"Right, so where are we so far?" Fred murmured, his voice low and soft.
You leaned over to point the feathered end of your quill at one of the torn pieces of parchment that was covered in your hurried scribbles and sketches. "Well," you began, replying in the same hushed tone. "I've figured out the formula for the dung bombs. If goes according to plan, the detonation will be delayed by about five to ten minutes, right? So, now we've just got to figure out what time we can sneak into Filch's office to plant them."
Fred nodded along as you spoke, his eyes on you despite your avid gaze never leaving the parchment. You sat back onto your heels and turned to Lee and George.
"Did you guys manage to note down his schedule?" You asked them quietly, peering over at the open notebook in George's hand.
The four of you were sat on the floor in varying positions next to the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common room, surrounded by the rest of the House. A handful of students, including Hermione, were quietly studying at the desks, but the majority were loudly cheering on Seamus Finnigan, who was trying to chug an entire barrel of butterbeer.
His school shirt was drenched in the sweet drink, his cheeks red as he stood on the table, cheers and claps and whoops swirling in an excited chorus around him. Ginny was one of the loudest, waving her arms cheerily.
"Come on, Seamus, I could do this in my sleep!" She yelled.
"Hear that, Fin? A twelve year old girl reckons she's better than you!" Another student called Dean Thomas said.
Fred and George chuckled at their little sister, whose attitude was no doubt a result of her mischievous twin brothers.
"I'm surprised you two aren't up there with him," you grinned, eyeing the breathless Seamus who was now almost drowning in butterbeer.
"Oh, we will be," Fred said.
"Give us a moment," George added with a wag of his finger.
"We've just got to get his plan sorted. We've been at it for three days, Hobgoblin, we can't delay it any longer," Fred finished. He stretched across you to prod the messy notes that his twin had scrawled and you tried to ignore how close his face was to yours.
"I am not going to be holding your hair back when you're throwing up later," you sighed, your heart fluttering hard as Fred winked at you.
"Don't worry, honeybuns, I will," Lee fussed, patting George on the cheek. You snorted and shook your head.
"So, as I was saying," George said with a loud, important clearing of this throat. "Lee and I did manage to get most of Filch's routine down, for both his weekends and weekdays. Though we didn't bother with anything before ten A.M, because we won't be up then-"
"Not even during the week? They're school days, George. Our first classes are at nine," you interrupted, folding your arms.
"Like he said, we won't be up then," Fred replied, grinning at you.
"Twits," you muttered, rolling your eyes. It was impossible, however, to not grin back. The last three days had been almost entirely perfect. Since you agreed to help pull the first prank in months, you found yourself settling back into routine with Fred and George. The morning after Hogsmeade, they threw themselves down at your breakfast table, sending your book flying and splashing juice all over Lee. You barely had time to glare at them before they got you reading through textbooks and practicing potions to perfect a delayed dungbomb idea they'd had.
"Ahem. Focus please, children," George tutted. You sat up straight and saluted to him, your fingers brushing your forehead at the exact same time that Fred's did. The two of you burst into gleeful laughter, the familiarity of the two of you in synch as sweet as ever.
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Fanfiction"Give me your hand," Fred murmured, his familiar crooked smile playing on his lips. He slipped his fingers into yours and gently lifted your hand, placing it firmly on his chest. "Do you feel that? My heartbeat? Hit me there. Hit me where the heart...
