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A lot can happen in five years.
After the war, the twins finally purchased a spot in Hogsmeade and had been surprised that Draco Malfoy was working in an Apothecary next door. They were wary but curious and that was their undoing. They found out how Draco Malfoy is a complex being, a thousand plus puzzle they wanted to figure out. that, or the missing puzzle piece to complete their mundane lives!!! How could people not notice how amazing Draco Malfoy is?!
Years passed and they've somehow managed to realise that they like, like like, and had fallen in love with the snarky little piece of shit who likes to hangout in their humble shop. It took them months to woo the stubborn blonde and Fred and George are proud to inform people who could bear to listen to their lovesick bragging that they've been in a relationship for almost three years now. There were a lot of fights and negotiation, terms and conditions needed to be set, agreements to be finalised and voilà, Fred and George couldn't think of any paths in their lives without Draco Malfoy in it.
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It’s way past midnight when Draco found the ring. He’s way too deep in their walk-in closet (yes, they have that. He needs space for his robes) to find the specific Weasley jumper he wanted when his hand felt the black velvet box. His partners are out of Diagon Alley, in a conference they were invited to in Romania as a motivational and inspirational speaker for the youth. They'll be gone for a week or so, including travel time, and Draco had the sudden urge to find something that reminded him of the twins. He just wanted a jumper or something that still smells like Fred and George. It's a hard potion to swallow but, if he’s going to fall asleep, he wants his space heaters back home. But they're not, so their clothes would have to do. Ugh, Merlin, Draco Malfoy pining! Again!
Back to the velvet box.
He doesn't expect to find a velvet box in the jumper drawer out of all places.
Maybe they just misplaced it?
Curiosity will always be tempting and Draco took a peek. A glint of gold had him noisily closing it before he could see it properly and he breathed in and out.
No, he's not going to hyperventilate.
He's just going to panic.
–
"Potter, wake up." Draco hissed in the broken mirror he rummaged through his work drawer. Yes, Draco and Harry owns the two-way communication device now because of war reasons (and rant reasons)
"You're an amazing wizard, Draco. Surely if it's Fiendfyre, you can contain it. Come back during business hours." Harry replied groggily after a few minutes of the mirror pinging noisily and waking him up.
"Fuck you, you woke me up with your blubbering when Blaise proposed at 3AM in the morning just to flex the ring I helped pick out! This is serious!"
"Did the twins ask for your hand in marriage at the same time as Blaise? Wow, they have no originality." Harry drawled, face still slumped in his pillow as he squinted at the time. It was 2AM. "Are you out of the country too with one hour difference or something?"
"No to both questions." Draco sighed, his own patience running thin. "I found something in the closet."
"...is it a spider?" Harry asked, just in case. Living under a cupboard under the stairs has its advantages and one of them is being good at dealing with spiders. The Boy Who Loves Spiders knows that Draco can't tolerate critters.
"I found a ring." Draco replied after a few suspenseful heartbeats. Harry sighed in relief, frankly if it was a tarantula, Fiendfyre was his answer but it's just a harmless ring, huh? So much for beauty sleep.
"Oh, is that so? Good to know." Harry mumbled as he rolled over and buried his head on Blaise's neck. Draco rolled his eyes at the sight of the DADA professor sleeping through his breakdown.
"Harry, this is serious!"
"You're Draco!"
"Oh Salazar, why did I call you?" Draco harrumphed.
"Because Pansy is in Bulgaria wringing the men's vaults there dry. And Blaise has early morning classes tomorrow. And unfortunately, you're so picky with friends that I'm the only one left."
"And you're free because you recently resigned from being an Auror." Draco continued smugly.
"Well, maybe the ring's not even for you. Maybe they're just holding on to it for Lee, for Angelina, for their friends, maybe?"
Personally, Draco would like to smack Harry at that statement but the Floo is on the first floor and Fred hid the floo powder after a two-hour firecall with Harry gone wrong. (That's another reason why they have the mirror)
"Don't look like you regret throwing your wand at me during the final battle with Voldy, I was just covering all the bases." Harry defended, pouting.
"Speaking of covering all the bases…"
Draco and Harry talked until the sun was up high and Blaise had gotten Harry breakfast in bed and until an hour after Blaise had gotten back after finishing the morning class. They only finished because Blaise wrangled the mirror away from Harry and ordered Draco to stop overthinking and go to sleep.
