Wonder Wizards (Fred/George Weasley x Reader)

Bustling Burrow

Spending the summer with the Weasleys was your favourite way to bridge the gap between school years. You and Ron alternated every summer break between each others houses, the two of you had been inseparable ever since you met during the sorting ceremony in first year. It was the first week of the summer, and your sixth year at Hogwarts was approaching.

"Oh for merlins sake", you exclaim as you shut off the hot shower water, realising that you had forgotten to bring a towel with you. You wrung out your sopping wet hair before stepping out of the shower, the cool morning air nipping at your skin. Tiptoeing over to the bathroom door, you opened it slightly so you could stick your head out and survey the first floor landing.

You heard the hectic Weasley family readying for breakfast downstairs, distant chatter echoed through the floorboards. You groaned and rested your head against the door frame just as you heard footsteps clambering up the stairs. It was Fred, heading up to the second floor to his and George's room. "Amazing", you grumbled under your breath. "Pssttt, Fred", you tried to beckon him over.

When he didn't respond, you raised your voice to get his attention, "Psssttt... Frederick!". He stopped and turned to you, pure disgust written across his face. You stuck your arm out and gestured him over. He sauntered up towards the bathroom door, his index finger stuck up as he responded, "First of all, do NOT call me that... and second, what?". He stood with his arms crossed, towering over you once he reached the outside of the bathroom.

"Please could you get me a towel? I forgot to bring one in", you said almost cringing. Fred threw his forearm dramatically up to his forehead and tipped his head back, "You said please?!". You reached out and slapped him on the arm, "Yes, please. I'm freezing". He crossed his arms again and furrowed his eyebrows in thought, then flashed you a playful smirk. "No actually, I don't think I will".

He chuckled and began to wander back to the stairs. You were about to call him back but Ron appeared. "You alright, Y/N? You've been up here for ages", Ron emphasised the 'ages' as he walked up to the bathroom door. "You're going to miss breakfast". You rolled your eyes and darted a look up to the ceiling, gesturing to the second floor in Fred's direction, "I asked your dickhead brother to pass me a towel because i'd forgotten to bring one in with me, but he won't get me one".

You heard Fred laugh on the second floor landing and you stuck your middle finger up in his direction before he closed his bedroom door. Ron sighed, "Sorry about that, hang on i'll get one for you". Ron retrieved two warm towels from the linen cupboard, "I'll plate up some bacon and eggs for you" he said as he handed you the towels. You thanked him before securely wrapping one towel around your body and the other around your hair, shuddering at the sudden warmth.

You headed to Ron's room, you had always shared a room with him when you stayed with the Weasleys. As you both grew up Molly suggested that you share a room with Ginny, however the mere suggestion that you and Ron saw each other in that way made you both want to be sick. You would do anything for each other, but romance crossed the line.

Fred and George had a horrible habit of joking about how you and Ron were secret lovers. They insisted you were both pretending to have a platonic friendship on the outside and would have, in George's words, "Fiery red hot passionate sex" behind closed doors. The twins knew exactly how to get a rise out of you.

When you and Ron became friends in your first year, the twins would tease you and pull light pranks. It started with them hiding bang snaps under rugs in the Gryffindor common room, which would emit a loud bang when stood on, never failing to make up jump out of your skin. However as you grew older the pranks would get worse, you would be terrorised by them.

The worst one to date was last summer when the twins bewitched your broomstick that you kept in the Weasleys shed, for when you'd often play Quidditch. The broomstick did exactly the opposite of what you wanted, earning you the crack of a bludger to the side of the head. They were extremely apologetic, but it only made you hate them more. You were always the butt of their jokes, and seemed to be the prime prank tester against your will.