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I made a poll a day ago to know what I should write, and just as I suspected, the Weasley twins won the poll. So here's the food guys😋 (3,992 words) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The first thing you should know about Fred and George Weasley was that they were rarely quiet.
Not because they couldn't be.
They were perfectly capable of sitting silently during lessons when necessary, though "necessary" was a word they interpreted very loosely.
They were quiet when they were planning something.
And somehow, that was always worse.
You first noticed it on a Tuesday evening in the Gryffindor common room.
You had been sitting in your usual spot near the fireplace, surrounded by books, parchment, and the growing frustration of an essay that seemed determined to become the longest piece of homework ever assigned.
The common room was warm and peaceful. The crackling fire filled the silence, the occasional flip of a page coming from the armchairs nearby.
It would have been completely relaxing.
If it weren't for the two redheads whispering suspiciously from behind the sofa.
You didn't look up.
You had learned a long time ago that acknowledging Fred and George Weasley while they were whispering was like acknowledging a wild animal.
It only encouraged them.
"She's been writing for twenty minutes," George whispered.
"I know."
"Do you think she's noticed?"
"Not yet."
A pause.
"Do you think that's because she's focused?"
Another pause.
"Or because she's ignoring us?"
Fred sounded offended.
"She would never ignore me."
"You spent ten minutes yesterday trying to convince her that a Fanged Frisbee was a normal educational tool."
"It was educational."
"It bit Neville."
"It taught him awareness."
You pressed your lips together, fighting the smile threatening to appear.
Unfortunately, Fred noticed.
He always noticed.
His head appeared over the back of the sofa.
"There."
You looked up.
"There what?"
"You smiled."
"I did not."
George immediately leaned over beside his twin.
"You did."
"I was reading."
"You were smiling at us."
"I was smiling at the book."
Fred glanced at the book in front of you.
"Advanced Potion Making?"
He looked back at you.
"That book is not funny."
"It could be."
George nodded thoughtfully.
"Maybe she's developed a sense of humor we've yet to understand."
Fred placed a hand dramatically over his chest.
"Impossible. I thought I was the funniest person here."
"You're not even the funniest person in this conversation."
Fred gasped.
"George."
"What?"
"How could you betray me?"
"You started this."
You looked back down at your essay, but you could still hear them.
And despite yourself...
You were smiling again.
It started because of a galleon.
Not a particularly important galleon.
Not one with sentimental value.
Not one that had magical properties.
Just a normal gold coin that Fred Weasley happened to toss between his fingers while lying across the sofa.
"You know," Fred said casually.
George immediately looked suspicious.
"No."
"I haven't even said anything."
"I know you."
Fred ignored him.
"I bet I could make her laugh before you."
George raised an eyebrow.
"That's what this is about?"
Fred sat up.
"Yes."
"You've been trying to make her laugh for weeks."
"I have been entertaining her."
"You put a charm on her quill that made it insult your handwriting."
"It was honest feedback."
"It wrote 'Fred Weasley should never be trusted with a pen.'"
"And?"
"She agreed."
Fred looked deeply betrayed.
"That was a low moment."
"whoever makes her laugh the most by the end of the week"
George looked toward you.
You were still working, completely unaware of the conversation happening behind you.
"How much?"
Fred grinned.
"20 galleons."
George held out his hand.
"You're on."
They shook.
And that should have been the end of it.
Except Fred Weasley was incapable of doing anything halfway.
The next morning, you found a small box sitting beside your breakfast plate.
You stared at it.
Then you looked across the table.
Fred and George were both pretending not to watch you.
You opened it carefully.
Inside were three chocolate frogs.
You looked up.
"Did you two put these here?"
Fred looked offended.
"Why would you assume that?"
"Because George has chocolate on his sleeve."
George quickly looked down.
Then back up.
"That proves nothing."
"You also have chocolate on your face."
George wiped his cheek.
Fred immediately whispered,
"Smooth."
"I panicked."
"You always panic when sweets are involved."
"I have priorities."
You laughed quietly.
Both twins froze.
Fred slowly pulled a folded piece of parchment from his pocket.
George immediately grabbed his arm.
"What are you doing?"
"Recording the score."
"It was a laugh?"
"It was definitely a laugh."
"It was a tiny laugh."
"A laugh is a laugh."
George snatched the parchment away.
You watched them argue for several seconds before finally speaking.
"What are you two doing?"
Both twins stopped.
Fred answered too quickly.
"Nothing."
George answered at the same time.
"Keeping score."
A silence followed.
Fred slowly turned toward his brother.
"George."
"What?"
"You were not supposed to say that."
