Colours of my soul (Oneshot series)

George Weasley

"Please control your boys!" Angelina said, taking your attention away from the plate of perfectly hot soup in front of you, making you sigh tiredly.

"What have they done now?" Everyone at Hogwarts knew about your connection to the Weasley twins, although unfortunately no one knew more than you did. 

Not many people are lucky enough to find their soulmate in their first year of school, and even fewer people are unlucky enough to have their soulmate being an identical twin, and not knowing which one it is.

You could count on your fingers the number of people who could tell the twins apart, and being on your third day of school you were definitely not one of them. Of course when your eyes landed on one of them and you realized he was your soulmate, you thought you'd learn to tell them apart in time, but nothing was that simple with the Weasleys, because they never wanted to tell you which one was it.

"Don't get us wrong, miss." One of them told you at the time, "It's a deal we made when we were kids."

"That's right." The other added, "If that ever happened, we decided to do some research on behalf of the wizarding community. We'll see if you can figure it out for yourself."

"This is ridiculous!" You exclaimed "How am I supposed to do this?!"

"Following your heart." The two put their hands on their chests, joking.

You thought that was absurd, but at 11 you didn't know much better or how to impose yourself, so you ended up leaving it at that. Now, five years later, it was too late to turn back.

You and the twins had become good friends, inseparable really, in fact all of Hogwarts knew that you were the only one able to control them when they got out of line, and that was exactly what Angelina was driving you to do.

"Quickly! Before they have time to fool some more poor kids." Fred and George had done this before, used the first years as guinea pigs for their products and charged them for it. You had already advised them not to do this to the children, but it seemed like they thought they could do it behind your back.

"George! Fred!" You yelled as you rounded one of the hallways on the fifth floor and came face to face with the two Weasleys handing a small package into the hand of a Hufflepuff boy. Caught in the act, as their startled faces revealed "Fred, give me that." Over time you had become the most expert at differentiating between twins, even if it did nothing to help your initial problem.

Fred handed the small package into your hands, a guilty expression on his face. You read the packaging and couldn't hold back an incredulous laugh.

"Jumping candy. It'll make you and your friends bounce right up to the ceiling." You read aloud again "Were you really going to make him pay to be used as a guinea pig?" Now the little boy looked at you scared "Take your sickle and go back to class." He obeyed you and ran away.

"It's no big deal. It wasn't going to kill him." George defended himself.

George Weasley. You let your gaze rise to meet his, the reason for your despair these past few years. You tried really, really hard to avoid making the idiocy of falling in love with one of them, after all it could be the wrong twin, but this time it felt like you had no escape. You liked George Weasley so much it worried you.

You had thought to admit, ending this game soon is accepting if you were wrong. But what if it really wasn't George? The truth was that you felt equally good with the two of them, there were no barriers between the three of you, with George it was more, but... There was nothing that could guarantee you that it wasn't all in your head, and if it was actually Fred he would be devastated and your friendship would be over, and you couldn't do that.