Draco had protested but the moment he relocated to his jumper-filled bed and his head touched his pillow, he was out like someone casted 'Nox' after using lumos.
–
It's been two weeks and Draco waited.
During the war, he's learned to be patient, you see.
He's very good at it!
BUT WHY IS IT THAT FRED AND GEORGE HASN'T ASKED HIM FOR MARRIAGE YET??
How long has the ring been there, anyway??
If they missed him so much they'd have went down on one knee and asked for three challenges they'll have to conquer so they could have Draco's hand in marriage!
Draco has thought of thousands errands–err, challenges to give to Fred and George the moment they asked the million galleon question!
Tame a dragon, befriend and secure a House elf to their Household to help rehome some lost elves, get the Malfoy Manor to approve of the marriage! All easy things like that!
But even after a week of settling back to the normal routine, there wasn't any mention of weddings. It had Draco frustrated!
It was a Monday when all things took a turn.
Fred had embraced him lovingly, kissing his temple and forehead before guiding him into a sudden slow dance. There wasn't really any music but Draco loved whenever Fred and George sing. Even if it was just humming right now.
Draco could hear George approaching, the humming getting louder as Fred harmonised with his twin. Draco chuckled as he was spun and led straight into George's arms. Kisses were also bestowed randomly and Draco returned the favor.
"We have something to tell you."
"Hm?" Draco hummed, cheek squished as he nuzzled on George's broad chest.
"We'll be in a meeting the whole day today so we'll be back late."
"And we have something for you!"
Fred and George grinned, kissing Draco's cheeks and giving him a chaste kiss as they handed him a slip of parchment paper.
"We have to go now, darling!"
Draco stood there in a daze before he blinked and lightly slapped himself back to reality. He opened the folded paper and frowned.
'Follow the roses'
Wow, how romantic of the twins.
Draco glanced around and sure enough, he could see a trail of red rose petals on the floor by the kitchen.
He basked in the afterglow of a happy send-off, walking towards the kitchen and following the rose petals scattered on the floor.
Honestly?
Draco shouldn't have expected much when he came into the kitchen. What was waiting for him was no black velvet box with a ring but a sinkful of dishes!!!
'So you won't forget it's your turn to do the dishes, again! Xoxo' was the contents of the note left on the kitchen table.
"Is it possible that Fiendfyre is the solution to all my problems like Harry said?" Draco asked no one in particular, glaring at the dishes and the chore chart plastered on the wall. (Indeed, it was his turn but that's not the point).
Briefly considering arson but not wanting to end up having yet another Ministry Auror breathing down his neck, Draco figured he needed to calm down.
To calm down, of course, is to surround yourself in nature.
Sending one last scathing glare at the sink, Draco harrumphed and nonverbally spelled the dishes to wash itself. It will automatically stop cleaning after ten minutes.
Whatever.
He needs Nature.
Tossing Floo powder Fred hadn't managed to hide that day into the fireplace, Draco let himself be consumed by flames.
–
In Hogwarts, Greenhouse Three specifically, Neville Longbottom served tea to a sulking blonde who's morosely watering the belladonnas he recently replanted.
"Uh, Draco. Maybe you should move on to other plants, you're drowning the precious batch of flowers."
"Wish I could be precious, too." Draco commented as he stepped towards the venus flytraps and proceeded to rain some water in the plant box.
Neville immediately took the watering can away from the blonde to prevent plant murder by overwatering. It felt as if he welcomed a tropical storm inside the greenhouse instead of a Potioneer gathering ingredients.
Draco let himself be led to his seat, daintily picking his tea cup and sipping the expensive Jasmine tea that Pansy probably gifted the Herbology professor because Pansy's a sentimental bitch to those she held close to her heart. Or is it because they have an on and off relationship? Atleast the tea is lovely, the undertones of pining adds flavor.
"What seems to be the problem, Draco? You don't seem well."
"I am healthy, thanks for asking."
"No, really. You have a dark cloud above you and such." The taller of the two sat down and smiled at Draco in that 'I-am-willing-to-listen' way.
Draco stared at Neville who looked so genuinely willing to help him like that time Draco shoved the Sorting Hat in his face, telling him to unearth the Gryffindor sword out of the century old hat. This loyal lion that got Pansy and even Blaise to be his friends by simply being himself could probably keep a secret. Gryffindors are close and tight-knit but Neville seemed to value privacy so he'll bite.
