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a switch, and he looooves you straddling him. as much as he likes seeing you under him, it's no match to how much he likes you in his lap, hands roaming over his chest and shoulders.

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you had always been friends with fred weasley. since your first year, when you had asked to sit with him and george in the Hogwarts Express, you had become friends with the two, whether you wanted to be or not. so naturally, fred's name didn't even come to mind when alicia spinnet, your bestfriend of five years, asked about prospects for dating. you were sitting on your bed in the girls' dorm that you shared with your bestfriends, angelina jhonson and alicia spinnet. you set your hands in your lap, thinking. you weren't the type to chase after boys; your priorities lay with bettering yourself, trying to get your grades up, and friends. and besides, trying not to get the weasley twins expelled took up enough of your time as is.

"someone as a future boyfriend….? " you muse, leaning back. angelina and alicia exchange an amused look. you had been with a grand total of one boy beforehand, and that had gone up in flames after he had made a snarky remark about hermione granger's hair. you did not take your morals lightly.

"you know, y/n," giggled alicia, "you can just say you want to live in a house alone with a dog when you're 23," which earns her a playful pillow to the chest as you bristle with mock indignance.

"hey, sod off. you name me 3 guys in this sorry school that are worth dating? they all either have big egos, can't spell for shit, are quidditch obsessed, or miserable misogynists," you defend, and angelina nods.

"i have to agree with you on that… i wish i could say otherwise. but surely there might be a few good blokes around," she says optimistically. alicia perks up suddenly, her hands dropping from where she was playing with her blonde hair.

"hey, y/n, why not one of the twins? we're all friends with them, and they're…nice enough. you know their family and everything!" alicia grins, and you try to deadpan, but can't keep your obnoxious laugh in. the weasley twins! you break down in laughter as you imagine it; fred, trying to be romantic with charred flowers that were probably involved in a prank or experiment. george, trying to send you a love letter but ending up sending it to someone else. the concept of dating one of them was like asking you to imagine dating a very, very distant relative; not technically impossible, but still incredibly bizarre. alicia huffs when angelina starts giggling too. you were all friends with each other: alicia, angelina, and you, then the twins and their close mate, lee jordan. you had all formed a sort of friendgroup since the second semester of your first year, when you had conceived the brilliant idea of making the twins and their bestfriend be friends with your bestfriends. so alicia and angelina knew of how ridiculous the twins could be.

"all im saying is, you and one of the twins could look good together. just pick one or something. i vote fred, he takes your tomatoes during dinner and you make him finish atleast some homework every week. it's cute, is all," alicia shrugs, and you give her a horrified but mildly amused expression.

"you say that like you're asking me to pick a donut. and besides, i hate raw tomatoes, he loves them! it's a simple, silent agreement between friends."

"i have to agree with y/n, al."

"i hate you both. i'm the only hopeless romantic here."

"you need to stop watching romcoms, darling."

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you sit with angelina and alicia sit at your usual section at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, across fred, george and lee. when the trio arrives, you raise a brow as lee sits down, smoking. not like smoking a blunt…. literally smoking, with fumes. angelina helps herself to a piece of shepherd's pie, unblinking. a few moments of awkward silence pass.

"fine, i'll ask. why are your dreads smoking?" alicia asks exasperatedly, setting down her fork. lee points at the twins in mild amusement, who grin mischieviously.

"convinced him to set a firecracker in one of the suits of armor," fred begins, fishing an extra firecracker out of his pocket. george leans in, continuing from his twin.

"but he set it off too early, and it exploded in his hand," he recounts in glee, and you press your lips together to mask your amusement.

"are you alright, lee?" you ask mildly, trying to seem shocked or worried. lee wipes the soot off his hand onto his trousers, deadpanning.

"i'm splendid, y/n. the twins are a joy to be with," lee says, smiling sarcastically, and fred snags him into a playful headlock, making lee yell out, laughing. you pick the sundried tomatoes from your caprese salad, watching. you'd never understood why boys liked expressing their affection by wrestling each other into headlocks, but it seemed to be working out fairly well for them. seemingly satisfied after nearly strangling his best mate, fred lets go of lee, settling down before reaching over to your plate to scoop up the tomatoes that you had set aside; it was an unspoken thing between you two, so he didn't need much confirmation. alicia catches your eye, giving you a, "see, cute!" look. angelina catches this too and smiles, and you try to supress a snort of amusement. yeah, fred taking your tomatoes was about as cute as professor flitwick asking you to submit your homework. it was completely ordinary to you. just another tradition in your long lasting, legendary friendship.

