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Fred and George Imagine *Double Trouble*

"Bloody hell..." Fred mumbled, leaning against his hand as he dreamily watched you cross the Great Hall to reach your table; Even from a distance you managed to take his breath away, which was not an easy task, mind you. The dining hall seemed to liven up the moment you walked inside, your bright smile lighting up the room instantly and sending a warmth to the cheeks of the fiery redhead. Fred had realized he was smitten, there was no denying that. His partner in crime recognized it as well, giving him a sharp nudge in the side as he chuckled. "Come on now, Freddie boy, ogling at the poor girl isn't going to get you anywhere," George teased, pulling his twin from his daydreams, "As if you had a chance with her anyway." He said between mouthfuls of pumpkin cake, nudging a full plate towards his brother. This little quip didn't go unnoticed by Fred, however. "What do you mean I haven't got a chance with her?" Fred's voice sounded more offended than he would have liked, only to be met with a hearty chuckle from George. "I'm the better looking twin, obviously," He poked fun, a sly grin spreading across his lips, "And it just so happens that I've had a crush on (Y/N) for a while now as well." Of course he did. The boys were practically identical in every form of the word, and it only made sense that they would end up fancying the same girl. You were a dream to the brothers, however oblivious to their affections you may be. You had met in potions class the year before and when you had been grouped together for a project the most spectacular of friendships had been formed. You were sharp in wit and clever beyond your years, and you had a sense of humor that the boys couldn't resist. All of your little quirks and charms had easily bewitched them and now you couldn't roam the halls without them glued to your side (though you didn't mind one bit). Recently, however, things had been changing in your close knit trio; you found yourself blushing more than usual, touches lingered a bit longer than necessary, your once non-stop conversations fell in to awkward silence. You had often pondered what a relationship with one of your Weasley boys would be like, but as you grew older you found those feelings to be rather foolish. Your friendship was one of the most incredible things to happen to you, and you didn't want to throw it all away for the sake of choosing one twin over the other. You loved Fred and George dearly; they were your best friends, and you wanted to keep it that way. Little did you know that those very same mischief makers were speaking in hushed whispers as they observed you from across the Great Hall, making a rather peculiar wager...."We both want (Y/N), yeah?" George asked, "So why don't we make a bet. I bet you ten galleons I'll get her to go the Yule Ball with me before Friday." Fred considered this bet before scoffing. The Yule Ball was in less than two weeks. "Fine," Fred accepted, "If she goes with me, you owe me fifteen galleons." The younger twin's lips twisted in to a grin as he held out his hand to his sibling turned opponent. "You've got a deal, Freddie boy." "May the best man win, Georgie."

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The following week was quite possibly the strangest week of your life. The Yule Ball was causing quite a stir among the student body, and the low hum of excitement hung about the corridors as students desperately tried to build up the courage to ask one another to the dance. It was a rather cheerful time of year, and you were looking forward to the festivities immensely. You had embraced the fact that you would probably attend the Yule Ball unaccompanied, but it didn't dampen your spirit one bit. You had begun to notice that Fred and George had been behaving strangely since the beginning of the week, though you couldn't exactly place what had happened to cause such a change. They had been smothering you whenever they could until you were practically suffocating in affection. They had done your potions essay, brought you breakfast in bed, carried your things in the halls, laughed at your terrible jokes...they wanted something, that much was certain. 

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Fred had offhandedly brought up the Yule ball during potions class when discussing the effects of amortentia, joking, "If I had one of those I still wouldn't get a date to the Yule Ball." You looked up at him in surprise. "You mean you don't have a date yet?" He let out a melodramatic sigh, shaking his head solemnly. "I am doomed to be alone forever, (Y/N)." You cracked a smile. "We can be alone together, then." "You don't have an escort, either?" His voice was hopeful, and when you shook your head no he practically beamed. "Then why don't we be alone together at the Yule Ba-" "-Mr. Weasley," Snape's sharp tone cut the conversation short, "I wish you would pay as much attention to my lectures as you do flirting with Miss (Y/N). Twenty points from Gryffindor." That was the end of that conversation.