George looked embarrassed.
"I realized halfway through."
You tilted your head.
"Keeping score of what?"
Fred and George exchanged a look.
A very obvious look.
The kind that told you they had absolutely no idea how to get out of whatever situation they had created.
Finally, Fred smiled.
"It's a secret."
George nodded.
"Very secret."
"You just told me you were keeping score."
"Yes."
"So?"
"So now it's a secret that you know."
You laughed again.
This time, both twins immediately smiled.
The parchment became a problem.
Mostly because Fred and George couldn't agree on the rules.
The first attempt happened in the library.
You had been sitting between two tall shelves, trying to finish your Transfiguration notes, when Fred appeared beside the table.
He placed a book down dramatically.
You looked at the cover.
"Advanced Magical Creatures."
You looked at him.
"Why?"
"Research."
"Into magical creatures?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Fred leaned closer.
"Because I am fascinated by their behavior."
You narrowed your eyes.
"You're studying creatures?"
"No."
"Then what are you studying?"
Fred smiled.
"You."
Before you could respond, George appeared on the other side of the table.
"Don't listen to him."
Fred looked offended.
"Why?"
"Because he has been staring at you for five minutes trying to come up with a sentence."
"I was thinking."
"You were panicking."
"I was thinking dramatically."
You tried to hide your smile.
George noticed.
"Was that a point?"
Fred immediately pulled out the parchment.
"Absolutely."
George sighed.
"You are impossible."
The parchment changed.
Laugh Counter
Fred: 1 George: 0
George stared.
"How did you get a point already?"
"She smiled."
"That wasn't a laugh."
"It was almost one."
"Almost doesn't count."
"It does emotionally."
"You invented emotional points."
"And?"
George looked at you.
"Do you see what I deal with?"
You laughed.
A real one.
Both twins went silent.
Then Fred slowly turned the parchment around.
George grabbed it.
Together, they wrote:
Laugh Counter
Fred: 1 George: 1
You looked between them.
"Wait, why did you both get a point?"
Fred smiled proudly.
"Because you laughed at both of us."
George nodded.
"Therefore, we both win."
"You just started."
"Exactly."
"You can't win immediately."
"We're very talented."
You shook your head.
But you were still smiling.
And neither twin missed it.
The problem with Fred and George Weasley was that once they decided something was interesting, they became completely incapable of letting it go.
And unfortunately for you, you had become their latest obsession.
Not in a bad way.
At least, you didn't think so.
It was just that suddenly, everywhere you went, one of the twins was there.
Or both of them.
Usually both.
If you went to the library, Fred somehow needed a book from the exact shelf you were sitting near.
If you went outside to study by the Black Lake, George somehow decided that was the perfect place to test a new invention.
If you went to the kitchens for a snack after dinner, the twins were already there, arguing with the house-elves about whether whipped cream counted as a meal.
"You can't just eat an entire bowl of whipped cream," you told Fred.
He looked offended.
"Why not?"
"Because it's not a meal."
"Incorrect."
George nodded seriously.
"He's right."
You looked at him.
"You agree?"
"Of course not."
George picked up a spoon.
"I'm simply impressed by how confidently wrong he is."
Fred placed a hand over his heart.
"You wound me."
"You'll recover."
"With emotional scars."
"Those heal faster than your experiments."
Fred gasped.
"That was cruel."
"You deserved it."
You laughed.
Fred immediately pointed at you.
"Another one."
George rolled his eyes.
"You're counting again?"
"Obviously."
"You can't just pull out the parchment every time she laughs."
"Why not?"
"Because she laughs at us constantly."
Fred paused.
Then smiled.
"Exactly."
George stared at him.
For once, he didn't have a response.
The parchment became more complicated as the days went on.
Mostly because neither twin could agree on anything.
One evening, you found them sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace with the parchment between them.
They looked like they were studying for an important exam.
Which was concerning.
"What are you doing?"
Fred immediately folded the parchment.
"Nothing."
George did the same.
"Absolutely nothing."
You looked at them.
"Why did you both just hide the same piece of paper?"
A pause.
Fred glanced at George.
George glanced at Fred.
Then Fred sighed.
"We're keeping track of the bet."
You blinked.
"The bet?"
George looked annoyed.
"Fred."
"What? She was going to find out eventually."
"You could've told her normally."
"I was going to."
"When?"
Fred thought about it.
"...Eventually."
You sat down across from them.
"What bet?"
Fred and George exchanged another look.
The same look.
The one where they communicated entire conversations without speaking.
You had always wondered how they did that.
It was honestly a little terrifying.
Finally, George spoke.
