!!HAPPY ENDING!!
Meet - (𝐘/𝐧) 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, an ordinary young woman who unexpectedly finds herself transported into the fantastical realm of Harry Potter as the fraternal twin sister of Ron Weasley.
With no knowledge of how the story will unfol...
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The Gryffindor common room was a sight to behold, exuding its usual welcoming charm. It was a cosy circular tower room, adorned with dilapidated yet inviting squashy armchairs and rickety old tables. The crackling fire in the grate added a cheerful glow, while a handful of students gathered around it, warming their hands before retiring to their dormitories. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the room, mischief twinkled in Fred and George Weasley's eyes as they busily pinned something up on the noticeboard.
Curiosity sparked within (Y/n), and she couldn't help but inquire, "What's that?" Her question hung in the air, causing the mischievous twins to exchange mischievous glances before breaking into mischievous grins.
"Sis, you don't need to know. Instead, focus your attention on your boyfriend," Fred replied with an impish smirk.
Furrowing her brow, (Y/n) responded, "Boyfriend? Who's my boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend!" She was taken aback by the twins' audacious claims. Where on earth did they gather such information?
Amidst stifled laughter, George snickered and remarked, "Are you seriously going to deny him right in front of his face?"
"Deny him?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room in confusion. Seeking an answer, she turned to Harry, only to be met with his own bewildered expression. A brief glance at Neville led to a sudden realization.
"No, no, Neville is not my boyfriend!" she vehemently denied, briefly locking eyes with Neville. "You're a great guy, of course, but—" she turned back to the twins, "I'm not dating him, and besides, I—"
"Of course, we're not talking about Longbottom. We're referring to the lad with emerald green eyes, rare and brilliant," George abruptly changed his voice, adopting a girlish and high-pitched tone to deliver the last few words.
With a playful glimmer in his eyes, George clasped Fred's hands, and the two shared a gaze brimming with an odd mix of affection and mischief. "A sight that captures the heart, beyond compare," George melodiously declared, as if uttering lines from a whimsical love story.
Fred, his eyes shining with feigned adoration, chimed in, "Their vibrant hue, like leaves in spring."
George continued, the theatrical tone still in full swing, "A gaze that makes the heart sing."
Confusion mixed with amusement danced across (Y/n)'s face as she chuckled and shook her head. She couldn't fathom the antics of the mischievous twin. In the midst of it all, she had forgotten about Harry's bad mood, his likely preference for heading straight to the boys' dormitory.
