A week had passed since we resumed our year at Hogwarts, and it was surprising how quickly we all got back into our routine. We started our classes again, did our homework after school, ate dinner and went to bed. Sometimes I would hang out with Ginny and Hermione after dinner and other times I would head to Fred and George's room. Even with all of the added school work, it was great to be back.

It was Saturday morning and we were about to head down to breakfast, and I was anxious because the twins told me that we were going on a date after we ate. I had thrown on some big jeans, a turtleneck and a sweater, seeing as it was pretty cold outside, and I hoped that that would suit whatever we were doing.

"Ready?" Hermione asked me at the door.

I took a deep breath and nodded, looking in the mirror one last time to make sure that my mascara hadn't smudged and that my hair still looked good. It was not only my first date with Fred and George, it was also my first date ever. I couldn't help but be a bit nervous.

We walked down to the dining hall, the longer weekend breakfast already having started, and I grabbed a cup of coffee before following the girls to sit down next to our friends.

"Morning!" Harry said cheerily to us, but only looking at Ginny.

"Morning," Ginny said with a blush.

I had forgotten about Harry's plans to give Ginny her gift and hopefully tell her his feelings on Christmas (I had gotten a bit distracted with the twins), so I reminded myself to ask her about it later. Judging by the way they were looking at each other, I assumed something must have happened.

"Hey," I said while sitting down in front of the twins. They were sitting down a little further down the long table from the others, so we had a bit of distance between us and our friends.

"Good morning," George said cheerily.

"Soooo, what are we doing today?" I asked before taking a sip of my coffee.

"It's a surprise," Fred said with a teasing smile.

"C'mon, don't do that," I said. "At least tell me if I need to go change?".

George shook his head with an amused smile. "You look perfect, princess".

I felt myself blush at the name that he used so close to our friends, and I looked over to the others to make sure that no one had heard. Luckily, they all seemed to be engrossed in a debate about the cards that come with chocolate frogs.

"So are we just leaving from here?" I asked.

They both nodded and continued to eat their pancakes.

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"You better not be giving me another quidditch lesson again," I said to them with a warning look as we seemed to be walking to the quidditch field. "I know how to fly now, we don't need more lessons".

Fred wrapped his arm around my neck as we kept walking and shook his head with an amused smile. "We know you know how to fly, sweetheart".

I could practically feel my heart swell at the pet name, and I looked down at the grass to hide my smile from him.

"We're just using those skills now," George said mysteriously.

"George! Don't spoil it," Fred said with a huff, removing his arm from my shoulders and crossing his arms instead.

"We're practically there, Fred. Don't get your knickers in a twist," George said. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand in an attempt to hide the giggle that I couldn't help escape from my mouth.

Fred looked absolutely furious at his brother and looked like he was about to lunge at him, leading me to take a step back, but George was too fast for his twin and already took off, running the rest of the way to the field.

"You absolute git!" Fred yelled at him.

I could tell that he was about to run after him, but I placed a calming hand on his arm. He looked down at my amused expression and let out a huff before grabbing my hand in his and leading us the rest of the way to where George already was.

His large hand practically engulfed mine, and I was quite surprised at how much I liked the feeling of my hand in his. His long, muscular fingers wrapped around my own, his skin much dryer and more caloused than mine, but still somehow soft in a way. His thumb softly traced a pattern on the back of my hand in a seemingly mindless way, and I looked up to see that he was looking out at the beautiful day in front of us, lost in a thought. I smiled up at him and then turned back down to watch my feet create marks in the frosted grass, basking in the comfortable silence of the winter day.

We made our way to George, who had just exited the shed that sat in the corner of the field. He had our usual brooms in his hand as he walked over to us.

"So we are flying?" I asked.

George rolled his eyes with a smile. "Yes, but we're actually flying somewhere today now that you can".

"Oooh, where?" I asked excitedly.

"Wherever you want really, just all around the lake and stuff. Fred and I used to do it all the time, it's really pretty," George said with a smile as I took my broom from his hand.

"We're technically not supposed to fly past the grounds, but when have we ever been rule followers?" Fred said cheekily.

I giggled. "Just lead the way".

I had gotten a little nervous with how high up and how fast we were flying, but any ounce of fear that I had left my body when I saw the view. I was looking at the same view that I had seen a few times already that year, the beautiful lake right outside of Hogwarts surrounded by rolling hills, except this time we were going to fly over it.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Fred asked as he flew at my pace beside me.

I nodded with wide eyes as I took in the scene before me. I was pretty sure that this was the same place that Harry had flown with Buckbeak back in our third year, and he had said it was beautiful but I didn't really understand until now. The sparkling blue water laid untouched beneath the hills, and it almost seemed too peaceful to be witnessing.

"Let's go down to the water!" George yelled from in front of us. He dove down and plummeted towards the water, and I almost screamed at him that he was going to fly into it and drown, but at the last moment he picked up the nose of his broom and barely skimmed the water with the tips of his shoes.

"C'mon," Fred said to me and dove down as well. I took a deep breath and followed him down, just praying that the loch ness monster wasn't secretly lurking in the deep blue water.

