intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Don't Worry

*Y/N's POV*

     For a half-day, it seemed to drudge on a lot longer than any of us would've liked. All of us looked a bit more disheveled compared to when we had started the work day. Fred and George locked up the shop, Verity waving as she walked out into Diagon Alley.

     We all walked into the back office, getting ready to leave for the night.

     "Can't wait till we can just go upstairs and call it a night," George yawned as we shuffled into the fireplace.

     Fred rubbed the back of his neck, "You'd think with the start of term that we'd be less busy."

     "Don't get too comfortable boys, we've got to start packing," I added. Both of them let out heavy sighs before Fred threw the floo powder into the logs below.

     "At least, it'll be like when we pack to go to school," George explained as we all tiptoed up the stairs to their room. The Burrow was silent, signaling that everyone had already gone to bed.

     "I'm going to grab the boxes from the attic, I'll be back," Fred kissed my head before going up the next flight of stairs.

      "So?" George smirked as he went to empty his dresser.

     "So what?" I asked as I took some of the items off Fred's shelf.

     "How're you feeling about moving in with Freddie?"

     "I'm moving in with both of you," I rolled my eyes as I folded Fred's shirts.

     "Yeah, but you're only sleeping with one of us. Even though I've offered multiple times to help you guys spice things up in-"

     "George Weasley!" I tried to keep my voice low, "I told you that we will no longer be discussing that," I scolded.

     George put his hands up in surrender, "Just a friendly offer is all. But honestly, you're not at all nervous about living with Fred?"

     I shrugged my shoulders, "Honestly, not really."

     "Then why do you seem so on edge?" George asked, crossing his arms.

     "I don't know what you're talking about," I tensed, avoiding his eyes as I continued folding clothes.

     "You still haven't told us what you needed to talk to Harry and them about the other day."

     That was true. I didn't do it to lie to them, I did it so they wouldn't do one of two things; think Harry and I were going mad or feel even more on edge that another member of my family was after all of us.

     "I told you both that it was nothing to worry about, didn't I?"

     "Yeah, you did. But last time, you tried to keep something that 'didn't matter',  you and Fred got into an argument, didn't you?"

     I bit my lip, "Got the boxes," Fred interrupted the tension, "Not without a bloody fight, that damn ghoul wouldn't shut up. Thought he'd wake everyone up if he kept at it." Fred finally noted the awkward silence, "What's going on?"

     George quirked his brow at me. "I have something to tell you guys," I sighed. Both of them put down whatever they were doing to give me their undivided attention, "The other day when my Aunt Narcissa wanted to meet and she sent me that letter. I had Harry, Hermione, and Ron follow her so I could know what I would've been roped into. Not surprisingly, she had Draco with her and the two of them went into Borgin and Burkes."

     "Yeah, but aren't the Malfoys their best customers?" George tried to joke.

     "Guess you could say that," I smiled halfheartedly, "But that's not all. Harry thinks he might've seen something and considering the company my aunt and cousin had, I wouldn't be surprised if it was what he thought."

     "Company? Who was there?" Fred asked hesitantly.

     "My mother and Fenrir Greyback," I answered, "But that's not important. What is important is that Harry thinks my cousin is now a Death Eater."

     They exchanged confused looks, "Are you serious?"

     "And I can't tell if I believe it or not. I mean, Draco has been raised to be just like my uncle and with him being in Azkaban, my cousin could fill his shoes easily."

     "Yeah, but what would You-Know-Who want with your cousin? I mean Malfoy's only sixteen, isn't he?"

     "Therein lies the problem, and the fact that my aunt is so protective over him. I would think that even she sees the issue," I answered, "And Hermione and Ron are convinced Harry is going mad, thinks that his hate for Malfoy is finally getting out of hand."

     "I'll say," George added.

     "I mean the little git did get us all kicked off the Quidditch team last year," Fred sneered.

     "Happy I got to punch his teeth in when I could," George snickered, Fred letting out a smirk.

     "I just don't know what to believe at this point. And it's not like I can keep an eye on him anymore," I let out a heavy sigh, "And look what happened the last time none of us believed Harry." 

    "You always believed him," Fred answered. 

   "Because he hasn't given me a reason not to. People always doubt him for whatever reason and I hate that. I know that some of his claims are completely mad but isn't everything with that kid?" 

     George let out a huff, "Naturally."

    "I just don't want us to realize the truth too late, again," I confessed, "Harry told me he'd write me if anything suspicious seemed to happen with Draco around. I'm hoping that I'll get a letter saying everything's just fine and there's no way my little cousin is a part of a murderous clan." 

   "Wishful thinking, darling," Fred stood up and wrapped his arms around me, "You can't stress yourself out over this. We've got plenty to worry about already." 

    I nuzzled my head into his chest, "Maybe you're right. The Malfoys are my past," I tilted my head up so my chin was on his chest, "You're my future, Weasley." 

   "Lucky you," Fred smiled before pecking me on the lips. 

   "Guys," George cleared his throat, "Sitting right here, you know." 

   "Then leave," Fred quipped, not taking his eyes off me. 

   "I will not. This is still my room too, thank you very much!" George protested. 

   "He's right and we should all be getting to bed anyway. Got loads more packing to do and we've got to move all this to the flat after," I explained, pulling away from Fred as I set the things I had folded and gathered into boxes. 

   "You're lucky she's so nice to you," Fred sneered at George, "Can't wait till we have our own rooms." 

   "Whatever," George chuckled, "You'll miss me." 

   "Boys," I interrupted their bickering, "Let's all just go to bed, alright?" I laughed, rolling my eyes as I got myself into bed with Fred. 

   "Yes, Mum," George teased as he tucked himself in. 

   "You're lucky your mother isn't here or she'd ring both of your necks for bickering so late at night and nearly waking up the whole house," I quipped as Fred wrapped his arms around me from behind. 

    George and Fred scoffed, waving off my threat, "Pfft."

  "Night boys," I chuckled lightly as my eyes felt heavy. 

   "Night Y/N," George smiled before falling asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. 

   "Night Lestrange, I love you," Fred whispered. 

   "Love you too, Weasley," I mumbled before falling completely asleep. 

   *a/n: sort of a filler chapter but also give y/n an opportunity to update the twins. also, there's not a whole lot of the twins in half-blood prince because they're no longer at Hogwarts and with the golden trio. so now this is kind of my own storyline where i can focus more on fred & y/n as well as her family situation. anyways, happy reading my loves!*