You were Harry Potter's big brother. You were two years older than Harry, as you were 17 like the Weasley Twins, and they had been your best friends since first year. You were at The Burrow because it was vacation, there was even Harry with you.

Today, apparently, Fred did a meeting in the bathroom, inviting you, Harry and George and when you all three entered the bathroom, there was Fred, standing there in front of a towel sitting on the counter like always.

"Why is my towel still damp?"

Fred asked you three, looking confused but everytime he wanted to use that towel, it was always damp, never fully dried.

"Because it's not your towel, it's MY towel, Fred."

You said like it was obvious and Fred looked at you, frowning before speaking.

"No it's not YOUR towel, your towel is the red one." Fred said, pointing at the dry red towel on the counter, next to Fred's towel.

"I'll tell you this, Forge. I've never used that, I do use that one every single day." You said, gesturing to the damp towel next to the red one. Fred froze a bit, George and Harry exchanged looks and Fred mumbles something.

"Oh Merlin..." Fred said, he thought of something but he wanted to wish that it wasn't that and George couldn't help but comment with a smirk.

"This means you two have been drying your junk with the same towel." George said, pointing at you and Fred and finally Harry spoke teasingly.

"Intimate..." Harry said in almost a teasing mumble as finally Fred looked at you and snapped.

"Are you out of your mind?! How do you think this is your towel, do you even wash it?"

Fred asked, taking the damp towel in hand as he looked at you and you frowned at him, confused and scoffed before answering.

"No I don't wash the towel, the towel washes me! Who washes a towel?"

You said like Fred was dumb and Fred quickly put the damp towel back on the counter and spoke.

"You never washes the towel?!" Fred asked you in disbelief as you throw your arms in the air and spoke.

"What am I gonna do!? Wash the shower next?! Wash a bar of soap?! You gotta think here, Fred!"

You said like Fred was stupid while Harry and George seemed to enjoy seeing this bickering over a simple towel and Fred seemed shocked and in disbelief.

"I'm furious right now!" Fred said, he almost wanted to rip his ginger hair off and finish bald because of that thought of you both using that same towel for maybe weeks or even months without knowing it.