"Fred thinks he can make you laugh before I can."
You looked at Fred.
"Really?"
Fred looked slightly embarrassed.
"That sounds worse when you say it."
"And George?"
George shrugged.
"I accepted the challenge."
You looked between them.
"So you've both been trying to make me laugh?"
Fred nodded.
"Yes."
George added,
"Though, to be fair, you make it very difficult."
You raised an eyebrow.
"I do?"
Fred immediately shook his head.
"No, no. Not difficult in a bad way."
George nodded.
"You're just not easily impressed."
"Unlike some people."
Fred looked offended.
"I am very impressive."
"You fell into a pond trying to show off a broom trick."
"It was controlled."
"You landed upside down."
"Still controlled."
You laughed.
Again.
The twins looked at each other.
Then at the parchment.
Fred slowly unfolded it.
"Should we update?"
George considered.
"Probably."
You watched as the ink moved.
Laugh Counter
Fred: 8 George: 8
You frowned.
"Why are they equal?"
"Because we're both winning."
"That doesn't make sense."
Fred grinned.
"Everything makes sense if you're a Weasley."
George nodded.
"Usually it doesn't."
"That's why it's impressive."
After you found out about the bet, you expected them to stop.
You expected the weird attempts at humor to disappear.
Instead...
They got worse.
Because now they had no reason to hide it.
And apparently, Fred and George Weasley were much more chaotic when they weren't pretending they weren't being chaotic.
One afternoon, you walked into the common room and immediately noticed something strange.
The chairs were moving.
Not randomly.
They were dancing.
Slowly.
Elegantly.
You stared.
Fred and George were sitting on the sofa looking extremely proud of themselves.
"What did you do?"
Fred looked innocent.
"Nothing."
"Fred."
"Fine."
George smiled.
"We enchanted the furniture."
"Why?"
Fred shrugged.
"We were bored."
"The chairs are dancing."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because they're talented."
You watched as one of the chairs spun dramatically.
"I don't think furniture should know how to dance."
Fred leaned forward.
"That's exactly what makes it impressive."
You shook your head.
Then one of the chairs attempted a complicated spin.
And immediately crashed into another chair.
The two of them fell over.
There was a moment of silence.
Then George nodded.
"Beautiful."
Fred agreed.
"Absolutely intentional."
You laughed.
A proper laugh.
The kind where you had to cover your mouth.
Fred immediately grabbed the parchment.
George stopped him.
"Wait."
"What?"
"That was both of us."
Fred smiled.
"You're right."
Together, they wrote:
Laugh Counter
Fred: 12 George: 12
The strange thing was...
The more time you spent with them, the less it felt like a competition.
At first, they had been trying to beat each other.
Now, they were always together.
Planning together.
Testing inventions together.
Trying to make you laugh together.
And somewhere along the way, you became part of their little world.
You started saving them seats at meals.
They started saving you the last treacle tart.
You started helping them with homework.
They started helping you "study" for exams, which mostly involved Fred explaining things incorrectly while George corrected him.
"Transfiguration is easy," Fred said confidently.
You looked up.
"Is it?"
"Of course."
"Then why did you turn your feather into a spoon?"
Fred paused.
"It was an experimental spoon."
George nodded.
"A very ugly spoon."
"It had personality."
"It had feathers sticking out of it."
"Personality."
You laughed.
George pointed.
"That one counts for me."
Fred immediately looked offended.
"Why you?"
"Because she laughed at my insult."
"But I was involved."
"You were the target."
"Exactly."
You shook your head.
"I can't believe you two argue over who made me laugh."
Fred smiled.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"It's ridiculous."
George nodded.
"Correct."
"You're admitting it?"
"Yes."
A pause.
"But it's still fun."
And somehow...
You couldn't argue with that.
It was a Friday evening when things changed.
Not dramatically.
Not with some huge moment.
Just quietly.
You were sitting by the fire, reading while Fred and George worked on something at the table nearby.
Usually, when they were inventing, you couldn't go five minutes without hearing an explosion or a dramatic complaint.
But tonight they were strangely quiet.
You looked up.
They were whispering.
Again.
You smiled.
"What are you planning?"
Both twins looked up.
"Nothing."
"You always say that."
"Because it's usually true."
"Is it?"
"No."
You laughed softly.
Fred smiled.
But then he looked away.
And you noticed something.
The bet wasn't why he smiled anymore.
Neither of them grabbed the parchment.
Neither of them counted the laugh.
They just looked happy.
And for some reason, that made your chest feel strangely warm.
Later that night, after you had gone upstairs, Fred and George remained by the fire.
The room was nearly empty.
