3 Years Later

It was the summer before your fourth year, and you sat at the Weasleys', chatting with Hermione and Ginny upstairs. A lot had happened in your first three years, and sometimes you couldn't believe all that had changed for you.

You had made long-lasting friendships with your fellow Hufflepuffs, and you now considered Susan and Cedric to be some of your closest friends. You had been so proud of Cedric for getting the role of prefect last year. He had been desperately wanting it, and you were so proud of how hard he worked to prove himself for the position.

You had found family in Harry, the two of you learning that you were twins who were separated after everything You-Know-Who did. No one knows how the both of you survived, but his scar and your lack thereof was something that many people constantly whispered about.

Harry was called The Boy Who Lived, but you were called The Girl Who Hid. That was what everyone seemed to believe. That you were a coward who just hid when You-Know-Who came for Harry, the chosen one. You guessed people forgot that you were just an infant too.

Despite the struggles and attention that came with being a Potter, you found family in the Weasleys' and Hermione through Harry. You were dragged on all of their adventures with the trio, just nearly escaping death each time. Even though you hated the danger the four of you faced, you never wanted your friends to face their battles without you. You knew you would never be able to live with yourself if you didn't go with and something were to happen to them. So every time they came up with a terribly dangerous plan, you sighed and chased them into the face of danger.

People liked to whisper about that too, saying that you were really supposed to be a Gryffindor, not a Hufflepuff. People always believe that they know more than they do. You didn't run into danger because you were not afraid of death; you ran into it because you were afraid that your friends could die if you didn't.

Besides, no one ever said that a Hufflepuff couldn't be tough too.

June had grown distant. You spoke sometimes, but she mostly socialized within her own house, creating her own friendships there. You didn't really mind, knowing you were doing the same, and you enjoyed the conversations you were able to have with her.

You sat with the girls as you pondered all of this. When Molly called for Ginny to come downstairs quickly, you and Hermione stayed put on your beds. Ginny grumbled her entire way out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Once she left the room, Hermione flopped back on her bed and sighed, "I cannot believe how quickly the summer is drawing to a close."

You flopped back on the bed as well and huffed, "Part of me is glad to get back, but I also know that every year feels harder than the one before it."

Hermione hummed in agreement. You began talking with her about your upcoming classes, and which ones were likely to be your favorite when the door flew open roughly. You sat up on your elbows to see who your intruder was, unsurprised to see it was the twins. You plopped onto your back once more and chuckled.

Fred quipped, "Why did you stop talking when we came in?"

Leaning against the door frame, George cheekily finished, "Were you talking about us?"

You pretended to gag at their suggestion while Hermione just stared at them with a disappointed shake of her head. "You two are impossible," She sighed.

Fred rolled his eyes and teased, "Oh, don't pretend, ladies. It's clear you fancy us, and we understand why."

George added, "I mean, have you seen us?"

You rolled your eyes, but it didn't get past George. He came over and leaned in close to your ear, taunting, "What was that, Potter? It looked like you were checking me out."

You sat up to create distance between the two of you and retorted, "I wouldn't do that if you paid me a million galleons!" You stuck your tongue out at the red-haired fool.

George grabbed his heart in fake hurt before you saw a twinkle in his eyes. Before you could jump up and get away from his antics, he grabbed onto your waist and threw you over his shoulder. Fred cheered, "Yeaaaaaah! I'll get 'Mione!"

Hermione threatened, "If you so much as take another step towards me-"

George whipped around with you on his shoulder and cheekily retorted, "You'll what?"

She crossed her arms and jutted her chin up as she declared, "I'll yell for your mother. Do you think she'll be pleased that you two are harassing us?"

Feigning fear, Fred chuckled, "Oh no! Don't tell my mum!"

Hermione stood with crossed arms and brushed past Fred and George to head downstairs. Fred and George looked at each other and shrugged. You grunted, "Seriously, put me down, Weasley."

He shook his head and laughed while he carried you downstairs. When he set you down in the empty hallway, you crossed your arms and refused to look at him. He chuckled and leaned forward until you had to back up against the wall to get any amount of space. With a cheeky grin, he murmured in your ear, "You're cute when you're mad, Potter."

You shoved him away just in time as Fred sauntered into the hallway. He had a knowing smirk on his face as he commented, "Hm, is that a blush on your cheeks that I see, Y/N?"

You rolled your eyes at the troublesome twins and hurried into the living room where everyone else was discussing their plans for watching the Quidditch World Cup Final later that day. You slid in next to Harry who gave you a curious glance after looking at your still red cheeks. You just ignored him and tried to listen to the plans for the day.

