Wonder Wizards (Fred/George Weasley x Reader)

Not Even a Little Bit, Not Even at All

The days that passed between you slamming the twins bedroom door and Harry's birthday had been much more pleasant than you had imagined. Not a word about Juliet, and not a word to either of the twins.

Bliss.

You had expected things to feel.. 'back to normal'. Or as normal as situations could be post the events of this summer. But without the twins making each waking day a living hell, irritatingly enough you couldn't be further from 'normal'.

You were too angry that night to do much about what George had told you, seething rage coating your vision. You knew deep down that they had some sort of contest taking place between them, but never guessed they had placed a bet. A cash bet at that.

You felt oddly better, knowing that you made the right choice to never admit anything to George. Your confession would've only been a few more galleons in his pocket. A stab in the heart for you, a jingle in his pocket for him. The amount they bet on you didn't care much to know.

George must have told Fred, judging by his annoyingly cute puppy dog face paired with sudden panic whenever you exchanged eye contact. The two of them were lucky that they still had their testicles.

The shift in your dynamic with the pair hadn't gone unnoticed by everyone else at the Burrow, however it was never mentioned. Hermione first noticed the automatic crushing grip you held your hairbrush with when George's name was mentioned, and the way you would flick your thumbnail against your top teeth when they talked at the table.

Whatever it was, she knew they had fucked up. More so than usual.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked when she stumbled upon you packing your bags in Ginny's bedroom. Your canines almost cut through the inside of your lip, chest weighing heavily as if it was full of lead.

"Going home tomorrow morning," you replied bluntly, folding up another shirt and setting it neatly in your trunk. Hermione was befuddled, her nose wrinkling as her eyebrows crumpled. "Going home?" her tone was almost whiney, despite being classed as a grown woman she sounded dreadfully juvenile.

"You said you were only spending the last week of summer at home," she stated. Her assumption was correct, considering this was the plan even before the summer holidays began. You had discussed it over toast with jam in the Great Hall earlier that year.

You shrugged your shoulders, only meeting her eyes for a short glance. For a second her muddled expression made you feel guilty. "Plans change".

But Hermione wasn't taking that for an answer, her bewilderment snaking into ill temper in an instant. She strode over and snatched your shirt out of your hands, snapping the lid of your trunk firmly shut. "Tell me what's going on. Now!" her nostrils flared, eyes wide and stern.

You purse your lips and sucked in your cheeks, tapping your heel against the wood floor, looking anywhere but your friend standing before you. You wanted to tell her, so badly, but you felt that everyone had tired of your shenanigans with the boys.

You shrugged your shoulders again, but Hermione remained there, this time folding her arms and dropping her hip. She would stand there all day if she had to, and you knew that all too well.

So with a nod of your head, you swallowed your pride and finally managed to look at her. "They... uhh.. they bet on me," you explained. You saw the red flash in her eyes, almost as if you were waving a flag in front of a raging bull. But her silence was a clear cue for you to continue.

"I don't think he likes me - George. They were playing me the whole time," you could only say so much, you didn't want to become upset again. It was embarrassing by this point how much you had cried over two boys who didn't even like you.