George looked at his twin.
"You know the bet ends tomorrow."
Fred nodded.
"Yeah."
"And?"
Fred stared into the flames.
"I don't really care anymore."
George was quiet.
Because he understood.
"You like her."
Fred didn't deny it.
That was the first sign that it was serious.
Normally, Fred Weasley would have turned it into a joke.
Would have laughed.
Would have said something ridiculous.
Instead, he simply smiled.
"Yeah."
George leaned back.
"Me too."
Fred looked at him.
For once, neither of them joked.
Neither of them argued.
Because somehow, they had both known.
Of course they had.
They were Fred and George Weasley.
They shared everything.
Even this.
After a moment, Fred sighed.
"Well."
George looked over.
"Well what?"
"We're idiots."
George nodded.
"Definitely."
"We spent an entire week trying to win a bet."
"Yes."
"And somehow both lost."
George frowned.
"Lost?"
Fred smiled.
"Because now I don't think I want to win if you don't."
George stared at him.
Then he smiled.
"That was disgustingly sweet."
"Don't tell anyone."
"Never."
A pause.
Then George added,
"So..."
Fred looked over.
"So?"
"How are we asking her?"
Fred grinned.
And just like that...
They were back to being themselves.
Fred stared at George.
For once in his life, he didn't have an immediate answer.
Which was unusual.
Fred Weasley always had an answer.
Usually it was a terrible answer, but it was an answer.
"I don't know."
George looked genuinely surprised.
"You don't know?"
"No."
"You're the one who suggested the bet."
"Yes."
"You spent an entire week trying to make her laugh."
"Yes."
"You have somehow managed to convince yourself that balancing upside down on a sofa was a good idea."
"It was."
"It wasn't."
"It almost worked."
"She laughed because you fell."
"Still counts."
George shook his head, but he was smiling.
"You can face a dragon-shaped firework exploding in your face, but asking her to Hogsmeade makes you nervous?"
Fred pointed at him.
"You are not allowed to say that."
"Why?"
"Because you're nervous too."
George immediately looked away.
"I am not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You just rearranged the same stack of parchment three times."
George looked down.
The parchment was, in fact, perfectly aligned.
"...That proves nothing."
Fred laughed.
Then the two of them went quiet again.
Because jokes were easy.
Pranks were easy.
Inventing things was easy.
But this?
This mattered.
And that was terrifying.
The next morning, you noticed something was different.
Not bad different.
Just...
Different.
Usually when Fred and George approached you, they had a plan.
A joke.
A ridiculous comment.
Something that would make you question how they had survived seventeen years without someone stopping them.
Today, they were strangely normal.
Which was somehow more suspicious.
You were sitting in the courtyard with a book open in your lap when Fred dropped down beside you.
George sat on your other side.
You looked between them.
"Should I be worried?"
Fred looked offended.
"Why would you be worried?"
"Because both of you sitting quietly is concerning."
George nodded.
"Fair."
Fred frowned.
"Are we really that predictable?"
You looked at him.
"Yes."
George sighed.
"She's got us there."
You smiled.
For a few moments, none of you said anything.
The sun was warm.
The courtyard was peaceful.
And for once, Fred and George weren't trying to create chaos.
You looked at them.
"Where's the parchment?"
They froze.
"What parchment?" Fred asked.
"The laugh counter."
George looked at Fred.
Then at you.
"You noticed?"
"You've been carrying it around for a week."
Fred looked impressed.
"That's actually very observant."
"You literally checked it every five minutes."
"That was strategic."
"That was annoying."
"Strategically annoying."
George nodded.
"He's got a point."
You laughed quietly.
And this time...
Neither twin reached for the parchment.
You noticed.
"You're not counting?"
Fred shrugged.
"No."
"Why?"
He looked at you for a moment.
And something about his expression changed.
The teasing disappeared.
The confidence disappeared.
For just a second, he looked nervous.
"Because..."
He glanced at George.
George gave him a small nod.
Fred looked back at you.
"Because I think we've already won."
You tilted your head.
"How?"
George smiled.
"Because we got you to laugh."
You looked between them.
"That was the point of the bet."
"Exactly."
Fred leaned back on his hands.
"But somewhere along the way, we stopped caring about the bet."
George nodded.
"We just liked spending time with you."
The honesty caught you off guard.
Because Fred and George were always honest.
But usually in the form of jokes.
Usually with a grin.
Usually while causing some sort of disaster.
This was different.
You looked down at your book.
A smile slowly appeared.
"You two are very strange."
Fred grinned.
"There she is."
"There's what?"
"That smile."
George elbowed him.