You tried not to think about what George just did because you knew it didn't mean anything. He's just a flirt who likes to mess with everyone. Both him and Fred were that way, and that's just something that you've been aware of since you've known them.

-

The group of them had arrived at the Quidditch World Cup and were trying to find their seats when they ran into the Malfoys. They had been climbing to get to their seats for a moment at this point, and Ron had just whined, "Blimey, Dad, how far up are we?"

The Malfoys were below them and both smugly smiling up at their group. Lucius Malfoy sneered, "Well put it this way, if it rains...you'll be the first to know." He and Draco wore smug smiles as they looked at the group of them, and you felt your irritation rising at the embarrassment Arthur seemed to be feeling.

Draco taunted, "Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself."

Lucius shot a harsh glance at Draco who seemed to generally cower at his father's expression. Lucius snarled, "Don't boast, Draco. There's no need with these people." 

You bit back the nasty remarks that were swirling around inside your head. Merlin, you couldn't believe this was how a grown man acted. No wonder Draco was so terrible to you lot all the time.

The group of you found your seats shortly after that, and you snuggled into a seat between George and Harry. Fred and George both had painted the Irish colors across their cheeks, and you were glad you had mostly avoided their antics with the paint. You only a had a little stripe of green paint on your left cheek when George had chased you around the tent and tried to make you declare your love for Ireland. He had managed to catch you and rub some green paint onto your cheek, but you still wouldn't say that Ireland would win. You truly didn't care much for which team would win, but you had great fun in messing with Fred and George since they were so adamant that Ireland was the best team.

Now, as you waited for the action to start, George called over the chaos, "Y/N! Want to make a bet?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Come on, Potter! You haven't heard my conditions yet. I bet you'll like them," He teased with wiggled eyebrows. 

Your cheeks turned red at what you figured he was insinuating. Fred noticed the encounter and barked out a laugh, "If Ireland wins, you have to give Georgie a kiss, Y/N!" 

George winked at you while you frantically shook your head. You screamed over the howling of the fans, "I am not agreeing to that!"

Harry leaned around you to glare at Fred and George. He quipped, "Hey, leave her alone, you two. The game is about to start, and you're being stupid." 

As if on cue, Ireland's team flew into the stadium over our heads. You all cheered when they entered, and you jumped up and down in your excitement. While you were still feeling captivated by Ireland's team, Bulgaria's flew in. You cheered extra loud for them, squealing when George retaliated by tickling your sides for that. 

You bumped into Harry during your squirming, which made him fiercely glare at George. The redhaired boy was not phased by Harry's sour look and just broadly smiled at Harry. 

The game was incredibly exciting, even if Bulgaria was losing, leading to Fred and George constantly harassing you about the kiss you would owe him soon. You just kept rolling your eyes and hoped that your pink cheeks didn't give you away. You would just blame it on the excitement if they dared question you about it. 

When Ireland officially won, you had sprinted away from the twins and shoved Harry towards them. You glanced over your shoulder, feeling glad you had run away after seeing the mischievous glint in both boys' eyes. You sprinted and landed in the seat next to Cedric with  loud giggles. When George and Fred started to make their way closer to you, you tugged Cedric in front of you and squealed, "Ah! Protect me, Diggory!" 

Cedric just widened his eyes and hissed, "Y/N! What did you do?"

"Nothing! I didn't agree to their bet!"

Fred and George started to laugh when they heard your nervous giggling. Fred and George stopped when Arthur gave them a look, but they both narrowed their eyes at you, and you knew it wasn't over from that one look.  

-

Later that day, you were sitting under the tent after the quidditch game. Ron was going on about how amazing Krum was while the twins were moving around him, making hilarious noises and singing a mocking song about the seeker. 

As they sang their song, you were laughing at them, but George noticed. He pulled you off your stool and tugged you closer, spinning you around for the end of the song. Your delighted giggles added to the chaos in the tent as you beamed up at George. 

You were still laughing with everyone when you heard yelling and general chaos outside.

You stiffened, feeling uneasy, but George joked, "It sounds like the Irish have got their pride on."

Mr. Weasley came running under the tent and yelled, "Stop! Stop it! It's not the Irish. You've all got to get out of here now!"

All of you scrambled to your feet and ran from the tent. You latched onto Hermione with Ron and Harry right behind you. The twins grabbed Ginny and all of you ran towards the Portkey, holding onto one another, knowing that your lives depended on it. Your hands shook violently, but you never let go of your grip on your brother's sleeve, not wanting to lose him in the chaos.

//AN: Hello! This was edited after the story was completed. Some scenes were added in the middle. I hope you enjoy!

-Lizz//