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Prompt: Fred and George ask the reader to smell a love potion and when she can only associate the scent with George she refuses to tell them.
Warning: None, fluff
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"Y/N, our dearest darling friend, we're in need of your assistance." Peeking out from over your essay you found a set of two feet standing in front of you. There was no need to look up, your accusation was confirmed by the mismatched socks. The Weasley twins hardly stored out their clothes and snagged the closest, cleaning smelling item they could find and threw them on. Also over half their socks had holes in them causing their big toes to break free from the rest of their friends.
There was also the towering shadow that casted over you that gave away their identity as well. The boys beat you in height by a mile- or rather so at least a foot. If you walked by their side travelling to and from classes, you were jogging half the time and out of breath when reaching your destination. Not to say this was out of the ordinary or loathed, you enjoyed working overtime to keep up with the boys. Nesides by the end of the day you had reached two days worth of cardio and were all set.
"Oh no. What have you gotten yourself into now?" You rose an eyebrow at the pair. One look at them and there was no question about it, they were up to no good. George had his hands behind his back and looked slightly bothered. You set your homework down on the table in front of you and went to ask him if he was alright but Fred started in instead.
"No, no trouble just working on a new product." His smile was as fake as his words. You shot him a dubious survey, taking in the briefcase in his grip. You peered over to the case and reached forward to open in but Fred stepped back before you could succeed.
He wiggled his finger side to side muttering a string of 'tsk tsk tsk' and set the bag near his feet.
"No trouble? New product? Those two hardly go together." There was no way the Weasley twins hadn't tied trouble of some sort into a creation of theirs, it was a given. But they both insisted they did no such thing as they spoke simultaneously.
"We promise, Y/N." Investigating the two by overview for a few seconds you shrugged out of curiosity and walked into their trap.
"Fine, fine what is it?" You asked intrigued. George's face lit up as he took a seat to your right and took a bottle from his pocket out and displayed it to you. The vial was poured half full with a bright pink, dense liquid. The mixture sparkled every so often with beads of light and various colour forms. George popped the top and placed the container in your hand. A wave of fog poured out of the glass like an overflowing sink. Pink vapor drifted towards you nose and you couldn't resist the urge to sniff it. Allowing a good amount to drift into the air George pulled the bottle away and snapped his hand over the top to keep from anymore spilling free.
