Chapter 26

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I was in trouble.

The moment I woke up, the only thing that I could think about was my dream from the night before. Thoughts of two pairs of hands doing some not very innocent things would not stop flooding through my mind, and a blush had formed on my face as I continued to think about exactly what those hands could do.

No matter how much I tried to rationalize with myself and convince myself otherwise, I wasn't completely stupid and knew that I was realizing my feelings for Fred and George. Or at least my attraction towards them.

I guess I had always shot the idea down the second it crossed my mind because we had been friends for so long, but there was no avoiding the truth now.

It was as if I had seen a trailer for what could have been last night, if only I hadn't have been so stupid. It was like my dreams were taunting me, just showing me what I was offered but refused.

The worst part was, I was realizing all of this the day of the ball and the day before we left to go on break with their family. A small house filled with twelve people wasn't exactly the best place to have private time with the two to share my feelings. I cursed myself for being dumb enough to not actually let myself think about them in that way until now, and I cursed myself even more for turning them down when they were right in front of me, telling me that they had feelings for me.

I couldn't worry about all that at the moment though, not when we had loads of packing to do and a dance that night. I would just have to push these thoughts away until it was convenient to face them.



My plan of pushing my thoughts away did not work once we arrived at breakfast.

Hermione and Ginny and I sat down in the only open spot at the table, which was conveniently right in front of Fred and George, both of them with messy heads of hair that made it look as if they had just rolled out of bed - which was probably just what happened. I had tried to just focus on the mug of coffee in my hands, but it was impossible with the two boys seated right in front of me. I was seeing them in a whole new light, and damn, was there a lot to see.

I couldn't help my eyes from wandering over to Fred's godly hands as he cut his sausage. His long, slender fingers wrapped around his knife, the veins in his hand more obvious as he sawed back and forth. He was wearing a silver ring on one of his thumbs, and I had to stop myself from biting my lip at the sight.

I couldn't help but stare at the top of Georges chest that was peeking out of the top of his shirt. I could barely see one of his collarbones and the very top of the outline of one of his pecs, but the teasing thought of knowing what lies underneath was what wouldn't let me take my eyes away.

Hermiome had kicked my foot underneath the table one time after I had been drooling particularly hard, and even though I was completely embarrassed to be caught staring, I was glad that she had stopped me. Merlin knows how humiliating it would have been if one of them had noticed.

I eventually made it through breakfast, mostly keeping my eyes to myself, and Hermione and Ginny and I all made our way back up to our room. Harry, Ron and Oliver had all apparently spoken and made plans, and we were informed at breakfast that the three of them were going to come pick us up for the dance at our room later that night.

We had the rest of the day to pack up our bags with whatever we needed for our trip to the burrow and to get ready for the dance.


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"Do I need to bring anything fancy?" I asked Ginny while rummaging through our closet.

"No, I don't think so. We usually don't go out anywhere, other than just like some shopping or something," Ginny replied, hunched over her own bag and shoving things in.

I nodded and sighed, putting my hands on my hips and looking over my clothes. I had brought a few jeans, leggings, sweatpants and pajama pants, as well as some t-shirts, sweaters and a few nice shirts. I also threw in a little dress just in case I needed it, as well as a rain jacket. I was pretty sure that I had an outfit for every possible occasion, but I still worried that I would forget something.

"Stop stressing," Ginny said from the doorway of the closet, reading my thoughts. "We're not going to be doing much while we're there, just bring what you usually wear. If you forget something, you can always borrow some of my clothes".

"I know, I know, I think I have everything," I said before looking over my clothes in the closet one final time. She nodded and left, but right before I followed her out I grabbed George's sweater and threw it into my bag. Just in case I needed it.

"Okay, are you guys all packed?" Hermione asked in front of her open bag, all of the clothes folded and organized nicely inside.

"I think so," I said while zipping up my duffel bag. "I just need to get like toiletries and stuff, but I can just do that tomorrow".

"Okay, let's go grab lunch and then we can start getting ready for the dance!" Ginny squealed.

"Gin, we don't need to start getting ready right after lunch, it's not until after dinner," I said while shaking my head.

"I know, but we can at least start thinking about getting ready," She said, causing Hermione and I to roll our eyes. "What? I'm excited".



After lunch, Ginny did in fact start thinking about getting ready. She went on and on about how each of us should do our hair and what the after party was going to be like, it actually made me really happy to see how truly excited she was.

I ended up convincing Ginny to shut up, at least until dinner time, and I worked on crocheting some of my christmas presents until then.

