"Boys are Stupid"
The amount of begging that Y/N had to do just to stay at the Weasley household during the last week of break was atrocious. Her parents may have let it slide the first summer, but that was when both adults were far too busy with their work to allow their young daughter home alone. Naturally, having her under adult supervision at all that summer was a blessing.
This time around, her mother wasn't as willing to let her daughter live within a fifty foot proximity to the twins. Especially not when F/N had been told by his wizard chums of two notorious Weasleys with a penchant for trouble. Naturally, however, her father backtracked when she brought up one extremely famous Harry Potter. When she convinced her father at the start of the summer, Y/N wasn't even sure if her best friend would also be joining her at the Weasley's over summer. But luckily, she predicted the stay wonderfully, so it technically wasn't a lie.
As for Mrs. L/N; Y/N got extremely lucky that her family had decided to embrace her mother's muggle lifestyle rather than her father's wizarding ways. If not, she wouldn't have ended up living a mere three blocks away from her best friend, Hermione Granger. You know: The one and only Hermione Granger who was an exceptionally smart and good girl even by her mother's standards.
Now, Y/N found herself sprawled out on Fred's bed, watching the twins avidly discuss inventions on the floor. Before she arrived, her mother made her promise to stick to the good influences( Hermione and Harry) and stay away from the bad influences (Fred and George). But she was friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. So did rules ever apply to her in the first place?
Sure, she spent most her few days locked up in the twins' room, helping them plot ideas for their joke shop, but she also spent a decent amount of time sleeping in the room she shared with Ginny and Hermione. If twelve hours of sleep near good influences didn't soak into her system, then nothing else would. Besides, she also spent time in Ron's room, playing wizard chess against Harry and beating him at it so the influence level balanced out.
"You going to say anything over there or not?" George's voice interrupted.
"No," she chirped, and continued kicking her feet in the air. "I've got horrible ideas. We all know it'll just lead to some type of exploding product."
"That's a great idea!" Fred said.
"Oh dear. Don't give me credit for that. I don't want to be responsible for that property damage."
"Don't worry Y/N. We'll write your name all over the packaging so everyone knows," George said.
Y/N flung a pillow at the boy, which he dodged effortlessly. All that quidditch training had to have come in hand eventually. Unfortunately, Y/N didn't possess that type of training and got a face full of cushion in return. She scrunched her nose up at they boy, but tucked the pillow under her arms to ensure her safety against any other possible attacks.
"We're going to need something that girls like. Only the boys really play tricks at Hogwarts," Fred suggested.
"And Y/N," George added, eyes shifting to look at her.
"Not by choice," she retorted even though she didn't entirely mean it. The girl did like sneaking around with the twins in the castle, but she didn't like being woken up at midnight to do it.
"But you're so good at sneaking in and out of places. Who else would we have plant dung bombs around school?" George continued, standing up to sit on his bed. Fred followed suit, but had to nudge Y/N to the side to make space for himself on his own bed.
George was completely right though. Y/N was exceptionally talented at staying hidden. In fact, the only reason she'd been caught sneaking into the kitchen her second year was because of their marauder's map. If not for the dumb parchment, her weekly kitchen raids would've continued to go unnoticed. But also meant that the twins never would've offered to walk her back to the common room, or "adopted" her as their apprentice troublemaker. But she also had the unleashing of the chamber of secrets to blame for that.
"Still, you're a girl," Fred said.
"And?" She answered.
"What do you think girls would buy?" George asked.
"I dunno. You could try a diluted love potion. With pink packaging. Something about teenage girls always having crushes and liking pink," Y/N suggested, rolling over to face the ceiling rather than George's bed.
"And you?" Fred asked, peering down at the girl curiously.
Y/N stared back at the boy with an arched eyebrow. "What about me?"
"Do you have any crushes?" George inquired. Y/N didn't see the way his eyes shimmered with bits of hope and..something else..,but Fred certainly did. Fred wasn't in any position to say anything about it though, as his mind was also burning with the same questions.
"Uh.." There was definitely Cedric. But she only slightly fancied him because he was an absolutely gorgeous specimen of a wizard. Well, that was all she really had to base him off of at the moment. If that rule applied, then her nonexistent love life would be an absolute mess. That would mean she also had a crush on anyone she found attractive.
Staring up at Fred's face, she could definitely say he was handsome. And she already knew the twins were funny and playful and kind and...probably her favorite people in the world. Either one of them would probably make an amazing boyfrie- what?! Oh dear. Now Y/N had found herself thinking in a no-no zone.
