Imagines for Harry Potter Boys

Fred and George - Twinsies

"Breakfast!" you hear Mrs. Weasley yell from the kitchen. You begin to rise from the couch where you were seated, but a cacophony of loud crashes and bangs startled you back into the couch. You watched the stairs as all the Weasley children tried to push past each other to get to the kitchen, except for Percy, who calmly walked down after them. You followed after Percy and took your spot next to one of your best friends, Ron. Harry came and sat on the other side of him.

You looked over and saw you were also seated next to George, who was seated next to Fred. You looked down at the plate already full in front of you, then looked back at the twins. As you eyed them suspiciously, Mrs. Weasley began a conversation.

"So, Y/N, dear, what are you most excited for in your upcoming year at Hogwarts?"

You tore your eyes away from the twins, who were only just then noticing you watching them, and smiled sweetly at Mrs. Weasley. "Oh, you know. Furthering my education, listening to all my teachers, being a well-rounded student in general."

Hermione, who was seated across Harry, snorted. "Oh please! You sleep in class more than Ron!"

You smiled at Hermione as Mrs. Weasley chuckled to herself. You shifted your gaze back to George and Fred next to you. More specifically, to their clothes. This time, they both noticed right away, and looked at you funny.

"What?" asked Fred.

You snapped your eyes up to their faces. "What?" you asked back.

"You're staring at us," said George. "Are you finally realizing you have feelings for one of us?" he asks jokingly.

"Oh, and now you have to decide which one you love more!" Fred chimed. "Oh how tragic! You can't decide! But trust me, I'm the better twin."

Fred winked at you as you made a disgusted face. "Yeah... no. That's not why I was looking at you."

"Well then, what is it?" asked George.

"It's just... did you two plan out your outfits today?" you ask. "You're wearing the same thing. Like, the exact same thing."

"Well, yeah," said Fred.

"We always wear the same thing," said George.

"Really?" You looked at them incredulously. "You mean, everyday, you wake up, and talk to each other about what you're going to wear that day? Every day, you guys have to discuss your outfits?"

The twins looked at you funny again. "You've never noticed?" Fred asked, disbelievingly.

You shrugged. "I guess I don't pay attention to outfits, unlike you guys."

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"Come on dragon!"

You could hear Fred and George's shouting from just above and behind you. You turned around to see them in the row behind you. You smiled and hopped up a row to sit next to them. They glanced at you as you did this, then turned their attention back to the challenge, as did you.

You turned back toward them and they turned to you, knowing you had something to say. "Your hats and coats, too? Really?"

They rolled their eyes and simultaneously said, "Yes!"

"Sorry," you said, raising your hands defensively and smiling. "It's just that..."

"What?" asked George.

"...Nothing, never mind." You said, turning your attention back to the dragon and Harry.

They wouldn't stop looking at you, silently asking for more of an explanation.

You look at them again, and sigh. "I just think it's kinda funny that you have to dress the same every day. That's all."

"We don't have to!" Fred said in a huff. "We choose to!"

George, who was also huffy, said, "It helps to confuse people when we want to have fun!"

"Right," you say, hopping back down to your previous seat. "I'm sure that's all it is."

They look at each other, then back at you. "What else would it be?" Fred asked.

You just shrugged and continued cheering on Harry.

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(A/N: So, here's the sad part. I just thought I would warn you. If you want to skip it, I understand. It could end nicely there, but if you feel like getting a little sad, then read on.)

You slid down the wall to sit next to George. You were both battered and dirty, and both had tear stains cutting through the dirt on your cheeks.

You had won the battle, but at what cost. You had lost a dear friend and George, his twin brother and best friend.

George has stopped crying a while ago, just sitting there looking numb now. You wanted to comfort him, but didn't know what to say, so you sat there in silence.

After a while George said, "He was more than just a brother."

You looked at him, silently telling him to go on. That what ever he said now was safe between the two of you.

He looked at you for a moment, then shifted his gaze back to the ground. "I think you knew that though." He grabbed a rock on the ground and began picking at it, a useless task, but it gave his hands something to do. "We were always together. All our lives it was 'Fred and George.' And the occasional 'George and Fred.' Either way, it was always us two. We were... always... us." You could tell he was getting frustrated. "I don't know how to describe it. It's hard."

You put a hand on his shoulder. "I know, George. It's ok."

He took a deep breath and continued. "We dressed the same, not just for jokes. We did it because it was... us?" Again he lost his words.

You understood that it was hard for him, so you didn't rush him.

"It's just something we did. We did that together, just like we did everything together." The tears began again. Then he whispered, so quietly you almost didn't hear it. "Why couldn't we have died together, too."

You look at him sadly and pull him into a tight hug. "Oh, George! Please don't think like that!" You began crying too.

There you were. The two of you hugging and crying against a wall in a corner. Neither ever thinking that you two would have to go through this.

Once George had calmed down again, a small, sad, smile graced his face. "At least you can't make annoying commentary on our outfits being the same anymore."

You chuckled along with him, thankful that he was still George. Humor and all.

A/N: Ouch. That part hurt to write. It started out so nice!

I guess that's what happens when you start a story and pick it up again after a few weeks of it just sitting there.

Oops.