"they're doing the looking thing again. i told you girls can communicate with their eyes!" lee mutters to the twins, who look up to see you and angelina amused, and alicia slightly disgruntled.

"what's this secret talk about, ladies?" fred asks, popping a tomato into his mouth. you swivel around in your seat sharply to hope alicia would stay silent. of course, she speaks.

"i was just saying that y/n and fred might be cute together. y'know, the traditions, shared habits, and all," alicia says, looking even more resolute to stand her ground now that the whole group was involved. you turn to fred, who meets your eyes with mischievous, brown eyes of his own.

"ohhh, me and y/n?" fred asks, wiggling his brows. you stab a piece of lettuce warily, already knowing where this was going to go. fred puts his fork down, slinging an arm around his twin with a thoughtful expression.

"well, george, i don't think it would work out, would it? she would just be far too….obsessed with me. i need a chill lady," fred jokes, and you stare at him with a poker face, expressionless but clearly disapproving. he holds his hands up in surrender, wincing. fred wasn't stupid, and he knew you had a sucker punch up your sleeve if you needed it.

"alright, alright, we wouldn't work due to other things," he relents, clearly not really that scared or remorseful at all. ginny weasley peeks over from a few seats down with her own friends, looking very curious. she was standing to look at you, red hair tied in a ponytail with flyaway strands peeking out like a messy halo of fire.

"fred? you and y/n are together??" the younger redhead practically yells across the table. the girl may have been only 13, but merlin, was she loud. coming to Hogwarts had really made her grow out of her shell, you thought. Hogwarts students, being the nosy teenagers that they were, all turn in unison to look at where you were sitting with your friends- including fred. fred couldn't stop grinning cockily, and you rub at your eyes, sighing. you loved ginny, you really did; but right now, you wished she didn't know of your existence.

"together??" fred laughs, before abruptly adopting a solemn expression. "ginny, we've been married two years next saturday," he says, and your expression flattens. angelina bites her lip to hide her smile, and alicia outwardly giggles. you elbow the nearest girl, mildly irritated.

"yeah, they haven't told mum yet. planning on it this christmas," george chimes in seriously. fred nods, looking scarily serious. ginny sits back down, look disgruntled at the lack of gossip and the influx of tomfoolery.

"you two are idiots, you know that?" she huffs, and her friends surrounding her giggle as she sits.

"runs in the family, doesn't it?" fred replies cheerily.

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before long, the last dregs of the winter had warmed into early spring. flowers bloomed around the castle- angelina had found a 'forget-me-not' on your way to breakfast blowing daintily in the wind, having sprouted from the cracks between the stone walls of a corridor window. flowers had been planted all over the castle, likely by professor sprout. however, instead of admiring the new additions of flowers that particular tuesday morning, you were running for lesson, yet again. you and your friends were late to class, because the twins had gotten caught up in explaining one of their new prank plans at the breakfast table after stuffing their faces with toast. you sprint down the stairwell, with angelina, alicia, lee, fred and george infront of you. suddenly, you remember; the twins had left their essays in the common room. what's worse, they had only written them because angelina had forced them, and because they knew professor snape would have their heads if they didn't turn it up.

"you left your bloody essays in the common room!" you yell out, already backpedaling to run back to the common room. everyone starts yelling all at once, out of breath and panicked from being late. under usual circumstances, you wouldn't care, but this was Potions.

everyone starts running back, and you hear curses flying in all directions, especially in the twins'.

"sorry, sorry! fuck, we just did that damned essay!" george pants, long legs picking up speed. in your haste, your bookbag slips from your shoulder, nearly causing you to trip. without missing a beat, fred leans down and catches your bag, lightly yelping in shock when he does. your strides slow to take your bag, but fred keeps sprinting, grunting when you slow.

"keep going, don't stop!" he pants, and despite the situation, you almost laugh at the innuendo. "merlin's balls, y/n, what the hell is in here?" fred gasps, voice an octave higher than usual.

"actual books, you wouldn't know," you wheeze out, and fred slows, breathing heavily.

"you know what? tou-chee." fred gasps, and you burst out laughing, also slowing.

"it's touché, you absolute dingbat," you laugh, and fred's brows knit in confusion. just as he opens his mouth to reply, your little tête-à-tête is interrupted.

"will you two shut up and run?! we're going to get roasted to a char if we don't get to class in two minutes," angelina yells out.

