Double update bitches
I awoke in a bed that felt softer than my own, slowly becoming conscious. For a moment, I was completely at peace, listening to birds outside the window and enjoying the feeling of waking up on a weekend. That was before the headache started.
I let out a groan and flopped over onto my back with my elbow covering my eyes.
"Morning sleepy head".
My head shot up (not to the help of my pounding head) and I squinted my eyes at the bright light flooding in from the open window. I found that I was in Fred and George's room, not my own. I was in the bed alone, but Fred was in the bed across the room from me. I stared at him with tired eyes for another moment before slamming my head back into the pillows and turning over, trying to go back to sleep until this hangover was over.
"There's a hangover potion on the nightstand, figured that you might need one," he informed me, sounding amused by the state that I was currently in.
"Mmm, thanks," I said and blindly grabbed at the nightstand with my head still buried in the pillow, successfully finding the potion on my third grab. I chugged it down, grimacing at the taste, and threw my head back into the fluffy pillow. I could feel the potion going to work, slowly melting away my headache, but it just left me with a feeling of sleepiness because I had not gone to bed until the early morning.
"Don't go back to sleep," He said from the other side of the room, but I could hear him coming closer through my half-asleep daze. "Hermione sent us like three owls making sure that we would all be ready to go to Hogsmeade. I'm not sure why we have to go at a certain time, but she's in charge of the day". I could feel the bed dip on my side of the bed, only a couple inches from where I was laying down.
"Oh," I grumbled once I had unburied my head from the pillow. "Right. I forgot about that. Do we really have to go?".
"Yes," He said with a smile. "George went down to grab you some food because we didn't want to wake you. It'll help with the hangover. I think he's also grabbing a cup of coffee".
I groaned, fully knowing how obnoxious I was, having spent the night in their room and taking advantage of their hospitalities but still complaining. "It's fine, he doesn't have to grab me anything".
He looked at me with a disapproving look. "He is grabbing you breakfast, and you're eating it. You always need to eat breakfast, but especially today because i'm pretty sure you didn't eat anything last night and only drank alcohol. If you don't like what he brings back we can go get you something else".
I looked up to see that he was looking at me with a look that told me he wasn't going to give in anytime soon, so I just nodded. I wasn't in the mood to argue.
I heard the door open, and turned from my spot underneath the covers to see George shutting the door behind him with his food.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey," He said before turning around to look at me. "Oh! You're already up".
I chuckled at him and sat up in bed, still staying underneath the covers because I didn't feel like getting up quite yet, no matter what Hermione's plans for the day were.
George walked over to the bed with a tray and a couple plates of food that he had obviously stolen because of Hogwarts no-food-outside-the-dining-hall rule. "I really did get eggs and bakey. And toast. And hashbrowns. And sausage. And some coffee. Ooh, and a muffin. And some fruit. I wasn't sure what you were feeling," He said before presenting me with the food that he had brought.
My heart soared at the gesture, I knew how hard it was to sneak food out of the dining hall, and all of this must have been even harder. "You didn't have to do all this," I said, blushing a bit at the action.
"Nonsense," He said, waving me off. I had picked up a piece of toast and was munching on it, allowing myself to eat what I wanted because I hadn't eaten dinner and I was in fact hungry.
Fred, who was still sitting rather close to me on the bed said, "Only the best for our princess" while pinching my cheek a bit.
I still had a piece of toast in my mouth but shoved his hand off of my cheek and said, "shove off," while trying to coax the blush away from my cheeks before taking another bit of my toast.
Fred and George had both gone off into the bathroom to get ready for our day out while I ate to my hearts content for the first time in a while. I ate eggs and bacon, and toast, and hashbrowns. I wasn't quite sure why, but eating with Fred and George made me feel comfortable to eat.
I couldn't normally eat alone, because all that would leave me to focus on would be how much I was eating and how many calories it was. I also couldn't eat in a room full of students, because I felt like people were watching and judging me, even if they weren't. Eating with the twins was like my own little goldilocks moment. It was just right. I just felt comfortable around them, and eating a whole plate of food didn't seem like such a battle.
Fred walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed in muggle clothing. No one really wore muggle clothes at hogwarts unless it was pajamas because we never did anything that didn't require our robes. It was weird seeing Fred clad in regular clothing. He was wearing a baggy pair of jeans and a crewneck sweater, looking casual yet somehow put together.
George walked out in a similar pair of jeans, but wearing a white button down shirt with a big sweater vest over the top.
"Oh, shit, I need to go back to my room and get dressed!" I said, carefully moving the plates full of breakfast off of my lap so as not to spill any of it.
"We're supposed to get going pretty soon, why don't you just borrow some of our stuff?" Fred asked casually.
"What time are we supposed to leave?" I asked, having stood up from the bed.
"In like 10 minutes," George said while looking down at his watch.
I groaned. "Okay, yeah, can I just borrow a sweater or something?".
"Of course, they're just over in the closet," George said while gesturing to a walk in closet.
I picked up my jeans from the night before and made my way into the closet to change. I looked around, looking for some sort of sweater or sweatshirt that wasn't huge on me, but all I found were sweaters made to fit their tall bodies. It made sense I guess. I put on my big jeans from the night before and settled on a dark green chunky sweater with a little heart sewn onto the sleeve. I figured Molly must have made it.
I stepped out of the closet only carrying my sweater from the night before, having put Freds sweatpants into the dirty laundry hamper.
"Can I just leave this here?" I asked while holding up my sweater.
"Yeah, you can just leave it on the table," George responded.
I turned towards the mirror and put my hair into a bun. It was the best that I was going to get, because I had nothing to style my hair.
"My mum knitted that for me," Fred informed me, having walked up to my side.
I chuckled and looked down at the shirt. "I figured because of the little heart. It's really soft," I said, not being able to keep my hands off of it. Apparently, Fred couldn't either because he basically pet my arm with his hand and hummed.
"I'll have her make you one," He said.
I smiled. "I haven't even met her! Do not make your mom knit me a sweater," I warned.
He just smiled a cheeky grin. "We'll see. I can't promise that there won't be a sweater under your tree this year".
I laughed. "Do you guys happen to have an extra toothbrush?".
George stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that we have some extras in the bathroom".
"Extra toothbrushes hmm?" I teased, nudging Fred on the arm. "Are these for your nighttime visitors?".
Fred smiled but shook his head. "No, our mum just packed us some extra". I looked at him with a disbelieving look. "I swear".
I let out a little laugh and walked into the bathroom, digging through the cabinet to find that there were in fact some extra toothbrushes. I used some of their toothpaste and brushed my teeth, upset that I couldn't style my hair or put on makeup, but I just spit out my toothpaste and sighed, knowing that there was nothing that I could do. Hermione would hex me silly if I was late. She was probably already mad at me for letting her get drunk the night before.
I walked out of the bathroom to find both Fred and George waiting for me.
"You ready?" George asked.
I nodded, but paused to look in the mirror that sat next to the door. "I look disgusting right now".
I didn't really mean anything out of it, Hermione and Ginny and I always complained when we looked particularly tired or extra bloated that day.
I saw George walk up behind me in the mirror. "Are you kidding? If you look anything less than perfect now, then all of the other girls look like hippogriffs".
I smiled at both his compliment and his joke, making eye contact with him in the mirror.
"I'm serious," He said with a more firm expression.
"Okay, okay," I said with a smile and turned around to walk out the door.
I felt Fred link his arm with mine, something that we seemed to be doing a lot, and he said, "C'mon beautiful".