Just a (not so) short Fred x Reader. Begins right before the Quidditch world cup. You're staying at the burrow with your best friends, Fred and George Weasley. (If anything is inaccurate, please message me and I will try to fix it, Thank you). I do not own you or any of the names mentioned in this story from the Harry Potter universe. You belong to you and Harry Potter and associates belong to JK Rowling.

Y/n was attached to the Weasley Twins hips since day one at Hogwarts. The pure blooded Gryffindor had matched their mischievous nature and love of humour. And while she was close with both boys, she was just naturally much closer to Fred. He was her rock and she was his, along with his twin of course. They balanced each other out. Even in the darkest times they made each other smile. So it wasn't much of a shock when she began to fall for the ginger. The shock was everything else in there story.