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"Hey, (Y/N)!" George exclaimed, suddenly appearing out of breath from running to catch up with you. "Where did you come from, Weasley?" You ruffled his hair playfully, earning a smile from the twin. "Herbology," He panted, "With Professor Sprout." "Ah," You chuckled, "How was it?" "Funny you ask," He said slyly, wriggling his eyebrows as he pulled a lovely flower from his pocket, extending it to you, "For you, m'lady." You couldn't contain your blush as you accepted the gift, admiring its rosy petals. "We learned about these flowers today, (Y/N), that are said to smell so sweet that people..." You tuned him out as you were hit with a sudden wave of terrible odor, your face scrunching up with disgust. "...Pretty cool, huh? I thought you'd like it. We also learned about a flower that smells so awful that people actually start..." Your eyes had begun to water from the pungent smell, coughing as it grew stronger. George's eyes widened as you began a coughing fit, tears rolling down your eyes in the middle of the corridor. He realized his mistake. "Oh no...(Y/N)!"

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The whole week had been a roller coaster ride. You had been in the hospital wing twice, your favorite pair of shoes had been ruined, and you somehow ended up owning a brand new barn owl that used to be your cat. As much as you loved the Weasley boys, you definitely had to figure out what was causing them to resort to such madness to receive attention. It was the day before the Yule Ball and, as predicted, no one had asked you. The final period of the day was transfiguration, and you were relieved that the stressful week was almost over. Suddenly, an all too familiar redhead appeared cheerfully beside you. "Hello, (Y/N)!" Fred exclaimed, linking his arm with yours. You smiled, opening your mouth to speak when you felt another arm drape around your shoulders, only to find that it belonged to none other than George. "You're looking lovely today, (Y/N)!" "Thank you, Georgie-" "You look beautiful as always!" Fred chimed in as he gently took your chin, turning your head to face him instead of his twin. A blush flooded your cheeks at such an intimate gesture as you tried to stammer out a thanks, the textbooks you were carrying suddenly lifted from your arms. "I'll carry your things, (Y/N)!" George said sweetly, giving you a charming smile. You couldn't understand why they were acting so strange all of the sudden; Your group dynamic had been shifting for some time now, but it was almost as if they were being overly doting. Your mind automatically went to the worst possibilities: What if they wanted to test one of their latest creations on you? After two days of puking slugs in fourth year, there was no way would you ever go near one of their little curiosities again. "Look guys, I don't know what you two are up to-""-Who said we were up to something, dear (Y/N)?" Fred asked, tangling his fingers with yours. By now you had gone completely scarlet, feeling every eye in the corridor on the three of you as you made your way to transfiguration. "You two have been acting very strange this whole week and I would like to know why." The twins frowned, when Fred spoke up. "I guess the jig is up, George." "And we were so close, too, Freddie-" "-So close to what?!" They shared one last glance before sighing in defeat. "Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" They both blurted out, making your eyes grow wide. That's what all the fuss was about? That's why you were in the hospital wing for two days? That's why you got detention in Potions? They wanted to ask you to the Yule Ball? "Wait, what?" Fred and George shared an exasperated glance before sighing, shaking their heads. "It's a simple question (Y/N)-" "-It really is-" "-We both want to go out with you-" "-So we both decided to ask-" "-So you could pick who you like best!" They expected you to pick between the two of them? A lightbulb went off in your head and  you couldn't help the smirk that spread across your lips as the two redheads stared in anticipation, deciding to play with them a bit. They troubled you for a week, what's one more day? "I guess you'll both have to get your robes ready," You mused, watching a look of confusion grow on their faces, "I'll see you two at the Yule Ball." And with that vague  answer, you walked away with a little extra swing in your hips and a spring in your step, leaving the poor boys dumbfounded and confused in the hall. You could hear them arguing the whole way to potions class. "What the hell does that mean?!" "She only said that to be nice, Georgie. She was looking at me the whole time!" "That's because she doesn't want to hurt your feelings, Fred!" "Oh ho! You're on, mate!"