"Don't ruin the moment."
"I'm not ruining it."
"You are absolutely ruining it."
You laughed.
And immediately both twins smiled.
Not because they were keeping score.
Not because they were trying to win.
Just because they liked hearing it.
The problem with Fred and George Weasley being in love with someone was that they handled it exactly how you would expect.
Badly.
Very badly.
They were brilliant when it came to inventions.
They could create products that would make half of Hogwarts lose their minds.
They could pull off pranks that left professors speechless.
But when it came to asking you out?
Suddenly, two of the most confident people you knew became completely hopeless.
You found this out three days later.
You were walking back from the library when you saw them standing near the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.
Whispering.
You stopped.
They stopped.
The silence was immediate.
Suspiciously immediate.
"What are you doing?"
Fred smiled.
"Nothing."
You laughed.
"Of course."
George looked at Fred.
"She doesn't believe us anymore."
"Can you blame her?"
"No."
"Good."
You crossed your arms.
"Are you two planning something?"
"No."
"Definitely not."
"Why did you both answer at the same time?"
"Practice."
"Practice for what?"
A pause.
Fred looked at George.
George looked at Fred.
And somehow, instead of answering, they both started laughing.
You stared.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You two are impossible."
"Yes."
"At least you admit it."
"We've always admitted it."
"Not usually before doing something ridiculous."
"That comes later."
You smiled.
And that was the problem.
Every time you smiled, they became less nervous.
Every time you laughed, they remembered why they wanted to ask.
Because it wasn't about impressing you.
It wasn't about winning.
It was because being around you made everything feel easier.
That evening, they finally decided.
They were going to ask.
No more waiting.
No more planning.
No more arguing about the perfect way.
The perfect way didn't exist.
Because they were Fred and George Weasley.
Nothing they did was ever normal.
So why start now?
They found you by the Black Lake.
You had a blanket spread across the grass, reading peacefully.
Fred and George approached.
You looked up.
Immediately, you smiled.
"That expression is worrying."
Fred looked confused.
"What expression?"
"The one where you both look like you're about to either tell me something important or blow something up."
George nodded.
"Honestly, fair."
Fred sat beside you.
George sat on your other side.
For once...
Neither spoke.
You closed your book.
"Okay."
Fred looked at you.
"Okay?"
"Whatever this is, just say it."
George whispered,
"She's figured us out."
Fred whispered back,
"She usually does."
You heard both.
"You know I can hear you, right?"
"Yes."
"We're aware."
"Good."
A moment passed.
Then Fred took a breath.
"We were wondering..."
George continued.
"If you wanted to..."
Fred interrupted.
"Go to Hogsmeade."
George looked annoyed.
"I was getting there."
"You were taking too long."
"I was building suspense."
"You were panicking."
"I was not."
"You absolutely were."
You tried not to laugh.
They noticed.
Of course they noticed.
Fred smiled.
"See? Even now."
George shook his head.
"Focus."
Right.
The question.
They both looked at you.
And suddenly, despite all their joking, you could see how nervous they were.
Fred spoke first.
"Would you like to go with us?"
George added quickly,
"Together."
Fred nodded.
"Both of us."
George continued.
"No pressure."
Fred looked at him.
"You just said no pressure after asking her on a date with two people."
"That is technically less pressure."
"How?"
"I don't know."
You laughed.
A real laugh.
The kind that made both of them relax instantly.
Then you reached out.
You took Fred's hand.
Then George's.
"I'd love to."
For a second, neither of them moved.
Then—
"Really?"
"Really."
Fred looked at George.
George looked at Fred.
And then they both smiled.
The same ridiculous, happy smile.
Later that night, Fred pulled out the parchment one final time.
George leaned over.
"Are you updating it?"
"Of course."
"You said you weren't keeping score anymore."
"I'm not."
"Then what are you writing?"
Fred smiled.
He tapped the parchment with his wand.
The old numbers disappeared.
New words appeared.
Final Score
Fred: Winner George: Winner The Bet: Completely Forgotten
George laughed.
"You are unbelievably dramatic."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"I accepted it anyway."
You looked at the parchment.
"You really kept this the entire time?"
Fred nodded.
"Of course."
"Why?"
He looked at you.
Then at George.
Then back at you.
"Because it was the beginning."
George smiled.
"The start of something."
You shook your head.
"You two are hopeless."
Fred squeezed your hand.
"Maybe."
George smiled.
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Guys pls start requesting because I genuinely don't know what to write lol. I hope you guys liked this story, I made it extra long for the weasley twins yearners (つ｡˃ ᵕ ˂)つ ⸝♡
