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“That will be fifteen Sickles.” You pulled down your hood furthermore to hide your face.
“Any discount?” The fourth year Ravenclaw asked you hopefully; whilst his eyes curiously focused on your head trying to figure out who you were.
“No bargains. No discounts.”
“That’s too expensive!” He whined.
“Not my problem. Fifteen Sickles if you want it.” You said curtly. “And stop trying to look at my face.”
“Right, sorry.” He was a little ashamed after being caught.
After you handed him the pen, you carefully walked to your dorm room, making sure there was no one around.
Hogwarts’ famous muggle products supplier was you. But no one knew about it. You always made sure to keep your identity a secret. Being a muggleborn, it was easier for you to sell things in secrecy without getting judged by prejudiced purebloods.
It all started when one of your roommates questioned where you had bought your pen from. It was much more efficient and easier to use than a quill and ink. Her friend had asked her about it and soon, everybody wanted them.
Along with pens, you also sold other stuff. Things that were way complicated in the wizarding world.
You double checked the hallway before casually slipping the hood off your head and walking like nothing happened. Your ears perked up when you heard a few shuffling noises. You turned your head sharply and saw the two redheads who were trying to sneak around. Rolling your eyes at them, you ignored whatever is that they were doing and walked towards your common room.
The Weasley Twins were famous for their jokes, pranks and quirky products. Students at Hogwarts massively enjoyed them and were always curious about what they were up to. At one point, someone had started to ship the smuggler of muggle products, you, and one of the twins. It was an unsaid competition of who’d sell more of their products.
Though, you thought that it was an unfair contest since their products were made solely by them whilst you simply resold the stationary.
Either way, you didn’t want to cross them.
Those two screamed trouble and you liked your anonymity.
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The twins currently sat in the Gryffindor common room, devising their newest prank. The room bustled with tired students who were done with their classes for the day and couldn’t wait to spend some time relaxing with their friends. The twins dropped all the products they could possibly use for the prank and rummaged through, approving or disapproving every item.
“Dung bombs?”
“Too old. Portable swamp?”
“Let’s save it for someone else. Fanged frisbee?”
Both of them looked at each other before shouting. “Yes!” Their moment of enthusiasm was interrupted by a second year old who walked into the common room with her friend in tow, looking all cheerless and droopy.
“I wish these pens were a little colourful!” She whined to her friend. “I’m tired of using boring black coloured colour pens but these are much easier to use than my quills, however pretty they may be.”
The twins’ eyes met for a brief moment and they knew exactly what they had to do.
The next morning began the Weasley twin’s search for the infamous girl in a hood who supplied muggle products to the whole of Hogwarts. Their mind thought of every person that possibly fit in the criteria but they ended up being unsure of all them. To their luck, they had overheard a couple of Hufflepuffs saying that you were going to sell them a few products this evening near the west tower.
The evening came and the twins eagerly followed the above mentioned people. They knew following someone was terribly wrong but it was their only way. They waited until you were done selling the things and hid behind a wall. And as soon as you started walking back to where you came from, the twins surrounded you.
A loud gasp left your mouth when you realised what was happening. The redheads stood in front of you, huge grins plastered on their faces.
“Hello,” They both said at the same time.
“What are you two doing here?” You questioned them.
“We wanted to meet you, of course.” You heard one of them, who you thought was Fred, say.
“What do you mean?”
“C’mon, we know you’re the one who sells muggle products.” The other twin, George, said.
“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.” You uselessly denied. You knew there was no point in lying as you saw them give you a bored look. “Alright,” You sighed, “What do you two need?”
“We have a proposal,” Said George.
“And why would I ever accept it?”
“At least hear us out!”
“You have two minutes,”
“We, the incredible Weasley twins,”
“Want you, (y/n),”
“To join us.” The twins took turns talking.
“Join what?”
“Our amazing business where we sell the most wicked products.” Said Fred in a ‘duh’ tone.
“Look, your muggle products are efficient but they are boring and dull. We only want to make them more fun.”
You were starting to get this ‘proposal’ that they were talking about and so far didn’t fully oppose it. “Fun? Like what sorts?”
“Like for starters, we can make the pens look a bit more colourful and maybe have confetti thrown from the other side of it?”
You thought of the idea and actually liked it but there were still other complications. “Does this proposal affect my anonymity?”
“No, not at all.”
“We promise to keep your identity hidden.”
“Cross our hearts.”
“And do I get to have an equal share of whatever we make?”
“Of course.”
“Alright, I need to think about this a little more.” Satisfaction filled the twins as they knew you were considering the offer.
“Take all the time you need.” They gave you a heads up and walked away.
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After much thought, you decided you were gonna roll with it. You knew, of course, that working with the redheads would be chaotic but for once, you actually wanted to do something different. “Alright, I agree.” You told them one day after your classes;
And thus began a legendary partnership.
To say keeping up with the twins and their enthusiasm was tough would be an understatement. They were always popping out of nowhere, suggesting new ideas constantly and you were enjoying it for most part- they were honest with the profits when it came to sharing, treated you as an equal and generally fun to be with but things started taking a toll when you began catching feelings for one of them.
You couldn’t remember the exact time or moment when you realised you liked George. A random day, during a completely normal conversation, the twins cracked their jokes and you felt him stare at you for a little longer and the next thing you knew, your heart sped faster.
The Weasley twins, for most, weren’t difficult. Not many people tried to get to know them individually. They were always known as FredandGeorge; so when you became a prominent part of the twins’ lives, they noticed how you tried to get to know them better. You knew how George was the quieter twin and it was Fred who usually did the promotion when it came to selling their products.