"None of your business," she snapped. Blimey, was Y/N glad no one could read minds here. But wait. mind-reading WAS possible in the wizarding world. She knew Fred wasn't into Legilimency. But from the way his eyes dug intensely at her, she thought for a second that maybe he really could hear her every thought.
Having had enough of the eye contact, she rolled over again to face George instead. Except, he was doing the same as his twin. Just, from a further distance. This type of interaction wasn't exactly Y/N's thing. Eyes were the windows to the soul, and Y/N didn't want to dive into anyone's soul at the moment. So her nails became her new focus.
"Oh but it's all of our business," the two badgered.
"As your designated best friends, it's our job to make sure you stay away from slimey blokes,"George declared.
"Especially gits like Ron," Fred joked.
"Mhhhmmm. And you're not worried that if I've suddenly got a boyfriend, I won't be available to be dumb with you two," she countered.
"Not at allll," they said, clearly not meaning it.
"No need to worry. Boys are stupid," she declared.
"Even us?" they asked.
"Especially you," she answered. Obviously, Y/N should've answered differently because she was soon squirming at the bottom of a uncalled for dog pile. "Get off-a me!" she whined, clawing at the edge of the bed towards sweet freedom.
"Neveerr!" they shouted, shoving until the girl was nearly a single combined entity with Fred's bed. Y/N merely grunted with concentration.
"Fred, George , mum says it's time to-oh-"
Three heads whipped around at breakneck speed to look at whomever had interrupted their scuffle. Standing in the doorway were the rest of the teens within the household; staring at the trio in a confused manner.
Y/N used this distraction to wriggle out from under the boys. Landing on the floor was a small-but still painful- price to pay for her freedom.
"Honestly, you three are so strange," Hermione huffed. Meanwhile, Ginny grinned goofily as if she knew the most valuable secret in the world. Harry and Ron were still a bit shell shocked. After all, the only thing that they could really see was a tangle of limbs and head of H/C locks peeping from somewhere in the mess.
"I'm freeeeee!" Y/N sang victoriously from the floor.
"Mental, those three," Ron muttered, catching the attention of the floor girl. She sent him a quick glare and an eye roll.
"Just tell mum we'll be down soon," Fred instructed.
"Well don't take too long or the food will get cold," Ginny warned before shutting the door.
Once the three were alone again, Y/N pounced onto the nearest boy , yelling "Sneak attack!" as she did so. Poor George never saw it coming and tumbled right out of bed. The girl took this chance to pin the unsuspecting boy by his wrists and throw her weight onto his stomach.
"Oi what happened to being down soon?" George protested.
Y/N was surprised to feel two arms sneak around her waist and pull her up from the twin. She struggled listlessly and kicked her feet in the air once she was away from the boy. "Okay but admit it. If there weren't two of you, I would've won that fight," she pouted.
"Right, and how do you plan on getting out, love," Fred teased.
"You could let go of me. Or you'll just end up carrying me to dinner," she suggested sweetly.
"You really do underestimate us," the other twin said.
Y/N merely pouted at the boy hauled her down the burrow's several flights of stairs. He even had the audacity to pass her to his twin to carry. Well jokes on them she supposed. Now she just had a free ride down the stairs.The Weasley family and friends were quite bamboozled to see the strange sight of one Y/N being carried down the stairs like a pouting child while the twins grinned victoriously. "Weasely winner!"
Mrs. Weasley's heart nearly gave out as she saw their guest being handled in such a way. She rushed up to her kids and began scolding them. "Oh you two! Put that poor girl down!" The boys had no choice but to oblige. Once Y/N was on the sweet floor again, Molly began doting on the girl as if she were her mother. "Are you alright dear?"
"Yeah no worries Mrs. Weasley. We were only playing around," she reassured.
"Hey what about us? She attac-" Y/N threw a hand against George's mouth and tried to give their mother the most innocent face she could muster up. Fred nearly burst out laughing at both his brother and best friend being absolutely dimwitted.
"Mmmm what's for dinner? Smells amazing," she chirped, desperate to shift Molly's attention. Fortunately, this method worked and the lady began leading the three to the table. Y/N removed her hand from George's mouth but stuck her tongue out childishly once Mrs. Weasley's back was turned.
~
Y/N loved Hogwarts, but she wasn't quite ready to go back. School meant less time to hang out with her friends, less time to sleep, but more importantly, more brain cells than Y/N would like to use. Obviously, there was also the little problem of any Voldemort related entities possibly attempting to murder her or her best friend.