"always thought it sounded a little french," george muses from the front, short-winded. you and fred share a sheepish look before starting to run properly again. a cluster of first years flatten themselves against the wall as your ridiculous group thunders past. fred hooks your bookbag on his shoulder, and this time you don't attempt to take it back. it was completely ordinary, alongside him saving you a seat at the benches when everyone was at quidditch practice, and you giving him your tomatoes. and besides, someone offers to carry your heavy bookbag for you? by all means, they could go right ahead. your shoulder was aching anyway.

after retrieving the twins' essays, angelina only stops to curse at them before you all start running again. fred was still carrying your bag, and you didn't even have time to ask for it back. the bigger concern at hand was professor snape breathing fire in your faces. stone walls turn into a grey blur around you, and you vaguely hear peeves cackle, "ooohh, troublemakers are late again? someone's in for detention!"

stitches forming at your side, you stumble to a halt at the dungeon doors, with fred, george, lee, alicia and angelina joining you. you gulp down air greedily along with your friends, fear making your heart lurch into your throat. swallowing your figurative heart, you knock on the door, peeking in along with 5 other heads.

"look who've finally decided to join us..." professor snape drawls from the front of the class. you hear lee audibly gulp behind you. you were all still breathing heavily, completely winded from the run.

"go inside," you hiss to fred, lightly shoving him forward. he shoves george, who shoves him back. before you could push fred forward, professor snape's voice stills your movement.

"miss y/l/n.... where is your bookbag?" he asks, which confuses you momentarily. remembering, you turn to fred, and he drops your bookbag into your hand. well, the free service was nice while it lasted. professor snape's lips curve into a sneer.

"ah, mister weasley....miss y/l/n seems to have employed you as a pack mule," he mocks, which draws snickers from a particularly petty group of slytherins. you had only accidentally dropped a barely warm potion of one of them once, and they acted like you scalded all of their and their families' faces off. you fight the urge to roll your eyes. if snape cared so much about you all being late, you would think he would just let you in and get on with his bloody lesson. but nooo, every time someone who wasn't a slytherin was late, he simply had to make a spectacle of them first. it wasn't a secret that professor snape wasn't your favourite.

"temporary position, sir," fred replies, and you shoot him a look that said, 'you are so stupid.'

"benefits and pay non-existent, sir," george chimes in, and fred elbows his twin, grinning. you hear angelina groan softly from somewhere to your left.

"do you find my classroom to be a comedic stage, both of you?" snape scowls, robe sweeping across the floor as he stalked towards you six. you always wondered if debris got caught in it. "first, all six of you arrive late," he mutters quietly.

"why did we all go for the twin's stupid essays?" alicia whispers then, her voice barely audible. you mentally facepalm. you should've just shoved the twins to their death. when it came to Potions lessons, it was every man- and woman, for themselves.

"and then," continues snape sharply, glowering. "you proceed to make a fool of yourselves, with improper dressing-" he flicks his wand in fred, george and lee's direction, and their loose, unruly ties straighten and tighten. the twins gasp in unison at the sudden restriction, and lee coughs, tugging on his now proper tie. you tense, fidgeting with the strap of your bookbag. you weren't particularly scared; getting scolded by snape was a regular occurrence for you and your friends. you just really, really didn't want detention. you had a book you had been meaning to catch up on, waiting at your bedside. you cherished your time alone at night- a warm shower, comfortable clothes, some peppermint tea from the elves in the kitchen, and your-

"detention, all of you. two hours," the sharp hiss rudely snaps you out of your reverie. you try to keep your eye from twitching in irritation.

"two hours?" alicia sighs, and you can hear her facepalming. snape's cold gaze sweeps over the six of you, with your hair messed up from the wind and clothes slightly rumpled.

"to your tables. turn to page 395," he practically spits. you didn't need any more encouragement, immediately making a hasty beeline for the nearest empty table, and the furthest one from the back. when snape's back turns to walk back to the front of the class, you set your bookbag on your desk with a heavy thump, sighing deeply.

"could kill a hippogriff, that bag," you hear fred whisper, likely to george. you turn around to where he was now sitting, shooting him a half-assed glare.

the rest of Potions sweeps by with a lot of grumbling and sulking.

"honestly, what is his issue?" alicia huffs as the six of you exit the dungeons, detention slips stuffed into your robe pockets.

"we were fifteen minutes late," lee offers helpfully, which earns him a middle finger from the blonde.

"it doesn't help that he's constantly in a bad mood. we could come a minute late and he would write us up anyway," you point out, and a chorus of agreements follow your statement.

"i'm so glad we don't have to see him over the spring break," alicia sighs happily. you nod, already thinking of the days you could spend at home reading and....reading....

"yeah, but there's still weeks to it, i don't think i can make it 'til then!" lee moans, and alicia pretends to wipe at her eyes mournfully.

