BUTTERFLIES; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR; the burrow

Thanks for 4.7K reads. I'm in math class right now so I'm writing instead of working because I hate this class

~Y/N's POV~

Harry and I both landed on the floor in front of the kitchen fireplace in the Burrow.

"Did he eat it?"  said Fred excitedly, holding out a hand to pull me to my feet.

"Yeah," said Harry getting himself up "What was it?"

"Ton-Tongue Toffee," said Fred brightly. "George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer...."

The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter; I looked around and saw that Ron and George were sitting at the scrubbed wooden table with Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Weasley brothers.

"How're you doing, Harry?" said Charlie, shaking his hand.

Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harry's hand.

"Hello my favourite Weasleys!" I said, hugging Charlie and Bill.

"Hey!" Fred frowned.

Before any of them could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and Mr. Weasley appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder. He was looking angrier than I had ever seen him.

"That wasn't funny Fred!" he shouted. "What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," said Fred, with another evil grin. "I just dropped it....It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."

"You dropped it on purpose!"  roared Mr. Weasley. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet -"

"How big did his tongue get?"  George asked eagerly.

"It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!"

Harry, the Weasleys and I roared with laughter again.

"It isn't funny!" Mr. Weasley shouted. "That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons-"

"We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!" said Fred indignantly.

"No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git," said George. "Isn't he, Harry?"

"Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley," said Harry earnestly.

"That's not the point!" raged Mr. Weasley. "You wait until I tell your mother -"

"Tell me what?"  said a voice behind them.

Uh oh.

Mrs. Weasley had just entered the kitchen.

"Oh hello, Harry, dear," she said, spotting him and smiling. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. "Tell me what, Arthur?"

Arthur hesitated. I could tell that, however angry he was with Fred and George, he hadn't really intended to tell Molly what had happened. There was a silence, while Mr. Weasley eyed his wife nervously. Then Ginny and Hermione appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Mrs. Weasley, my toad in Ginny's hands.

Both of them smiled at Harry, who grinned back, which made Ginny go scarlet - she had been very taken with Harry ever since his first visit to the Burrow.

"Tell me what, Arthur?"  Mrs. Weasley repeated, in a dangerous sort of voice.

"It's nothing, Molly," mumbled Mr. Weasley, "Fred and George just - but I've had words with them -"