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Panic Attack.

I layed down and rested my head on Georges arm.

"Who's a lazy shit now?" George said.

"Still the idiot lying next to me."

"Oh how polite."

"You know what I can't be bothered now either." Fred sat down on the other bed.

"You will be once you find the firewhiskey under my bed." I laughed and snuggled closer to George.

"You should've fucking told me earlier!" Fred practically dived under my bed and came back out holding the whiskey triumphantly above his head. He unscrewed the top and then looked around holding out his hand, confused.

"Yeah there ain't no glasses in here. Just pass it over." I sat up and took the bottle out of his hand. Unafraid, I took a couple big sips and then passed it back to Fred.

"Honestly. You're two years younger and drink like you're five years older." Laughed George.

"One year younger. You're only seventeen."

"But we're in year seven and you're in five."

"Phhfff. Details, details."

"Oh I forgot to ask!" Fred exclaimed, "Its two weeks until next break and we thought you should come visit."

"Aw that'd be amazing. Haven't seen the Burrow in ages."

"I don't think six months counts as ages." George rolled his eyes.

"Think of it on terms of sex." Fred said, looking very serious,"Then even two months is a long time."

I snorted.

"Hey! Two months isn't that long." George said.

"For you maybe." Fred smirked.

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We stayed up for ages talking and drinking the last of the firewhiskey. Eventually I fell asleep on the bed, curled up next to George and Fred on the other bed.

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My eyes fluttered open and my spine tingled to the sensation of light breathing on my neck. George's arm was wrapped over my shoulders and his head buried next to my neck.

"Morning kiddies!" Fred said in a sickly cheery voice.

"Mhhmm." I was tugged closer by Georges arm and I snuggled in the warmth.

"Leave us alone. Its warm here." I moaned.

"Okay. But you'll miss breakfast." He moved towards the door.

"Nooope. Not missing breakfast." I scrambled out of George's arms and then tugged him off the bed after me. "Dude you look a mess."
Standing on my tiptoes, I attempted to smooth out his hair. He blushed a little as I tightened his tie and folded his collar over.

"Aw. Looking after our little baby." Fred smiled from the doorway.

"He's so precious." I planted a kiss on George's cheek.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever." Then put his hands on my shoulders, span me around and shoved me toward the door. Quickly shoving some shoes on, I jogged down the stairs with the twins following.

Faffing with my hair, I entered the main hall and walked between the tables. The only spots left on the Slytherin table were a couple seats away from Draco and surrounded by the seventh year boys. As I got closer, Draco looked up and quickly away, looking mildly annoyed.