"oh lee, however will you survive two more weeks in the school you've lived in for years!" she cries, and lee scowls playfully at her. the twins come up at lee's side, wearing matching grins.

"hey, we share a dorm! what d'you mean you can't survive?" george asks, pretending to be offended.

"yeah mate, we're a joy to live with," fred declares, and lee deadpans. you whisper, "allegedly" under your breath, and angelina and alicia start laughing. lee seemed less amused.

"yeah, your socks ending up in my laundry is such a joy," he mutters, crossing his arms as fred throws an arm around his shoulder. "dunno how i'll manage without it,"

"alright, no need to get your knickers in a twist, my friend," fred encourages lee, thumping him on the back so hard he trips.

"we'll nick you a cauldron cake from the kitchen, even," george promises, and lee relents, grinning slightly. the boy loved his cauldron cakes.

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before long, topics of gossip about who was snogging who melt into the discussion of spring break activities. your group, as it happens, is also interested in this topic. trying to warm yourself with the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, you stretch your legs out in front of you, slumped over in the squashy armchair that always swallowed you whole.

"i've already written to my mum, she's going to make her roast. merlin, i can't wait to gain a hundred pounds," angelina sighs wistfully, hugging herself.

"alright now, stay with us on earth, angelina," george teases, and angelina attempts to smack him with a throw pillow, causing him to lean into fred's side and away from angelina's attacks.

"my uncle's visiting my parents' to see me," alicia says happily, ignoring angelina still attempting to hit george behind her.

"the same one that accidentally popped a balloon animal in your face when you were a kid?" you ask quizzically, and alicia laughs, nodding.

"yep, the very same one. i can't wait to see him, i always get away with things when he's around," she muses, and you knew she was already thinking of what miniskirts she could wear despite london's chilly weather.

"what are you doing?" george asks you, finally evading angelina's pillow by sitting behind fred. fred looked like he had two heads because of his twin's one bobbing behind him. lee laughs at that.

"sleep, and i've been meaning to catch up on this book for a while now..." you think aloud, lifting your legs to sit cross legged. fred and george stare at you, seemingly waiting for a continuation. parties, food, relatives, the usual. you stare back, shrugging.

"yeah, eventful spring, really," you say simply, smiling.

"why are your holiday plans always bloody dreadful?" fred asks, looking actually sympathetic.

"i was also planning on maybe baking," you include, and fred turns to george, looking horrified.

"george, we have to ask her." fred mutters, as if planning an oath.

george nods in immediate agreement, and the twins turn to you in unison.

"come home, y/n," fred says decisively, and you cross your arms, opening your mouth. fred looked almost wistful for you to come; your spring plans weren't that bleak! you were reading a thriller novel, for merlin's sake.

"no arguments, we do this every time," george says before you can argue, and you snap your mouth shut. having been the twins' best friend for years, you had visited The Burrow many times, during which the entire Weasley family had treated you like one of their own, even if you had never stayed the night. for the one day you were visiting the Weasleys, it was always a blur of laughter, food and chaos.

"for a week," fred insists, and you make a face of pure disbelief.

"half the holiday? how could i possibly stay that long, your mum and dad-"

"love you?" fred splutters, and you pause, fighting a smile.

"well, i suppose they do like me, but i imagine they'd be tired with so many people in the house," you say considerately, knowing the whirlwind of chaos that the Weasley siblings brought with them. the twins bounce up from their seats and sit on either side of you.

"compared to us, you're practically a house cat, y/n. trust us, mum and dad'll love you around. mum writes about you, y'know," george says convincingly, and fred nods.

"mum writes about you, asking us, 'how's y/n?' and 'is y/n visiting us over the spring?'; it never ends, honestly," fred recalls, mimicking molly weasley's warm but often high pitched voice with astounding accuracy. you sigh; you did want to go, but in order to go, you had to ask your parents....

"we'll help write to your parents," george says, sensing your hesitance immediately. fred nods, already bouncing with excitement. angelina smiles from her seat.

"y/n, you know how the twins get when they want something, just go!"

fred grins, and you could practically see all the possible pranks you could help him and george with flowing in his head. "yeah, what angelina said! you know you want to, y/n! imagine it, my dear friend; mum's cooking, swimming in the lake even though it's freezing, winning at Exploding Snap-"

you finally relent happily, nodding. "i'll come! your mum's apple pie is so worth it-"

"and me. i'm also worth it, y/n."

"yes, and you, frederick. how could ever i forget."

"it's going to be a long week for you, y/n," alicia giggles, and you nod, smiling anyway.

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