They both nodded and walked out the back door of the house, and I followed behind them until we reached a big tree whose long branches sheltered us from the little drizzle that had started to fall from the sky. It was also a little while away from the house, so no one could see us from inside. Fred leant up against the tree and George stood with his arms crossed, waiting for me to speak. Neither of them looked mad in any way, it was just obvious that they had been waiting for this conversation and looked a bit impatient.

"Listen guys," I started and could feel myself begin to ramble. "I'm so sorry I left in the morning, I didn't really know what I wanted to say and I needed to get back to my room because we needed to leave, and I just wanted to get out of there before all of the people-" I stopped myself mid-sentence because I was just making up excuses. "Whatever, it doesn't matter why, I shouldn't have just left like that and i'm really sorry".

They were both still looking at me with unreadable faces which made me nervous, so I looked down at my hands and continued.

"Also, I'm sorry I just came to you guys like that, I um, that night I sort of realized my uh, feelings, and just didn't want to wait until after we came back from here to tell you guys, and I guess that was how I decided to express my feelings".

I could tell that one of them was about to speak, but I continued on anyway because I needed to say one more thing.

"Also I don't want you guys to think that this was like a one time thing," I said quickly, realizing that I should have probably told them that much earlier. I hadn't really made that the most obvious the past few days. "Unless you guys want it to be," I said quietly.

Fred stepped in front of me, softly grasped my chin and lifted my face up to look at his.

"Hey," he said calmly, reassuring the anxious look that had taken over my face at the thought that they could have not wanted more. "Neither of us wanted it to be a one night thing. I mean, merlin, how could we?" he asked with a sweet smile.

"Really?" I asked in confirmation. They both nodded. "Even after I was being stupid last week?" I asked, stupid being the only way I could describe how I had acted.

"Even after you were being stupid last week," he confirmed, releasing my chin from his hand.

"I mean we knew that you probably weren't going to jump into our arms right away, we kind of sprung that on you. And it's a big deal, the two of us," George said from where he was standing next to Fred in front of me.

"I had a feeling that you'd come around though," Fred said teasingly.

I smacked him on the arm. "You didn't know. That was an impulse decision and completely my choice in the moment. I didn't like you guys before".

Fred leant down and kissed me on the forehead before saying, "Okay, princess".

I glared up at him as he pulled away, but the two of them just chuckled and we fell into a comfortable silence, looking out at the house in the rain from our shelter underneath the tree.

"So uh," George said, breaking the silence. "What's going on with you and Harry?".

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing. We talked after the dance and I told him that I had feelings for someone else".

"You do, do you?" Fred asked while bumping me on the shoulder.

"But like," George continued. "You guys just seem awfully close. Maybe you told him that you don't have feelings for him, but what about him? He obviously still does".

"He doesn't," I said finally, trying to end the conversation.

"But what have you guys been whispering about these past couple of days?" Fred asked.

"I can't tell you," I said. "But I swear there's nothing going on".

"But-" Fred started again.

"Fred," I groaned. "Please just trust me, okay? I like both of you guys, not him".

"Wait so you actually like us? Like, like like us?" George asked me.

I rolled my eyes but felt a slight blush fill my cheeks at having to talk about my feelings. "I thought that was obvious".

"Awww," Fred cood and threw his arm around my shoulders. "I like you too, princess," he said with a big smile and pecked a big kiss on my cheek.

"We like you too," George corrected and bent down to kiss me on my other cheek.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later on, we were all sitting in a half circle, the crackling fireplace sitting in the middle of us, and were talking about random things as Molly made dinner.

I couldn't help but continue to make eye contact with Fred and George from across our small circle as we all talked, and it seemed that they were having the same problem as well.

After having confirmed the fact that we had I had feelings for them and vice versa, it was hard to be in a place where I couldn't act that way with them. I wanted to go sit in between them next to the fire and lean my head on one of their shoulders; I could just imagine the feeling of Georges sweater on my cheek and how I would both hear the sound of the spark-producing fire as well as his soft voice so close to my ears. I smiled at the domestic thought and continued to picture other new things that I could do with the two that we hadn't done as friends.

I heard Hermione clear her throat from next to me, and I looked over to see her giving me an unimpressed look. I pretended to not understand what she was thinking and gave her a confused look before looking away, except this time at Ron to listen to him speak instead of at Fred and George.

After a little while longer, Molly called us to dinner and we all ate another wonderful and loud meal. This time I was giving Fred and George fond looks every once and a while instead of avoiding their gazes.

After we finished eating, everyone kind of started to do their own thing. Hermione was reading a book, Harry and Ron were playing a game of wizard chess which had a very unbalanced skill level between the characters, and Ginny and I were both drinking tea on one of the couches.

"Hey," George said, coming up to stand beside where I was sitting. "Do you want to go play cards with Fred and me?".

