The next morning, you woke to a completely empty flat. The four in the living room left early to go back to the burrow, and Fred and George both went in to open as they were expecting a delivery that day.
George left you a note to let you know not to expect either of them back until that evening. You busied yourself with putting away extra blankets and pillows from last night and cleaning the bathroom.
Once you finished, you looked through the fridge and pantry to see what you could throw together for dinner.
If the twins were going to be working a 14 hour day, it was the least you could do.
Once you settled on making a creamy garlic pasta dish, you meandered into the living room for the next few hours to do some reading and writing to pass away the rest of the afternoon.
Once you were about to start dinner prep, you found a cookbook nearby. It looked completely untouched. Likely, it came from Molly. A sweet gesture because Fred and George hardly knew how to cook anything besides the basics.
You scoured through the book to see if there was anything else to add to your dinner that night. You landed on a page for crème brulee and decided to go with it since it was a simple recipe.
While you were in the middle of prepping dinner, the door burst open with rowdy laughter from Fred and George.
Their eyes landed on you, but their smiles didn't fade at all.
It was good to see them like this. Their relationship hadn't exactly been strained with everything, but you had noticed some distance.
You tossed a look over your shoulder and watched them carefully. Their eyes scanned you up and down, both of them roving over you in the exact same way at the exact same time.
You had to turn back to your prep and hide the flush rising in your cheeks. You weren't dressed in anything special. Just a pair of sweats and a cropped hoodie.
How they always made you feel like the most beautiful girl in any room all but reduced you to nothing but made you feel everything all at once.
"What's all this?" asked one of them. You weren't looking, so you couldn't quite tell, but you thought it was Fred. Over time, something you had noticed was that Fred's voice was just a hair deeper than George's.
"I'm making dinner," you replied.
"I'm surprised you're functional enough after last night to not just have ordered take out," laughed George. You knew it was him because he snaked his arms around your waist and kissed your neck.
"I wasn't that bad," you whispered.
"I dunno about that..." said Fred.
Your breath caught in your throat as flashes of last night ran through your mind. Your body tensed against George, and he noticed it.
"Everything okay, darling?" he asked.
Your breathing became slightly uneven as you tried to push it all away. "Fine. Just trying to focus on dinner."
"Okay, okay," he laughed while pulling away. He moved to one of the cabinets and started to set the table.
Fred came over and stood beside you. "Anything I can help with?"
"No. Thank you though. Just relax! You two had a long day."
Out of your peripheral, you could see Fred smiling coyly. "Maybe I want to relax in another way," he whispered lowly.
You craned your head towards him in a fury. "Seriously?"
"Sorry," he said ruefully. "Are you mad at me?"
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Chaos Ensues - A Fred And George Weasley Story
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