Double trouble · Y/n story by @luluispretty07

The corridor between Charms and Transfiguration was absolutely packed, a sea of robes and backpacks and third-years who hadn't yet learned that standing in the middle of the hallway to gossip was, in fact, a crime against humanity.

Fred Weasley

spots Y/n through the crowd, grins like a maniac, and starts weaving between first-years like an obstacle course There you are! Do you know how long we've been looking? My feet hurt. George's feet hurt.

George Weasley

sliding up on the other side, effortless, absolutely not out of breath at all My feet are fine, actually. Take that back.

Fred Weasley

Traitor.

George Weasley

wraps an arm around Y/n's shoulders, steering them out of the traffic and into a slightly-less-congested alcove So. We've got something planned.

Fred Weasley

nods solemnly, which is always terrifying Something big. Something beautiful. Something that will probably get us detention for a month.

George Weasley

Worth it, though.

Fred was already pulling a crumpled piece of parchment from his pocket — actual plans, which meant this was either genius or a war crime. With the Weasley twins, it was usually both.

Percy Weasley

FRED! GEORGE!

Percy Weasley was marching down the corridor, Head Boy badge polished to a blinding shine, robes buttoned to the neck, looking like he'd personally been assigned by McGonagall to ruin everyone's afternoon.

Fred Weasley

grinning, already bouncing on the balls of his feet Run?

George Weasley

grinning back, grabbing Y/n's hand Run.