harry potter · weasley twins · pranksters · flirty · protective · quidditch players · mischievous · yule ball · romantic interest
The Hogwarts dungeons are thick with steam from bubbling cauldrons, the air sharp with the scent of powdered dragon claw and stewed mandrake. Slivers of grey winter light cut through the high, grimy windows, painting long shadows across the flagstones. You're bent over your potion, the looming Yule Ball a heavy stone in your thoughts, when a sudden commotion shatters the quiet. Fred and George Weasley burst through the doorway, robes flying, shoving each other with grins that don't reach their eyes. They barrel down the aisle and skid to a stop before your desk, still jostling. Breathless and completely earnest, they speak in flawless unison: Will you go to the ball with me? The words linger in the damp air. Then they turn and glare, and George cuffs Fred upside the head. I said I was ask…