No matter how hard I tried to get my mind off of them, my thoughts kept going back to the twins with every stitch that I made. There were some truly sinful thoughts running through my mind that stemmed from my dream, but there were also some more innocent ones.

I couldn't stop thinking about both of their laughs, how magical it sounded and how it always managed to bring a smile to my face. I couldn't get what they looked like when they woke up in the morning out of my mind, all groggy and somewhat confused, as well as how both of them always scratched the back of their left ear when they were stressed. I couldn't stop thinking about how much they cared for every single person that they met, no matter who the person was. I couldn't stop thinking about how they made every single situation fun, and just couldn't stop thinking about how I always felt when I was with them.

All of this had been in front of me this entire time, and yet I hadn't seen it. I knew that I had been a complete fool and I hated myself for it, but all that I could do was focus on the present and hope that I could somehow make up for my past idiocy.



The three of us quickly ate dinner and then left early, at Ginny's insistence, so that we would have plenty of time to get ready. I didn't have much to do, I just needed to put on my dress, do my hair and put on a little bit of makeup, but I was happy to help Ginny get ready.

It was 6:30 when we got back up to our room and the dance started at 8:00, so we had plenty of time.

Hermione had gotten out her record player and put on a record from a muggle artist, and we all started to sing and dance along while getting our stuff ready for the ball. We jumped and danced on the beds and used hair brushes as microphones, looking straight out of a muggle movie. We were all happy to have finished tests and relieved to not have any homework for a few weeks, and we were all filled with excitement for that night as well as the next weeks.

We wasted quite a bit of time dancing, and by the time we realised that we should have probably started getting ready, we had 45 minutes until the ball.

"Shit, we have to get ready," Ginny said while running into the closet to grab her dress that was hung up on a rack next to Hermione's and mine. Hermione and I chuckled while watching her run into the bathroom to put it on.

When she came out of the bathroom, I was yet again in shock at how beautiful she looked in the dress.

"Oh, Gin, you look so pretty," I said.

"I know, I know, just wait until I do my hair and makeup," she said confidently.

I smiled and walked into the closet to grab my dress before bringing it into the bathroom.

I stripped of all of my clothes except for my underwear and then stepped into my dress, carefully bringing the straps over my shoulders and zipping it up. I looked in the mirror and smoothed the dress down with my hands, but that wasn't even needed because there wasn't a single wrinkle on the dress. I assumed that Anne had used an anti-wrinkle charm, because there was no way that a normal dress could look this flawless.

"Y/n, god, you look so pretty," Hermione said once I walked out of the bathroom. Ginny nodded in agreement.

"Thank you," I said with a dramatic flip of my hair. "Now 'Mione go get ready and then we can all do our hair in the bathroom. Oh, and will one of you paint my nails?".

"Of course, I'll go put my dress on now," Hermoine said, getting up and going into the closet to grab hers.



After all of us were dressed, we went into the bathroom and started to work on our hair. There was a lot of 'I was thinking like this?' and trying out different styles.

I ended up just curling the ends of my hair a bit, making two braids in the front of my hair and pulling them back to tie together in the back of my head. Hermione was helping Ginny make a complicated looking low bun, and Hermione wore her own hair down in elegant curls.

We also all did pretty simple makeup and put on a few pieces of jewelry, and once we were done we had just enough time for Hermione to paint my nails a dark shade of green to match my dress.



A knock sounded on the door right as Hermione was finishing up my nails. It was right before 8:00, so we should have expected that the boys would be here, but none of us had our shoes on yet.

I quickly got up and got one black heel on and hobbled over to the door, trying to slip my other one one, still being mindful of my wet nails.

"Hey," I said, opening the door to see Harry with Ron and Oliver behind him. "We're ready, just getting our shoes on". I bent down and zipped up my other heel then stood up and smoothed down my dress, looking down and making sure that nothing needed to be adjusted.

"You look- um- wow," Harry said, eyeing me up and down. It wasn't in a creepy way, more just appreciative.

"Thanks! You look good too," I said with a smile. He was wearing a pair of black and white dress robes and he had done his hair a different way. He did look really cute.

"Gin! 'Mione!" I yelled into the room.

"Coming!" They both yelled back.

Both of them walked out of the room at the same time, eliciting a similar response from both of their dates as I had gotten from Harry, and they thanked them and complimented them back.

"Shall we get going?" I asked. The rest of the group nodded, and we made our way to the ball.

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