Wonderful Mischief (Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley)

Chapter 34

"Thanks," he said with a wide and devious smile as I pulled away from him.

When I looked up, I saw that both Fred and George were glaring at their brother with terrifying looks, but Charlie didn't seem to notice. I chuckled a bit and shook my head before grabbing another bag of icing and working on some cookies that were on the same tray as Charlies, standing closely to him again. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but it was just too fun to see the twins mad, especially when they could have been the ones helping me if they hadn't decided to be lazy.

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Later that day, we all were sitting down around the fire in the living room with stomachs full of cookies, chatting about going back to hogwarts. We were all curled up with blankets and drinking what must have been at least our third round of hot chocolate that day.

"Mind if I sit here?" I heard from above me and I looked up to see Charlie standing there with two mugs of hot chocolate, one to probably replace my empty one.

"Sure," I said with a smile. He sat down in between me and the arm of the couch where there wasn't too much room and handed me the hot cup of hot chocolate. "Thanks," I said with another smile.

"You excited for Christmas?" he asked me once he got situated.

"Yeah, I can't wait," I said with a polite smile.

He smiled at me before joining in on the conversation about quidditch that Harry, Ron and Ginny were having, draping his arm across the back of the couch behind me as he did so. I glanced at his arm but decided that because we weren't actually touching, it was fine. When I looked up, it seemed that Fred and George did not feel the same.

I had started to get annoyed with how jealous they got at the smallest things. I wasn't annoyed at the fact that they were jealous per say, it was that all they did was get pissy and stop talking to me for a little bit then seemingly forgetting about it. I rolled my eyes at them, something that I seemed to be doing a lot more, and tuned into the group's conversation, Hermoine now asking questions about the final quidditch games.

After a while of me zoning out while staring into the flames of the fireplace, I was stirred out of my thoughts by Harry.

"Y/n, I'm going to go wrap some presents, will you come help me?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, wondering what he needed my help with. "Does it have to be me?". I was rather comfortable on the couch.

"Yes," he said, annoyed.

I groaned. "Fine," I said and got up from the couch.

We walked out of the living room and up the stairs. Everyone had been wrapping their gifts in Percy's room, his room currently vacant because he couldn't leave his work at the Ministry to come home for the holidays.

"What do you need help with?" I asked once we walked in.

"I just want your thoughts on a gift for Gin," he said and pulled a small box out of his pocket.

"Ooh, yay!" I said excitedly. "Wait, do you actually like her? Like fully?" I asked, having thought that he had only formed a little bit of interest in her after finding out that she liked him.

"Yeah," he said while looking down at his hands and blushing a little bit. "I mean, I always shot the idea down but now that we're spending so much time together over the break, I dunno," he said, still seeming a bit embarrassed at his words.

I smiled widely. "Are you going to tell her?" I asked.

"Well, I think so but I don't know when. I got her this," he said and took the lid off of the box to reveal a necklace. It was a dainty silver chain that held a small heart locket at the bottom, and the front of the locket looked to have an intricate design on it in a darker, almost black color. "And I was going to give it to her tomorrow in private, and maybe tell her then? I don't know". He ran his hand through his unruly hair, looking unsure and stressed.

"Harry," I said and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "It's beautiful, she's going to love it. I think it's a great idea to give it to her alone, maybe you guys can walk somewhere if the weather's nice," I suggested.

"Yeah, that would be nice" he said, seeming to be lost in thought thinking about what he was planning to do the next day.

"And then just tell her how you feel, and I'm sure she feels the same way. I can see how she looks at you, especially recently; you have nothing to worry about," I assured him.

"Really?".

"Yes," I said with a chuckle.

He let out a sigh. "Thanks, Y/n, you're the best".

"I know," I said and pulled him in for a quick hug. "You don't actually need me to help you wrap it, right?" I asked.

"No," he said with a smile.

"Okay, i'm going to head back then. Wrap it pretty," I said and turned around to leave the room.

"Will do," he said and grabbed a roll of wrapping paper.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked me quietly when I sat down by her instead of in my previous seat by Charlie.

"Nothing, he just wanted my thought on a gift," I said vaguely.

She looked at me skeptically for a moment and then nodded and turned away from me to return to the room's conversation.

After a while, I had noticed that I hadn't seen Molly and Arthur in a while and that no one was making dinner even though it was past seven.

"Where's Molly and Arthur?" I asked no one in particular once there was a pause in conversation.

"They went out to get food," Ginny said. "It's tradition that we get chinese food on Christmas eve, so they went out of town to grab some".

I nodded and felt my stomach growl at the thought of food. I hadn't eaten much that day other than a few bites of some christmas cookies, and I was starting to feel it. I wished it didn't have to be oil-filled and fatty food that I was eating, but it was the holidays so I tried to push eating healthy out of my mind and decided to just be extra good about it when we got back to school.

Just then, the front door opened and Molly and Arthur walked in carrying white bags with red 'thank you's on them that were piled high with boxes of chinese food.

"Dinner!" Molly announced with a smile.

Everyone excitedly stood up from their seats in the living room and we all made our way to the kitchen to wash up and squeeze our way around the dinner table.

We ate dinner while the Christmas records continued to play and magically switched themselves out whenever one finished. It was obvious that everyone was excited for the following morning as we ate, and I couldn't help but smile the whole meal, happy to spend my first Christmas with my friends with more than just my parents. My family's tradition of watching a Christmas movie every year couldn't even compare to the dinner of Chinese food that was filled with stories of past Weasley Christmases.

After dinner, we all sat around the kitchen counter and somehow ate all of the cookies that were meant to last us through the next day. We stayed up talking until our eyes became droopy, and everyone then said their goodnights and headed upstairs to fall asleep until we would wake up on Christmas.

I changed into a new pair of pajamas and once the bathroom was vacant, washed my face and brushed my teeth.

When I walked out of the bathroom into the mostly empty hallway, I was nearly scared to death by George, who had apparently been waiting for me to leave.

"Y/n, come up to our room," he said.