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Lakshmi Vilas Palace, Vadodara, Gujarat, India,

doughnut home

$535,000 / 4 br / 2 ba

North Bend, OR

Built in 1908

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Villa Omah Prana, Payangan, Bali,

Summary: When George impersonates Fred to tease you, things get confusing-until the real Fred steps in to prove there’s no mistaking who he really is.

You should’ve known the Weasley twins were up to something.

It started in Potions which, honestly, should’ve been your first clue. Fred and George sitting quietly, not blowing anything up or turning the cauldrons into fountains? Suspicious.

Professor Snape’s voice droned through the dungeon, the flickering green light casting eerie shadows. You were meticulously chopping your ingredients when Fred leaned over, whispering, “Lovely day, isn’t it, Y/N?”

You didn’t look up. “Lovely for you maybe. You’re not the one trying to keep your potion from exploding.”

He chuckled. “Ah, but where’s the fun in that?”

You smirked faintly, shaking your head. “Trouble follows you like a lost puppy, Weasley.”

“You make it sound like I’m the trouble,” he said, eyes glinting.

“Fred-” Snape barked suddenly, “focus, unless you’d like to join Filch in cleaning cauldrons.”

Fred muttered under his breath, shooting you a wink that made your stomach flip just slightly before returning to his work.

Later that afternoon, you were walking through the Hogwarts courtyard, enjoying a rare moment of calm between classes. And then you heard it:

“Oi, Y/N!”

You turned and froze. There was Fred, jogging toward you — or at least, you thought it was Fred. Same grin, same messy hair, same cocky, impossible charm.

“Hey,” you said cautiously. “Shouldn’t you be with George?”

He grinned wider. “Maybe I am George.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re not.”

He tilted his head, clearly enjoying himself. “Bet you can’t tell us apart.”

You smirked. “Bet I can.”

He stepped closer, smirk widening. “Prove it.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to think. “Fred’s the one who’s got a scar near his left eyebrow from that fireworks disaster last summer.”

He blinked. “Ah. So you do pay attention.”

“Maybe,” you replied, biting back a grin.

Fred leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a teasing murmur. “Then you should know by now which twin you’re standing in front of.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the warmth creeping into your cheeks. “Fred, if you think I’m falling for one of your tricks-”

“-Then I’m doing something right,” he finished for you, grinning.

You exhaled a soft laugh. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re dangerously distracting,” he countered, leaning just a little closer.

Your heart skipped. “Oh, please.”

“You’re seriously beautiful, you know that?” he murmured.

You tried to keep your tone steady, but it came out more flustered than you intended. “Is this how you talk to all your classmates?”

“Only the ones who make me forget how to be witty,” he admitted, with a grin that made your knees weaken just a little.

Before you could respond, another voice rang out:

“Y/N! Fancy seeing you here!”

You turned and there stood another Fred. Or rather, the real Fred, judging by the sparkle in his eyes.

“George,” he said flatly to his twin. “You’re really going to flirt with her as me?”

George smirked. “Just seeing if she could tell the difference.”

Fred shook his head, his expression softening as he turned to you. “So… could you?”

You hesitated, your heart still pounding from the first encounter. “…Eventually,” you admitted.

He stepped closer, tone teasing but sincere. “Next time, I’ll make sure you know it’s me right away.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? And how exactly will you do that?”

He leaned in just slightly, enough for his breath to brush your ear. “Guess you’ll have to find out, love.”

Over the next few days, Fred didn’t let the moment go. Small notes appeared in your textbooks: “Bet you can’t tell me apart from George now ;)” or “I’ll be the one leaving chocolate frogs in your dorm. Don’t eat George’s by mistake.”

You caught him in the hallways more than once, pretending to bump into you, hands brushing yours with deliberate charm. Each encounter made your heart race, each smirk he shot your way leaving you both flustered and exhilarated.