Wonder Wizards (Fred/George Weasley x Reader)

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The day dragged on in a daze, you clawed at your stinging tired eyes in an attempt to stay awake. You never slept well when you napped during the day, and thought you would be better off crashing later on at night to guarantee a well deserved rest.

George had slept in for most of the day, eventually making a sleepy appearance in the living room at 5pm.

Hermione on the other hand had not left the kitchen dining table, frantically flipping through every page of the Weasley's battered copies of 'Magical Drafts and Potions' and 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' textbooks.

Ron, Harry and Fred occupied themselves with beater practice outside in the garden. You could admire Fred and his taut biceps from the kitchen window, his skin glistening with beads of sweat under the unforgiving blazing sun. His long and lanky frame defined the plump flesh that flexed with every swing of the bat.

Ginny eventually snapped you out of your trance, noticing that you were drooling over him as if you were under a spell. She had requested for you to plait each other's hair, giving her the opportunity to discuss the strange green potion for the thousandth time.

The more you talked about it the less sense it made.

Everyone hoped that the Ministry would respond swiftly, even though there was a small doubt they could just laugh and throw your letter in the bin. The bright side was that George seemed to be himself, chucking up what looked to be nuclear grade fluid surely guaranteed to make anyone feel better.

Wandering into the kitchen to make a pot of tea, you observed Hermione becoming increasingly frustrated, exasperated by her unsuccessful attempt at discovering what the mystery potion was.

She had her elbows solidly propped up on the table with her fingers tightly hooked into her hair, pulling it at the roots. She was leaning so far forward you thought the worn down wood would collapse from underneath her.

Her nose was a hair's breadth from touching the page of the battered book, deep brown eyes hectically scanning every frayed word. "I just don't understand it," she said finally, dragging her hands down her face, pulling at her under eyes. You could see the cogs turning, whirring and strenuously spiralling into overdrive.

Hermione had a hard time accepting when something was out of her hands, or if there was a puzzle with a missing piece. She was convinced that every answer to magical knowledge could be found in a book, even if it was secretly hidden within, the solution to every problem would be there somewhere.

"You've said that about five times now" you joked, placing the teapot on the cooker, ticking the gas on to ignite the bright flame underneath. Her delicate hands returned to the roots of her hair, pulling at it again.

"Hermione, I think it's best that we wait for the Ministry to get back to us" you told her, gently pulling the textbook out from under her nose and closing it firmly. You rested on the edge of the table beside her, ensuring the book was out of her reach. "The main thing is that George is alright" you smiled, but she huffed in a sulk.

"You're still the smartest witch I know, this is something I bet Snape hasn't even come across" you laughed shortly, endeavouring to diminish her annoyance. She had the palms of her hands steadily balanced on the apples of her rosy cheeks, curled locks of chocolate brown hair tumbled over her shoulders that were tense like steel.

"Bet you're glad you've got your fuck buddy back" she said with a straight face, you nearly choked on your own spit at her statement. She couldn't hold the resting bitch face, her tight lined lips cracking into a beautiful twinkling smile.

You looked at her starstruck, breathing out astounded giggles as you processed again and again what she had said. She laughed even harder when the twins made it known they had been standing outside in ear shot of her comment.