George knew this, he knew you paid attention to what the twins liked individually and that made you stand out to him. He was more observant when you were around, always making sure you were comfortable. And despite all this attentiveness, neither of you were aware of your feelings for each other. The light-headed feelings and racing hearts continued and the only person to pick up on this was none other than Fred Weasley.
The older twin was quite fast to understand that his brother had finally found a girl he liked. He often saw him throw not-so-discreet looks at you and a dazed smile always danced on his lips every night when he went to bed and Fred knew exactly who he was thinking about.
“So, when are you planning on telling her?” He told George as they lay on bed, rested for the night.
A sigh escaped George’s lips as he closed his eyes that were gazing at the ceiling moments ago. “Never.” He mumbled sadly.
“Mate, did you hit your head? ‘Never’? Why?”
He sat up, his eyes still closed as the pads on his fingers slightly massaged his temples. “Because she doesn’t like me that way.” He could feel his heart slightly break as he uttered those words, his tone was dejected- something quite uncommon for George Weasley.
“You two are equally delusional. A perfect match!” Fred bellowed incredulously.
“What do you mean?”
“Nah, I’d like to see both of you act oblivious around each other for a little longer. Good night.” He gave his twin a Cheshire cat grin, throwing the blanket over his face but not before winking at his brother. “Dream about (y/n).”
“Fred, what is it? Tell me!” George pressed, annoyed whatever Fred was hinting at but it was too late as he had already fallen asleep.
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It was a chilly Wednesday evening when you were walking to the secret spot where the twins and you usually held your meeting to discuss the products. Though, you certainly thought it was odd that a meeting was called so suddenly; you had received a random note an hour ago and despite it being a little suspicious, you decided to go, only hoping that this wasn’t any kind of prank.
You had almost reached the place when a swift hand took hold of yours in a strong grip, pulling you along with it and before you register what was going on, you were getting dragged along with someone. “What-“ You opened your mouth to question them but they beat you to it.
“No questions. Run.” George. It was him who was currently pulling you by your wrist. You could recognise his voice even half-asleep, his voice was like music to the ears; your heart beat faster every time you listened to him.
Of course, you obliged and carried your feet as fast as possible while he pulled you along with him. The chase finally came to a halt when he pulled you into a tiny room which you presumed was the storage closet. Since there wasn’t exactly a lot of space, your chest was touching his abdomen as he towered over your physique; you could feel his breath fall on your face as you two tried to catch up with it from all the running.
“What did you do that made Filch so mad that he chased us all around the castle?” You throw him a questioning look.
“Nothing!” He defended himself and when you looked like you didn’t believe him, he proceeded, “All I know is that I received a note from you, asking me to meet at our usual spot.” He shrugged. You raise a single eyebrow, questioning the unfamiliar event but chose to let him continue. “Merlin knows what happened, I see Filch on my way, looking furious with his face covered in all colours of paint. Though, I must admit, it was quite hilarious; it’s a pity I didn’t get enough time to laugh since that old prat started chasing me.” He grunted at the last part causing you to roll your eyes at him.
“I don’t know whose note it is that you received, but it certainly wasn’t mine. In fact, it was you who sent me one, asking to meet at the usual spot.” George gaped at you.
“It wasn’t me.”
“Clearly. Who was it then?” He thought for a second at who could have possibly done it until he leaned his head on the wall behind him as he let out a frustrated groan, realising who it actually was.
“For Godric’s sake,” he cursed under his breath. “It’s Fred.”
“But why would Fred do it?”
“Filch was mad at me,” he pointed at his face, “and the only other person that looks like me is my twin.”
“Yeah, I get that. You lot are always causing trouble, but why did he send us those notes?”
“Uh,” George instantly turned speechless and light pink started to tint his cheeks which, not too long ago, were red from all the running.
“What is it?”
He gave up, letting out a sigh as he realised that he had run out of all the ideas to cover up. “I fancy you, alright? A lot. Fred probably got tired of me pinning over you and set up this whole thing. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.” He looked away, unable to meet your eyes as he felt slightly dejected.
“Georgie,” You whispered, “I like you, too.”
Surprise took over him as you uttered those words, his eyes instantly holding your gaze. The warmth he felt was enough to tell him that it was real and he never questioned it again. The little to no space between you two was never forgotten but it was more prominent now; making you realise that you were here, right at this time, sharing this moment with the boy you absolutely adored. As much as you wanted this moment to freeze, you knew it wasn’t possible and hence, you were going to make the most out of it.
You give him a smile before you leaned over and planted a small kiss on his lips. George was a little taken back but it didn’t take him long to act back. Butterflies filled your stomach and you felt one of his hands went around your waist and the other gently rested on your cheek, your own hands were around his neck; his lips met yours again but this time, it lasted longer.
It was late and hence, your night together had to come to an end. You felt sad leaving his side but you knew it was just the start. You’d have many moments with him that you’d cherish with all your heart and the thought made you feel giddy.
Filch was gone making the coast clear, you slowly slipped out of the closet with George, your hand in his and you two sported the brightest smiles.
“So, what do you wanna do on our first date?”
“Hmm,” You thought, “oh, I know, let’s prank Fred!” You said enthusiastically, making George’s look at you with a gaze that screamed ‘that’s my girl’.
“I’m always up for a payback. Should we use sticky trainers on him?” He suggested.
“Yes, and let’s prank Filch, too. But unlike this time, he’ll think it’s Fred who did it.”
“I’m so proud of you.“ George leaned down to peck your lips.
Unknown to the two of you, Fred had been standing behind a wall all along, wanting to make sure that everything had gone according to plan but was now throwing glares at the back of his traitorous twin as he shook his head and let out a sigh.
“So much for being the best wingman.”