Y/N knew she should've snatched Hermione's time turner last year when she had the chance. Obviously, Mcgonagall would've committed bloody murder for the violation of rules, but at least Y/N wouldn't be here right now; helping Ginny pack for the train to Hogwarts the next day.
Hermione was Hermione. She couldn't wait to get back to school for whatever reason. Seriously, Hermione was basically a Ravenclaw hiding within a Gryffindor. Y/N rolled her eyes from behind Hermione's fluffy mop of hair as the girl talked about the upcoming term relentlessly.
"I've already read ahead in the standard book of spells and intermediate transfiguration, and I think you'll really enjoy fourth year, Ginny," Hermione babbled.
"Hermione, WE haven't even started the term. How do you know if Ginny will enjoy it. For all we know, we might really be murdered this time round," Y/N sighed.
"Well, as far as I know, we're having a totally normal year whether we like it or not," she retorted.
"Actually," Ginny interrupted, stuffing a scarf into her trunk. "Mum mentioned some big event happening at school this year."
Y/N threw her arms up in the air exasperatedly. "See I knew it!"
"What is it?" Hermione questioned.
"Dunno. Mum wouldn't say. Said it was a surprise."
"Bet the surprise is You-Know-Who jumping out from behind the teachers' table to murder us!" Y/N said. In return, she received a not so gentle smacking from Hermione, but took no offense to it. Her friend wouldn't have smacked her if she was entirely wrong. Ginny laughed as she threw another article of clothing into trunk.
A second later, Ginny Weasley's door creaked open to reveal none other than the twins with brilliant smiles on their faces. "We need to borrow Y/N," they stated at the same time.
"Bugger off, It's girl time," Ginny stated.
"It's really important. We'll bring her right back," Fred promised.
"Yeah that's what you said yesterday and the day before," Ginny whined, still attempting to spend as much of her free time with her friend as possible.
"I'll be right back," Y/N said as she exited the room.
Ginny squinted at the girl as she left, dissatisfied. Hermione had already expected it. There was no way the twins would spend their last free day without bugging Y/N somehow. "Just let them be," she sighed.
Outside, in the hallway, Y/N made her way to the all too familiar room. Somehow, it was messier than usual. Y/N could tell it was their half baked attempt to pack for the upcoming school year. She sighed exasperatedly. Boys.
"What's so important that you had to come to Ginny's room just to get me? It better not be another prank. I don't appreciate things exploding in my face."
"This right here!" Fred proclaimed proudly as he held up a viral of some unknown pearly liquid.
"Great. You're wasting my time on sparkly pink juice," she sassed before plucking the vial from the boy's hand and opening it.
George was quick to snatch the vial away as soon as she started bringing the mysterious liquid to her lips. "Don't drink that!"
"I thought you wanted me to. You usually do. What is it anyways?" she questioned.
"Amortentia," The twins chimed at the same time.
Y/N tilted her head at stared at the two. Which was honestly the most adorable thing the boys had ever seen from Y/N. She just looked like a lost, confused puppy and it made their hearts absolutely melt.They worked hard to resist the urge to pinch her cheeks and make her promise to stay boyfriend-free forever.
"Love potion," they admitted.
Y/N's eyes widened with a mix of emotions. Scared that she almost drank it. Relieved that she didn't drink it. Confused why they had it. And eventually somewhat mad that they probably brewed it.
"I didn't actually mean it. I thought this potion was advanced," she muttered.
"It is." George assured.
"You underestimate us too much dear," Fred claimed, and took the opened potion from his twin's hand. " Come on now, take a whiff."
The boy held the vial up to Y/N and waited expectantly. Hesitantly, she bent over to take in the love potion's scent. She didn't really smell anything. Maybe a hint of gunpowder if she concentrated hard enough, but that could've been residue from the twins' room after they pulled that prank a few days ago. Y/N thought that maybe she'd caught a whiff of a forest-y fresh type of aroma, but she still wasn't sure and thought that maybe her mind was tricking her into thinking that there was anything at all.
"I think you brewed it wrong," she said. "I don't smell anything. Literally all I smell is your room. What's it supposed to smell like?"
The two boys went silent. Did she really not know?
Y/N watched their faces closely. There was something they weren't telling her.
"Nothing!" Fred lied.
"Congrats, you passed the test, see you around!" yelped George strangely before pushing the girl out of the room and throwing the door shut.
The edges of his lips were pulled taut in thought. There was no way they brewed it wrong. They'd already confirmed it themselves. Fred looked at his younger brother of just a few minutes.
George averted his gaze and held far off look of reminiscence. "Smelled the Hogwarts kitchens."
Fred stared at the door that the other half of his world had just gone through. "Paint."