Chaos Ensues - A Fred And George Weasley Story

Reap What You Sow

The next morning, you were lulled awake by gentle kisses on both sides of your neck. They trailed down to the tops of your shoulders, and you weren't surprised at all that first thing in the morning, Fred and George were still on the same wavelength.

It felt perfect waking up next to them.

But that perfect dream was soon shattered by many things. 

One of which was your own all-consuming doubts about the future.

You'd have to choose one day, and it was getting to the point of which you most feared. How would you even choose? There was no way you could bring yourself to do it.

How could you have spent these last several months pouring yourself into both of them and then be expected to walk away in one piece when you left the other behind?

You knew it was a problem for later, but later seemed somehow to be coming sooner than you wanted.

For now, you remained tangled in their limbs, blissfully unware of more troubles to come.

If there was ever a moment in your life to freeze, you wished it could be this.

The rampant banging on the dormitory door jolted you three up. At first, you wanted to believe it was probably just Lee, and perhaps he was locked out.

But it wasn't.

After getting dressed, Fred opened the door to Professor McGonagall. Her expression was grim and sullen. She peered into the room and saw you and George. 

"Oh, good. You're both here as well," she started. "All three of you, please, Professor Dumbledore's office."

The three of you followed her out of the Gryffindor tower to his office. Not a single word spoken between any of you. A thick blanket of despair draped over your shoulders. 

You couldn't shake the feeling away.

As you stepped into Dumbledore's ornate and eccentric office, you were eager to look around and take it all in, but you couldn't stop looking ahead at his unreadable face.

He asked for the three of you to come sit at the other side of his desk, and you all did so.

Dumbledore's hands were folded together on his lap. You still couldn't get a read on his expression.

Silence emitted longer and longer until Professor Sprout finally joined in.

"Well, now that we're all here, we can begin," said Dumbledore softly. "I'd like to hear from you three what happened last night at the ball."

You looked at George and then Fred, but they were looking at each other.

"She had nothing to do it with," they both blurted immediately.

"Wait-" you started.

"Seriously, whatever punishment, we accept, but please. She really had nothing to do with this. No knowledge of it happening either," said George.

Dumbledore sighed and leaned back in his chair. He looked past you at McGonagall and Sprout. He looked back at you and spoke directly to you.

"I'd like to talk to these two alone. Please wait outside."

You did as he asked.

The wait outside seemed to last for an eternity. Fred and George finally stepped out. After how long, you didn't know. Professor McGonagall was with them, and she escorted them silently down the hall. They didn't say anything to you, but their looks were morose. 

You feared the worst.

You stepped back inside the office and sat down across from Dumbledore.

"I suspect that you did have some knowledge of their plan, but do not worry. I'm not going to punish you."