"I have dishes to do and no fiancés."
Neville blinked. So was it the chores or the lack of relationship security?
"Uh…are those things related, somehow?" Neville asked, wondering if he made the wrong move of asking Draco's woes.
"More than you know." Draco deadpanned, drinking the tea in one shot as if it's a keg and slamming the dainty teacup back to its coaster roughly, it was a surprise it didn't break.
You know what? Neville doesn't want to know.
"...okay…?"
Neville gestured to the abundant greenery around them, his smile placating the irate Malfoy heir. Nature can help even a sulking Malfoy, right? "How about I tour you around until we reach the Giant pitcher plants known to be used as a sturdy punching bag in the 80s so you could de-stress a bit? You said you needed sweet nectar for your potions, right?"
"What a precious cinnamon roll." Draco reached out and patted Neville's cheek gently and leaving the man flustered. "Lead the way."
Draco left the Greenhouse Three in a good mood that day, a huge amount of Greenhouse Three plants in his bag. The twins looked warily at the huge amount of sweet pitcher plant nectar Draco placed in their pantry while humming. Fred and George had to stop their hands from checking over their partner's temperature when he did the leftover dishes his magic didn't get to finish without complaints.
Days later, Draco did the petal trick too and led them to the laundry room.
–
It's been a month and Draco is already questioning his self-worth. They already had the ring, why is it that they haven't asked him yet? They're not cowards. No, wait. They are. Come to think of it, marriages are always a big deal for Pureblood families and Weasleys are Purebloods, right??? Then Molly or Arthur would've passed on it was important, right?!
Seriously, Draco's already thought of a hundred easy challenges for the marriage process. Impatience doesn't touch what he's feeling right now.
"You seem in a bad mood, darling." Fred said warily as he eyed the blond pounding the pasta dough as he finished molding it into a circle.
"Hm." Draco grunted noncommittally, using magic to hasten the resting process and cutting it into four sections.
George went inside the kitchen just in time to see Draco begin rolling out the pasta dough as if it had sinned.
"Uh. Are you alright, darling?"
"Hn." Draco hummed as he looked at the rolled out dough before glaring at it scathingly, a nonverbal cutting charm slicing off the pasta dough magnificently into strips of noodles.
Fred and George looked at each other in alarm as their beloved started sectioning off the pasta noodles with flour, wrapping it on his hand as if he's a boxer wrapping bandages and off to a match.
Proceeding with caution, Fred smartly went to evacuate to stand beside his twin as Draco put a pot of water to boil. Nothing unusual, really. Just like how their Darling usually is whenever he waits for the cauldron to boil. What was unusual was the faraway look Draco has as he put the noodles in the boiling pot of water while snickering.
It wasn't Hallow's Eve yet but somehow, their partner's in the mood for it.
Did they do something wrong?!
"Did you do the dishes last night?" Fred asked urgently.
"I cleaned the kitchen, too."
"I cleaned the bathroom while I was showering. I already took out the trash."
"Did you throw away his potion again?" George hissed.
"No! I sorted out the trash and there's no such thing!"
The Twins' argument was cut short as Draco crushed two tomatoes loudly, the sound startling the ginger haired men to standing up straight.
Draco glanced at them and frowned.
"Is there something wrong?"
Frankly, the sound of the knives ominously slicing off the onions, garlic, truffles, parsley, parmesan cheese and other ingredients is scary when paired with an irate Draco Malfoy.
"Nothing!" Fred and George squeaked.
"Kinda just looking forward to dinner!!" George blurted out, grinning and nudging Fred.
"Yeah!! Smells good!"
Please take note that Fred and George were not prepared for a genuine smile to uplift Draco's lips that time. They froze once they saw it, breath hitching at the sight.
Beautiful.
They were mesmerized by Draco's smile that a question they've always wanted to ask for a year now almost fell from their lips.
Alas, it was not the time because the main door was being knocked on and the moment is now over.
"Wait a minute, I hear people wanting something." Draco grabbed his wand from the kitchen island and waved it towards the bustling kitchen to minimize damage control.
"Wanting what?" Fred asked.
"Me." Draco smirked at the lovestruck twins before dashing towards the door to welcome their guest. He can only count in two hands the people the gate to their abode welcomes and one of them is their guest.
Draco immediately opened the door and dropped to his knees to catch Dobby the Free House Elf in his arms.
"I missed you, Dobby! I'm cooking pasta for you!!!"
