That's The Weasel I Know George Weasley x reader

Chpt 1 The moment of regret

           ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING!!!⚠️
The 1st of July. The first day of my summer break. I just left Hogwarts and I already miss my friends terribly. Fred and George the most.
I was going to the burrow in 3 days to spend the rest of the summer there. I was so excited. I just hoped that the twins hadn't pulled anything without me.
I got up out of my bed and looked at my clock on my wall. It is a f/c, one of a kind, grandmother clock. George had gotten it for me for our last birthday and insisted on calling it a "grandmother clock."
It was 9:30 am. I headed downstairs to grab something to eat. When I got down, I saw my brother, Cedric. He was in the same year as me at Hogwarts but a year older than me and the twins. He looked up at me and said "What's up fatass?" and laughed. I always tried to never let him get under my skin and fortunately for me, I was the best at come backs in my friend group and the entire school.
"At least I can fit my ass in my pants." I said and quietly laughed under my breath.
"What did you say to me?!" Cedric yelled.
He walked over to me and slapped me across the face. His eyes widened. He had never hurt me before. At least not physically. I covered my cheek with my hand that now had a bruise developing on it. My eyes started to fill with tears but I never dared let one fall. My father came in the kitchen without even giving me a thought.
"Good morning, Cedric. Did you sleep well?" My father asked putting his arm around Cedric's shoulder.
Cedric put on a smile and replied "Very."
My father turned to me and told me to go back to my room. I did as he said with only grabbing a water bottle. As soon as I got to my room, I went straight to my desk and pulled out my quill with my ink and a piece of paper. Since I was alone I felt free to let go. I started sobbing while I wrote a letter to the Weasleys that read:
        
             Hello, my special Weasleys. I need to speak to Fred and George as soon as possible. I know that I was planning on coming to the burrow in 3 days but I was wondering if it was ever so possible to come as soon as you get my letter. Things at home aren't going well and Fred and George will know what I mean by that. Please respond as soon as you can. Love you all.
                Sincerely, y/n

I tied the letter to my owl, o/n, and let them out the window. They flew out of the window and soon out of view. I sat down on my bed and wiped my tears away. I told myself to suck it up and stop acting like a baby. I wasn't one to show my emotions, or at least not when I was sad. I always smiled and laughed around the Weasleys to give them the impression that I was always happy. Believe me, I was always happy when I was around them but when I wasn't around them , I felt numb. I couldn't laugh without them or any of my friends for that matter. I didn't have a reason to.
I laid in my bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of how much fun I was going to have at the burrow. I'd hoped that Mrs Weasley would let me sleep in Fred and George's room. It wouldn't make much of a difference though, since I always snuck into their room after everyone went to bed. We always had the best time together. Pranking Percy and the new first years at Hogwarts. We always pulled our best pranks in the first week back to school. I think they all thought we were a bit scary but we had to give them a good "welcome to our school."
I already knew that this years "welcome" was going to be the biggest one we had ever done since it was going to be our last year at Hogwarts. I was I little sad that we were going but also relieved. I had good grades and all but barely. Fred and George thought I was brilliant. A real genius, but all I did was study allll night. I barely slept my whole 4th year. Fred and George always copied off my papers but I was happy to help. They once begged me to write them their paper for history of magic because they never payed attention. Honestly, I didn't either but it was easy to find what I needed in a book. Fred and George never read. I don't think I've ever seen either one of them pick up a book for the 17 years I've known them. Except for that one time where we needed to brew that aging potion to try and put our names in the goblet of fire last year. We almost succeeded but the potion made us a little too old.
I was awaken from my trance of staring at the ceiling by my owl flying in the window. They flew into their cage with the letter I had sent, no where to be seen.
They couldn't have possibly delivered the letter that fast. I thought to myself.
Suddenly, I hear my name in a whisper.
"Y/n?" the voice whispered.
"Um... yeah?" I said making it sound like a question. "And who is this I'm speaking to?"
"Only the best gingers in the world. We got your letter." The voice said
"Wait. Fred, George?" I said getting out of my bed and running to my window.
There they were. My Weasels.