Outnumbered // Weasley Twins x Reader

Favorite Fantasy

It was freezing cold in the Black Forest.

Freezing cold, and everything your whimsical little heart could've wanted for a Christmas vacation. Icicles clung to wiry tree branches and a layer of shimmering, clean snow sat on the ground.

You, Fred, and George arrived by portkey; a little garden gnome statue similar to the one that sat in your muggle parents' flower bed back home. The cottage they'd made a habit of renting every winter was already being warmed up by a fire in the hearth, stoked by the ever punctual Hermione. She'd dragged Ron out of bed early that morning so that they could claim their usual beds and get the place ready for everyone's arrival.

"Is this real life?" Ron asked with a slack jaw as the three of you tossed your bags onto the living room floor, "I mean, is this actually, finally happening?"

George wasted no time taking his little brother's head under his arm and whispering something unintelligible into his ear — likely words of warning, you assumed.

Not long later, Ginny and Harry showed up. It was then that you three females allowed yourselves to revel in a moment of reunited excitement.

"This is the girl that's been dragging the two of you away from the manor for the past month and a half??" Ginny had an ecstatic smile painted across her face. She wasn't scared of George's reaching arms like Ron was, and she was faster than him too! The girl dodged her brothers' attempts to silence her, frolicking around the cottage and jumping over furniture at the chance to embarrass them.

"Blimey, after all these years! Harry, remember how pissy they used to get after never being able to nail her with a bludger during matches?" She continued.

You hadn't known Ginny during your time at Hogwarts, as she was a year below you and in a rivaling house, but she was a worthy opponent once she'd joined the quidditch team. There was always some sort of unspoken alliance between female rivals though, some sort of sorority in being a part of something so brutal.

"Still brewing these days?" Hermione asked, "I always thought Snape favored you in Potions Club, you know. Didn't help that you mastered Felix Felicis by our fourth year."

"Not recreationally, but I study Chemistry at uni. Hopefully I'll be able to combine the two practices in a few years." You told her. Potions Club had been about the extent of your relationship with Hermione, or any Gryffindor, during your school days.

She certainly wasn't wrong about Snape having favored you, though.

The day went by quickly. Hermione, being the most domesticated of the bunch, whipped up a quick dinner and afterward you put a kettle on the stove. The twins' eyes lingered on you heavily throughout the evening. Wanting fingers only roamed over your skin when they knew that their little sister was out of the room or preoccupied. It seemed they were intent on keeping her shielded from their advances, which was understandable. Ginny was an intimidating creature, and if you had to guess, their mother would be as well. It was best to make a good impression on the youngest Weasley first before taking on the matriarch.

"So, onto more pressing matters," Harry said as Hermione served up a tray of piping hot mugs. He'd been telling you about his occupation as an auror and was obviously bored with the subject. "How did all of this come about?"

"Yeah, Fred and George haven't told us shit. We were beginning to wonder if this mysterious girlfriend of theirs even exists." Ron added.

Your heart skipped a beat (more than a few, perhaps) at his choice of words. Had they really described you as that to their friends? To their family? No official proposal had been asked, and you weren't sure you would even accept it if it were.