This is a love story. But not one you've heard before. We're aged up here. Out of the teenage drama and falling into 20-something whirlwinds. Lottie knew Fred and George from her single, awkwardly quiet transplant year at Hogwarts. She was a shy girl, only admiring them from afar, because who wouldn't? They were everything. And she was barely perceived. But time changes people. And now, she's hellfire. Sarcastic, witty, downright unhinged. and they're both hers- well... hopefully. Almost. Yes, this IS a love story. But it's also a filthy, dramatic, cheeky, fluffy, innuendo-laden thrill ride. And people always ask, Fred OR George. Lottie says: Why not both? *** all my original characters are my property. the rest are property of the evil hag she-who-must-not-be-named *** #2 in harry potter #2 in george weasley #5 in fred weasley #6 in fluffandsmut (which is crazy, that's a big tag) #1 in weasley twins

"Fred." "George." There's a short pause. "I'm so in love with her, I think I might ruin everything." "Shut up." A beat passes. Then, softer, with a sigh: "Yeah... me too." - OR: A story about how the Weasley twins found someone who was as good as immune to their pranks and thus have made it their mission to change that.

They met at fourteen. Before the war. Before the loss. Before love meant anything. She wasn't supposed to matter. She was just supposed to pass through. Just a new girl finding her place at Hogwarts-until she found herself tangled in the lives of the Weasley twins, where laughter came easy, chaos came easier, and everything felt like home. What started as friendship-easy, effortless, and a little reckless-slowly became something harder to ignore. Because some people don't just change your life. They become it. But life has a way of changing everything when you least expect it. This is the story of every version of them. The laughing one. The broken one. And the one learning how to love again. A slowburn friends-to-lovers George Weasley x OC story spanning from fourth year (Chamber of Secrets) to after the war. Fireworks fade. Love doesn't.