"Young Master be cooking! Oh no!" Dobby struggled out of the hug prison to look at the state of the kitchen. "Dobby be cooking instead!"
"Oh, come off it. You didn't have food poisoning when you eat what I cook, right??"
Fred and George walked towards the comical scene of Draco and Dobby arguing and redirected them to the kitchen where Draco's almost done.
Not even half an hour later, they've tucked into the pasta dish that Draco made and Dobby enhanced, conversing peacefully.
"How do you like the taste, Dobby?"
"It's a very Young Master Draco dish. The undertones of spite really bring a whole other flavor."
Fred and George looked at Draco and Dobby in confusion as they clinked red wine glasses after Dobby's statement.
–
It was one of those days where Draco was dragged onto a Golden Trio hangout. Ron just got back from an undercover mission, Harry is now back to the country after an Italy date with Blaise and somehow, Hermione tricked Draco into coming with them. Honestly, that woman is sneakier than Pansy! It was fun, though. Earlier that day, Lee Jordan hauled Fred and George to a WWW meeting so there really was nothing to do.
Draco quietly opened the door to their home, not announcing his presence because he was eating the last of Hermione's homemade treacle fudge. It wasn't as good as Molly's but Draco is confident that Harry's shower of praises lifted up Hermione's spirits.
He's always walking silently and he slowed his pace when he heard Fred and George talking. To someone. Or themselves??
Draco camouflaged himself into the shadows and listened.
"Come on, brother. We've rehearsed this a hundred times, we gotta hurry or Darling comes back soon."
"Okay, wanna practice scenario five?"
"Out of 150 scenarios, that's what you pick?"
"C'mon, just indulge me."
Draco raised a brow as the twins cleared their throats.
"Uh, Draco, darling." Draco startled but remained in his composure as Fred began to start. "We've been together for long enough, don't you think? George and I wanted you to know that we want to change our relationship status between the three of us."
"We are not trying to break up with you." George paused and Draco heard some shuffling. "In fact, we want to be with you all our lives."
"Will you marry us?"
Draco covered his mouth in shock as his jaw dropped open. Fred and George are rehearsing their proposal!?
There were some embarrassed noises coming from the living room, probably the twins convulsing on the floor in their cringiness.
"AHHHH CAN'T WE JUST SAYDARLINGIWANNAGETMARRIED!"
"DARLINGPLEASESAYYES!"
"If he says No, I think I'm going to cry."
"And die of broken heart."
Draco rolled his eyes as he walked back to the door as quietly as he had earlier, swinging the door open.
"Sweetheart, Honey, I'm home!" Draco called out, slamming the door close and pretended to take off his shoes.
Draco stifled a laugh at the stampede noises and the panicked whispers of 'Quick, act natural!!' as he walked down the hallway.
"Fred? George? Is anyone home!"
"Welcome home!!" Fred and George greeted in unison as Draco entered the living room.
There wasn't anything amiss except for Fred reading the Daily Prophet upside down and George plopping five sugar cubes in his tea.
"Honey, I don't think I've seen you put that much sugar in your tea." Draco commented as George took a sip only to spray it on his twin.
"Bloody hell!" Fred exclaimed, the newspaper acted as a shield.
"Well, atleast the newspaper is upside down, Sweetheart. Are you solving a crossword?"
It was hard to conceal an amused snort as the twins fumbled and fell off the sofa.
"You're both idiots." Draco chuckled as Fred and George groaned and hauled themselves up to smother Draco in a warm embrace.
"Your idiots." The twins chorused, kissing him in random places. "Welcome back, darling. We've missed you."
"My idiots." Draco agreed before puckering his lips and kissing them as well. "It's good to be back home."
Draco leaned into the Twins' loving hug and figured the proposal can wait when he's already got forever with them.
–
The first and last Sunday of each month was always reserved for a Weasley Family Gathering.
Years ago when Draco's relationship with the twins were still in its early stages, the entire clan was hesitant on inviting the blonde. The first time Draco went there, they were a bit cold to Draco. Years of bullying the youngest Weasley son and his best friend has long lasting effects. They never stayed long or slept over since the twins compromised to just eat then run.
That soon changed when the children were spawned.
The first one was Victoire, when Bill and Fleur had visited earlier and Draco, Fred and George stayed longer. Victoire fell in love with Draco at first sight and refused to leave Draco alone. Up till the present, she's the longest standing rival Fred and George has.