I looked around the room to see that everyone else was occupied and nodded before setting down my cup of tea on the coffee table. He smiled and began to lead me to where Fred was standing at the bottom of the stairs, and we all walked upstairs and to what I assumed to be their room.

"We better actually be playing cards in here," I said sternly as I walked into the room that was covered in quidditch themed decor.

"We are, don't worry," George said dismissively.

We sat down in a little triangle on the ground in the middle of their room and Fred pulled out the cards from an old deck that he had grabbed from a cabinet on the walk to their room. They looked as if they had used to be made of bright colors but were now faded and rounded on the corners after many years of use. Instead of the typical hearts, diamonds, clubs and spades, the cards were made up of wands, witches hats, brooms and owls.

I let out a little chuckle as Fred started dealing the cards and he gave me a confused look, asking about what I was laughing at.

"I like the cards, they're cute," I said teasingly.

"Oh, shove off," he said and continued dealing in order. "They're all we had".

I let out another chuckle and picked up my cards once he had finished dealing.

"Let's see. How about..." Fred started saying, looking as if he was thinking hard about something before 'happening upon it'. "Winner gets head".

"What?" I asked exasperatedly. "No. You're entire family is here".

"So? I know how to cast a silencing charm," George added in, apparently very on board with this idea.

"No. We came in here to play cards, and that is all we're doing," I said finally.

"Oh, come on," Fred said, scooching so that he was now sitting directly next to me. He brought his mouth down to the side of my neck and placed a soft kiss on it before moving his mouth to my ear. "You're telling me you don't want to know what one of our tongues feels like? Or our fingers?" he asked softly, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I felt George come up to my other side. "I promise you won't be disappointed. We both take your pleasure very seriously," he said into my ear just as his brother had done.

A million dirty thoughts raced to my mind and I had become flustered, blushing and feeling my breaths become a little heavier.

I cleared my throat and said, "Okay, fine". The rational part of me had left my brain, the other part that craved what they were offering taking over.

They both smirked and moved back over to their previous seats, the confident look resuming on their faces as they started to look over their cards. I vowed to try my very hardest to win, the idea of the prize taunting me as we began.

We were playing the game that they had taught me back at Hogwarts, and it really was the same as crazy eights or uno, something that I had told the twins before to only be returned with confused looks. The only difference was the addition of magic and a few extra rules, mostly about ways to discard more than one card or how different cards worked.

Once we started playing, I started to get a bit nervous. I had forgotten about how if they actually tried, one of them usually won the game. I was also still a little flustered from the dirty words that they had been whispering, and I just had a feeling that I wasn't going to do so good at this game.

They both didn't look to be nervous in the slightest as they set down card after card, the cards left in their hand quickly diminishing.

It almost looked as if they were only playing against each other, not against me. It seemed like they knew that they would beat me but were really trying to beat the other. They kept sending each other glares and were constantly setting down cards that sabotaged the other, all while I just tried to keep up with them.

"Fuck," I cursed as I continued to pick up card after card from the deck, just waiting for a wand card to pop up.

George let out a snort at my very full hand of cards, and I just glared at him and threw a card down once a wand had finally surfaced from the deck.

"I can't believe I agreed to this," I muttered as I looked at the contrast between the two boys that were each down to three cards and my hand that contained more cards that I could count.

"I can't either," Fred said with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes and watched as they both picked up one card and threw that card down, both still having three cards left.

I picked up another few cards, none of them helping me, and then threw all of my cards down.

"I give up," I said disheartedly. "You guys win, just play to figure out who".

They both smirked and continued to play, still very much tied with the lead.

Fred threw down a 5 of wands, George a 7 of wands, Fred picked up a card and then threw it down, a 7 of hats, George picked one up and threw it down, a 10 of hats, and so on.

They continued playing neck and neck and were each down to one card and Fred reached over and picked up a card, a wide smile taking over his face and throwing down a draw four.

George groaned as four cards magically flew to his hand and he put down a card, Fred then throwing down his final one.

"I win," Fred said cockily to George.

He then turned to me with a predatory grin, and I felt my eyes widen and I began to scoot back away from him a bit.

"Y/n," He started but was cut off by a knock on the door.

The door opened and Ginny popped her head in. "Y/n, are you ready for bed?".

I let out a breath of relief and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be in in a sec".

"Okay good, I want to talk to you and 'Mione about something," she said with a smile and shut the door.

I turned back around to see a very grumpy Fred and George looking smugly at him.

"Fucking cockblock," Fred muttered.

I laughed and crawled over to where he was sitting cross-legged on the ground and gave him a short but firm kiss.

"I owe you one," I said with a smile, our faces only centimeters apart.

I then stood up and started to make my way to the door.

"You do. Soon!" Fred said, still sitting on the ground.

I let out a giggle and opened the door.

"Goodnight," I said as I left.

"Night," they both responded simultaneously.