Outnumbered // Weasley Twins x Reader

Happier Than Ever

***CW - Casual use of the word "Daddy"***

The days before heading to The Burrow were magnificent. Better than you ever could have expected.

One morning you awoke to see Fred and George already bundled up and ready to journey out into the snowy forest, checklist in one hand and wicker baskets in the other. When you asked them where they were off to, they admitted that the Black Forest was a great place to scavenge for potion ingredients. After even a bit more probing (and blocking the door with your arms crossed like a spoiled toddler), they also admitted that they'd hoped to find a few bat spleens and bursting mushrooms for you, as they hated knowing how often you ventured into Knockturn Alley to buy them.

Eventually, they caved and allowed you to join them — but of course, their resolve came with conditions.

You returned to the cottage a few hours later with the bat spleens, bursting mushrooms, and scratches all along your back from being forced up against the rough bark of a tree. Fred's knees were glowing red from being pressed into the snow for so long and both of them seemed to have lost the adorable caps their mum had knitted them years ago.

They took you to the Yule markets in Munich and Berlin, making note of the stalls you lingered at for an extended amount of time and watching how the colorful lights twinkled off of your eyes. You noticed them taking turns distracting you while the other snuck away to finish up some shopping, but never questioned either twin too thoroughly about it. They'd grown accustomed to a life of luxury, and if their love language was gift giving — well, who were you to impose?

After a few more days of snowball fights, sledding, and Hermione's Elixir to Induce Euphoria infused hot cocoa, it was time to head home. Home being a place you'd never visited at all, but somewhere that everyone around you spoke so warmly of. Harry and Ron hadn't shut up for days about Molly Weasley's homemade treacle fudge, and Ginny mentioned more than once that she couldn't wait to see her parents' reaction upon realizing who you are — but that was the scary part.

You'd never met a boyfriend's parents before. Worse, Fred and George weren't even your boyfriends, they were just two men you were spending time with. Even Blaise had never offered to introduce you to his mum — and the two of you had dated for years! Though you were sure that was at least partially due to the fact that you were muggleborn.

You stood in the bathroom mirror that morning doing your makeup. A much less risque version of what you might paint on for work, as you didn't want the Weasley's presuming you to be just another slag that didn't mind taking her clothes off in public.

"You don't need to do all of that just for our parents, darling. They're going to love you either way," Fred told you while popping his head inside the open bathroom door.

"Not true, Weasley." You replied, "The two of you are bringing home a stripper that your mum's precious baby boys share. I should probably start praying to the muggle gods now for a miracle. I'm sure that's what it'll take for her to not cast me out of her home immediately."

George entered the cramped room and took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. "Pretty sure we're bringing home an intelligent, self-reliant woman that we've been mental about for years — and mum knows that. You've got nothing to worry about, love. Really."

You brushed them off, as there was no use in trying to explain your anxiety to them, and continued getting ready.

After all of the bags were packed they were placed into the fireplace alongside piles of gifts that would be sent over first. The hearth erupted in a wall of bright green flames, and then they were gone. Ginny and Harry waited a few moments before stepping foot in the fireplace, giving whoever waited on the other side a chance to move said presents out of the way before they too disappeared behind a handful of floo powder. Once Ron and Hermione were out of sight, it was your turn to make your long awaited appearance.