The second was Rosé (Hermione and Ron's firstborn), Audrey and Roxanne (Percy and Oliver Wood's twins via Draco's pregnancy potion), and now with Hugo, the latest addition to the Weasley clan.
All of them loved Draco at first sight and the blonde was absolutely good at babysitting. The children simply listened to him and behaved properly which was a miracle to the parents' books. There was even minimal crying!
So yes, Draco's attendance went from hesitant welcome to mandatory.
The moment Draco emerged from the fireplace, he could only peck his fiancés-to-be before he was accosted by ankle biters asking for his attention.
"Oy! Draco is ours, okay?" Fred and George declared childishly, crossing their arms to the kids.
Victoire scoffed, "Draco does not belong to anybody but himself."
Draco had to agree to that one.
"Besides, boyfriends are just temporary. You're not even bonded or married." Rosé added.
Draco had to agree to that one, too.
Fred and George protested but Hugo had already waddled over and stole Draco's attention. They can almost swear they saw the baby smirk at them the moment Draco picked him up.
"Come on, rattlesnakes." Draco prompted, "let's go see what your Grandmother is up to."
"Gran is finishing Unca Hawwy's fudge." Audrey and Roxanne chorused.
"Tragic."
The children nodded solemnly before following Draco like ducklings to their mother duck. Fred and George stood by the fireplace, dumbfounded. There's no way Draco can replace them with a bunch of children, right?
…Right.
"Let's go see Dad."
A while later, during the Sunday Lunch, Victoire placed a piece of parchment on a miraculously free spot on the table. Everyone looked at her curiously as she cleared her throat.
"Is there something the matter, dearie?" Molly prompted.
Victoire grinned, standing up on her chair (immediately supported by Bill) and raised her hands up. "Everyone, after an intense competition, I would like to announce that I am the winner. I am once again victorious!"
"Congratulations, Victoire." Draco clapped beside her, smiling indulgently. "What's the prize?"
Victoire reached for Draco's hand and stated, "Your hand in marriage."
There was a chorus of clattering utensils and cutlery before there was silence. Only Victoire was ecstatic and with sparkling eyes looking at Draco as she proposed.
"Be with me and you will be happy every day of your life."
"WE OBJECT!" Fred and George hollered after a moment. They can't believe it!!! DID VICTOIRE JUST PROPOSED TO DRACO BEFORE THEY COULD?!?!
Victoire raised Draco's left hand, "He doesn't have a ring so I can propose!"
"I don't think it's a good idea, my honeybunch." Fleur stated as she continued eating. "Draco is not your bonded."
"He isn't." Victoire agreed, sitting back down prettily before smiling angelically at Draco, "But he could be!"
"So, when's the wedding?" Ron asked, guffawing. He dodged Hermione's swat and smiled indulgently at Victoire.
"In spring." Victoire answered confidently. "Draco loves the weather. He told me."
"Darling, say something!!" Fred whined at the shocked blonde beside a smug blonde.
"Well, I never thought my hand in marriage can be a prize in a tournament after all." Draco mused, an amused tilt in his lips evident in his face. "Father did say that was his plan because there were quite a lot of suitors back in the day. Good job winning, Victoire."
"I know I'm amazing. I was born that way. You should fall for me now since you know I can catch you." Victoire winked at Draco before grinning mischievously at the twins. "Sorry it had to be this way, Unca Fred, Unca George."
"We're going to crash the wedding and kidnap our Darling, you little homewrecker." George hissed, pouting at the victorious Victoire.
Bill, who had frozen the moment Victoire announced her marriage proposal, cleared his throat and looked sternly at his princess.
"Dearest, marriage is a very serious commitment."
"I am committed to Draco."
"It's sacred."
"So is our love."
"He is currently in another relationship and didn't we promise not to intervene in someone's relationship, not when it makes them happy?" Bill prompted, causing Victoire to pause and consider her options.
Victoire looked at Draco seriously before frowning. "Do my uncles make you happy, Draco?"
"Very."
"Do they kiss you goodnight and tuck you in?"
"They give me lots of kisses everyday and keeps me safe every night."
"Does their love for you gives you more warmth than my love for you?"
"Their love for me is like an active volcano. It's scorching and I love it." Draco answered before smiling at Victoire sweetly. "Yours is as warm as campfire that makes melty marshmallows you love so much. I love it, too."
