding. You just laughed alongside them before you heard three familiar voices laughing and talking as they entered the room, they were Harry, Hermione and Ron —the golden trio of their course—. You saw the way Fred and George wiggled their eyebrows at each other before smirking and calling their younger brother over, who, rolled his eyes and scoffed at the sound of their voices before he turned around and his eyes fell on you. Suddenly he seemed much more eager to walk over, and it didn't go unnoticed the way Harry nugded him while Hermione simply shook her head and shoot you an apologetic look.

Ron walked over to his two older brothers and you, sitting on the couch next to you —you had grown very fond of Fred and George's younger brother—. Almost instinctively, Ron placed his chin on your shoulder as his hand reached for you arm, softly and gently grabbing it. As if subcounsciously trying to state that you were his property, while he looked at his brothers. Oh if only you knew how big of a crush he had on you. Truly cliché though, falling for his older brothers' friend, a cute cliché actually.