Outnumbered // Weasley Twins x Reader

Then came the avalanche

While Fred and George continued to fret over your mental health and recovering from the mysterious potion Blaise had fed you for nearly a month, the only thing worrying your mind was school.

Being absent for your first few weeks of the semester placed a giant gap of knowledge between where your classes resumed and what you actually remembered. Though, you weren't sure if that was because you actually didn't know the teachings, or if it was just a lingering side effect. Regardless, you had to study twice as hard as your classmates to catch up and even harder to stay afloat as finals quickly approached in the spring.

Aside from that, things were going well. The twins eventually stopped treating you like you were made of porcelain. They touched you when they wanted to and without restraight, which was refreshing. Even your sweet Freddie began to get a bit rough at times; his handprints staining your skin on Sunday nights and barely fading enough for you to work on Friday evening.

On the particular Sunday night before your final exams, you were stuck working the closing shift. Sylvia had been generous and assigned you to work the stage instead of the floor, which allowed you to cram in some studying between sets.

It was there at your illuminated vanity that you sat with your nose crammed in an Organic Chemistry Study Guide, oversized flannel button up pulled over your shoulders to protect you from the draft of other dancers going in and out, that Fred and George approached you quietly. And of course you didn't notice their reflections in the mirror, because any second that your eyes weren't on that book were seconds that you weren't absorbing valuable information.

But you did notice the two beautiful bouquets of flowers that were set simultaneously in front of you. The two men reluctantly refrained from dressing you in diamonds and silk, but if there was one thing they would splurge on (and that you'd allow them to shower you in) it was flowers. Botanicals, herbs, all potential potions ingredients that would find a reincarnated life in your cauldron and then in bottles on your shelf.

You smiled upon pulling your nose out of the book and swiveled around in the bar chair to face them. "I thought I told you two that I'm busy tonight?" You scolded playfully, but of course their presence was always welcome.

"You did," George said.

"And we heard you," continued Fred.

"But since you refuse to come over after your shift ends—"

"Maybe I wouldn't have to refuse if the two of you knew how to keep your hands to yourselves," You interrupted George, to which he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek with a devilish grin.

You'd been spared any real punishments for that mouth of yours so far. In fact, many of the repercussions you'd been given felt much like rewards, which only spurred you to press his buttons more often.

"Well you don't exactly make it easy, do you?" He replied while giving you a once over. That oversized flannel did little to cover your breasts and curves when it wasn't even buttoned. "Anyways, we just wanted to wish you good luck."

Fred took you by the hand and pulled you off of the stool, lips quickly searching out the column of your neck, "And we got a shipment of these little golden nuggets in—"

You saw George's hand emerge from his pocket. He shook a small, clear candy container and the delicacies inside rattled gently. "Felix Felicis gummies," he said, and then wasted no time stealing you away from his brother.

George threaded his hand through your hair and tilted your head back, forcing you up onto your toes just to inch your lips closer to his. "We know you don't actually need them," he started.