Draco whispered something to Victoire that seemed to appease her, glancing at Fred and George before nodding to Draco.
Victoire let out a forlorn sigh, hand on her chest and sent a downcast look to her father.
"Daddy, I think I just got my first heartbreak."
Bill immediately scooped her up and cuddled her close. Victoire reached out to Draco and held his hand.
"If Unca Fred and George hurt you," she glared at the intimidated twins who raised their hands in surrender. "I'll use all the pranks I know to get back at them."
To prevent a declaration of prank war, Harry passed the treacle fudge to the heartbroken girl immediately.
"Eat chocolate, Victoire. You'll feel better."
"Chocolate always makes me feel better." The girl said sagely. Tutor Remus taught her quite well.
Hours later, after an intense game of Quidditch, another announcement was dropped in the Sunday dinner.
"I'm pregnant, just so you know." Fleur informed the table, passing a sonogram to Bill who was once again frozen. "Dominique will be a good name for them."
"And actually, I'm already married." Ginny added, showing off her ring that was previously concealed. "Luna and I had a shotgun wedding in LA. That's why she's not here today, she's filing our wedding registry in the ministry."
Draco sipped his tea as mayhem descended into the Weasleys.
The tea was scorching hot that night, indeed.
–
Somehow, after Draco's discovery of that black velvet box, he's surrounded by wedding announcements and invitations. Is it the trend to be wed nowadays? If it is, then he is not going to follow if it's the last thing he'll do. Malfoys don't follow trends, they tend to make them.
Fred, George and Draco were currently in the Malfoy Manor sorting through their mail. They've long since established that mail not from the list of names they've submitted in the Ministry Owlery is to be redirected to the Malfoy Manor where the house elves could sort them and immediately get rid of cursed ones. They've been a pro at identifying it by now with decades of being exposed to Dark Arts and thus, it was safe to entrust to them.
"Katie and Angelina invited us to their wedding but they say to expect a formal invitation soon."
"Montague wrote and asked if he could order a bunch of stuff for souvenirs for his bachelor party."
"The Three Broomsticks is said to be reserved for three days for the Patil sisters' joint wedding's first reception."
Draco grimaced.
"People are getting married left and right nowadays, it's quite unsettling."
"Do you not want to?" Fred asked lightly, wanting to disguise his nervousness as casually as he could.
"Marriage, no." Draco shook his head and continued sorting and writing orders, not seeing the heartbroken looks the twins had. "Not at this point of time. I've always thought I'd have a long engagement since planning weddings takes thousands of hours. Look at Blaise's, two years now and Pansy, still engaged and in an open relationship so she could be engaged multiple times. I think it'll take a while. Didn't Bill say marriage is a serious commitment? I agree with that. Marriage is hard work."
Fred and George smiled softly in relief, schooling their features as Draco looked up then tilted his head in curiousity.
"Is Lee not getting married yet?"
"We don't know." Fred and George replied, shrugging and imitating a muggle zipple closing in their mouths.
Their best friend is on the same boat as them, trying to propose to their loved one.
"I guess he's on the same boat as both of you." Draco commented, piling the orders in a box and personal ones in another box.
Fred and George's eyes widened in alarm. Did they say that outloud?!
"Same boat how?" George asked, fiddling with a stack of letters.
"Living the best life they have with their partner." Draco answered, pausing his work and smiling at the dumbfounded twins.
Merlin, He's so fucking beautiful.
Unknowingly, the twins felt it was the right time to ask the million galleon question. Fuck all the scenarios they practiced!
"Darling, will you–"
The door to the Receiving Room slammed open, startling the three occupants out of their romantic bubble.
"You will not believe just how much fan mail Draco has that's been sorted to your boxes. Merlin, Draco. You have some crazy fans, I'm scared for you."
Lee Jordan directed the flying boxes towards the centre of the room and looked at the seething twins and a wide-eyed blonde.
"Did I miss something?"
"You have five seconds to run." Fred growled. George had already stood up, wand at ready.
"Run." Draco advised, waving a dismissive hand and groaning on top of the fanmail box dramatically. "Salazar, I hate this."
It was a good thing Lee Jordan always knew to take Draco's advice.
#SaveLeeJorda20xx
–
Draco glanced outside the window and saw clear skies, no clouds in sight. He walked over and opened the window and hummed as the cool winds kissed his cheeks. Yes, today is a good day.
His favourite weather always signals it!
Looking down, he smiled and waved to those who greeted him as passer-bys walked and became part of the Diagon Alley crowd. Draco can't help but lean on the windowsill and cast a look at his surroundings.
The WWW third floor that was once their home was renovated into an open space experiment room for the WWW products and where Draco spends most of his time for his potion making.
The Malfoy Manor was a fortress for stocking merchandise and mail, it was also where they spent their free time and of course, the Quidditch venue for the Quidditch fanatics. Weasleys and Quidditch always go together, it seems. Add Harry Potter into that equation and one Quidditch match turns into an endurance test to see how long they could play Quidditch. It's fine since the house elves love to watch (and cheer for Draco).
WWW Hogsmeade branch was commandeered by Lee Jordan where he also manages his announcer work. The merchandise needs to be restocked every Hogwarts holidays and whenever anyone wants to hire Lee as an announcer. The Potterwatch evolved into an alumni network which was a treasure trove of information. Lee Jordan should've been a Slytherin with how he markets the WWW products there.
Draco's apothecary next door is also doing well and taken care of by the Manor house elves. He doesn't really need the money but he knows a lot of people need the potions so his store is still open for those who need and want it. The WWW also has a door connected to it where customers stumble upon it and get bamboozled at the different aesthetic and merchandise. It was as if they're being pranked!
So far, everything seemed to be stable and reliable. They're all doing great! Fred and George now have ten or so vaults in Gringotts for WWW, for investments and other professional endeavours. Their personal vault now has more galleons than sickles and knuts unlike the first time they took Draco with them. He's seen how they grew individually, together in spirit, emotionally and financially. If Draco were to be told that his life would take a miraculous turn and his time will be devoted to two sneaky, tricky, morally grey people, he would've denied it and cast an Unforgivable spell to that person; but here he is now, ultimately proud of how far his Fred and his George had come and he was with them then and he is still with them now.
His love for the twins started as a curious spark, which then turned into a small burning flame to a wild raging Fiendfyre he can't ever fathom to control. It was a chaotic crescendo and it never (will never) seem to descend, like there is no option to it at all but up.
Fred and George feel like his first sighting of a unicorn, how ecstatic Draco was upon seeing it from a distance and merely appreciating its presence. How even from afar, he can feel its aura of good, pure, safe. Fred and George Weasley has that effect on him, the moment he laid his eyes on them wherever they may be, he feels protected and welcomed by warmth.
What they have right now, this ever budding relationship, this entangled emotions as complicated as the making of a Giant spider's nest, is more than what Draco expected to have.
Honestly, Fred and George Weasley have already proven that they can provide him food, shelter, clothing. Basic essentials are handed to him with unconditional love and no matter how small it could be, the twins find a way to make him feel special.
Merlin, he loves his Jokers so much.
They gave him all he could ever ask for. Assurance, loyalty, undying love, understanding, they even dare to go beyond the bare minimum and no matter how much he set his expectations high, Fred and George always seem to manage to meet his expectations.
So Draconis Lucius Malfoy will wait.
He can wait.
Weddings are sacred and bonding with people is a serious commitment.
For now, he'll live in the present. In the now. He gets to enjoy all the fumbling attempts and the near-proposals (and Draco's witnessed quite a few), it amuses him to no end how the twins practically panicked whenever Draco seemed like he wanted to be the one to propose.
He's already seen his future ahead of him and that's always with Fred and George beside him.
He loves them so much.
Merlin, he loves them so much!!
Draco can't wait to spend his life living a fun life filled with laughter and love.
Pansy and Blaise can never say he's impatient. He's waited for the twins this long and he will wait for the twins!
The door opened as Fred and George went inside carrying boxes.
"What's the box for?" Draco asked as the twins put the boxes on a free table.
"Replenishment!" George answered, walking towards Draco to encase him in a warm hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek before proceeding to the Dragon bookshelf.
"It's about time to add more things to our collection, too." Fred added, grinning before bestowing a forehead kiss on Draco's head.
Ah, yes. The Dragon bookshelf.
The bookshelf Fred and George made to commemorate the WWW treats and tricks inspired by Draco's requests or suggestion. It started from a Weather Ball ("I want it to be sunny for a moment, or have snow in summer when it gets unbearable"), to the creation of Sugar Hexes, to a glow stick series, and more. Sentimental fools as the twins are, they gathered the merchandise in a box at first until it overflowed and they made the bookshelf because they were so sure it will be filled up.
"Can I help?" Draco asked, he doesn't have anything urgent to do.
"Of course, darling."
Draco loved the Dragon bookshelf, too. It symbolises the love the twins have for him and it serves as a reminder of Fred and George's love.
Fred handed him the previous occupants of the shelf and Draco placed it on a new box. The twins liked donating it to a local shelter where the patrons support WWW or in an orphanage somewhere to spread chaos and a bit of fun.
George beamed at him as he handed the new merchandise to put into the shelves. Frankly, Draco didn't mind much, he's grown fond of the products dedicated to him and he regularly uses some of it. The Potions Kit was a new addition as well as the Bath Bombs (to make a bubble bath even more adventurous and entertaining) ((A Sneaky Bomb is part of the collection that looks like a Bath Bomb but your skin will turn into a random color for a few hours)). No one had to know Draco pranked the twins in the baths, but can Draco just say blue isn't their color? It clashed with their hair.
Snickering at the funny memory, Draco accepted the box of the Bath Bombs collection to put into the shelf. Reaching out behind him for the other box, his brows furrowed in confusion when Fred and George handed him a completely different box.
"Whut?" Draco looked back, pouting in confusion and eyeing the new package. "That's new."
"And it's for you!"
"Go on, Darling. Open it!"
Raising a brow at the energetic urging the twins were doing, Draco can conclude they're hiding something.
"If it's a prank, rest assured I'll prank you back." Draco hissed as he opened the small box. The box was embossed and seemed expensive but he paid no mind as his eyes caught sight of a Golden Snitch.
"A snitch?" Draco murmured, "are we including a Quidditch prank set, now?"
"Bloody hell, that's a good idea." Fred commented.
"We'll take note of that, darling." George beamed.
Draco's eyes narrowed as he observed that the loves of his life seemed nervous all of a sudden. Turning his attention to the Golden Snitch, he took it out of the box and saw the different engraving in the ball. It had little potion vials, the dragon firework, and small drawings that refers to their relationship.
"This is such a thoughtful gift." Draco's eyes were fond as he glanced at the Weasley Twins, blowing a kiss towards them before kissing the snitch that began fluttering its wings.
Draco blinked as the moment seemed to shift, gasping as the snitch stopped before opening. Memories of their first Quidditch match together resurfaced, with Draco winning and kissing the snitch like he did just a minute ago. Sentimental bastards.
Inside was a magnificent agate ring enclosed with diamonds. Draco and the Twins' birthstones together.
"We've thought of hundreds of scenarios how we'd do it." Fred started as they walked closer to the silent blonde.
"We've even tried to say it on moments when it felt right." George continued.
"George and I prepared a whole speech and a presentation for you but right now, it's nowhere near our minds because just seeing you here seemed like the right time, we wanted you to have it now."
"You're an important part of our lives, Darling. We love you so much and we always want you to be happy. Fred and I would really love to see you happier because when you are, you're ethereal. You'll always be beautiful in our eyes."
"You are amazing. You deserve to be loved and cared for and we vow to you that we'll do our best to be the best husbands you'll ever have."
"Darling, will you marry us?" Fred and George asked, taking Draco's left hand and going down on one knee.
Draco chuckled, tears evident on the corner of his eyes. He's waited for months for this proposal and the heartfelt words resonated from deep within. It was fucking worth it!
"Yes."
The "you idiots" was muffled as Fred and George surged forward to hug Draco tightly and warmly.
"We're getting married!!" The twins hollered as they spun around the room. Their laughter out the open window brought a smile to the passer-bys that heard it.
They kissed, randomly and wherever they could reach. It was messy and quite frankly, funny because they're all smiling that it was hard to focus on kissing.
Fred and George slowly danced with Draco after putting the ring on, which fit perfectly well, as if it belonged to Draco's finger.
Wedding preparations are hell but they could take three or five years to be wed or whatever, Fred and George will just propose again.
Draconis Lucius Malfoy deserves a lot of weddings. As long as it's them marrying him!! They'll have a summer, winter, fall and spring wedding if they have to!
Hours later, after their celebration, they settled on their bed to sleep. They'll need the energy for the chaos tomorrow will surely bring. Fred and George felt giddy with happiness as they heard Draco's sleepy murmur, their hearts filling with love.
"Thank you for the love that doesn't make me feel lonely."