When I reached the water, I looked down and could see my reflection, as well as Fred who was still flying close to me.

"Touch it," Fred said.

"What?".

"Touch the water". He bent his hand down and grazed the surface of the water with the tips of his fingers.

I reached down and did the same, and because of the fast speed that we were moving it almost felt like the water was a solid object and that my fingers were just gliding across the top, not actually breaking the surface of it at all.

I reached my hand back up and smiled at him, and then leaned forward on my broom and sped past him to his brother. He quickly chased after me, obviously catching up easily, and we flew around the lake and through the hills, laughing the whole way.

~~~~~~~~~

I wasn't sure how long we spent out there, whizzing around on our brooms and chasing each other, but we eventually made our way back to the school.

"That was really fun," I said with a wide smile as I stepped off of my broom.

"It's not over yet, Princess," George said and looped an arm over my shoulder.

"No?".

"No. C'mon," he said and they led me past the quidditch field and over to the little beach by the lake; the place where they first told me they liked me. Sitting on the sand was a big picnic blanket, and sitting on there was a wicker picnic basket.

"Aw, you guys," I said, caught by surprise at their sweetness.

"This is a second chance for you to redeem yourself," Fred said. "You were pretty stupid the last time we were here," he said with a snicker, obviously not phased by joking about one of the saddest days of my life.

"Fred you idiot". I grabbed my wand out of my back pocket. "I'm going to hex the-"

Before I could finish my sentence or carry through on my threat, he snatched my wand out of my hand and ran away with it.

"Fred!" I shrieked and ran out of him.

"Come get it!".

I cursed him and tried to speed up, but he was running at an impossibly fast pace and was making little teasing turns, just taunting me with my wand.

I started to get out of breath but continued to chase him, wanting to best him at this one thing for once. I had to slow down though when I started to get light headed, and I slowly came to a stop, panting and trying to focus on the ground that had started to get fuzzy, resembling tv static.

"Y/n?" I heard Fred say through the blur that was my vision.

"I'm-" I started but didn't finish when everything suddenly went black.

The next thing I knew, I was slowly opening my eyes and looking up at the sky. I couldn't see many of the clouds however, for Fred and Georges worried faces blocked most of it.

"What happened?" I asked groggily as I brought my hand up to wipe my eyes in hopes to get rid of the blur.

"You passed out," George said.

"Here, let's go get you some food and water," Fred said and looped his arm underneath me to effortlessly lift me up.

"You guys, I'm fine. Really," I assured them as they walked me over to the picnic blanket.

"Shh, just sit down," George said and helped me down to the blanket.

They both sat down in front of me and George handed me a bottle of water to drink out of while Fred rummaged through the basket for some food.

I took a few sips of the water, and Fred handed me a half of a sandwich. I didn't really feel like eating it and was about to say something, but the look that Fred gave me made me grab it and take a few small bites out of it.

"Does that happen often?" George asked me once I swallowed.

"I mean, it's happened a few times. It hasn't for a while though".

"When's the last time that you ate?" Fred asked me.

"Umm, dinner last night?" I said sheepishly.

"That doesn't count. You barely ate anything," Fred said dismissively.

"Why are you watching what I eat?" I asked, feeling the defensiveness that always made itself present whenever someone commented on my eating habits slowly rise.

"Because of this!" he said.

He had a point, so I just looked guiltily down to my sandwich and took another small bite.

"Why weren't you eating anything?" George asked.

I sighed. "I dunno, I ate a lot over Christmas break so i've just been trying to cut back a bit lately, that's all".

Fred let out a defeated breath. "Listen, Y/n. We didn't say anything before because we felt like it wasn't our place, but now that we're actually allowed to care about you we need to talk about this".

"About what?" I asked, my defensiveness still intact. Whenever someone brought up anything eating related, I normally just acted clueless. Neither of them seemed to be fooled though.

"You know what. We need to talk about how little you eat, we're really worried," George said with a soft voice and brought his hand up to supportingly brush my cheek.

I let out a defeated sigh. I knew that I needed to talk to them about it, and deep down, I knew I needed to face the problem itself. I flopped back on my back on the blanket and brought my hands up to rub over my face.

"I know, I know," I said.

They both moved on either sides of me and laid down as well, leaving me sandwiched between them in an oddly comforting way. They were both looking up at the clouds like I was, and I knew that I would be able to talk to them easier if I wasn't actually looking at them. I didn't really know why, it was just always easier for me to talk to people through the phone or in the dark.

"Can you just tell us why?" George finally asked.

"I mean, I used to be kind of chubby when I was younger and then I lost weight, and I guess i've just always been really afraid that I would gain it back. People didn't treat me the same before. And my mom was always making these comments about my body, so I guess it's just always been a habit," I said. I hadn't really talked to anyone about that, so it felt nice to get off my chest.

"Y/n," Fred said and I saw him turn his head to look at me, so I turned mine to look at him. "You are perfect, do you hear me? Perfect. And even if anything changed, you would be just as perfect".

My lips turned up in a sheepish smile and I felt a faint blush rise to my cheeks, and I leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. George, on the other side of me, grabbed my hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a kiss, wordlessly telling me the same thing.

"We care about you too much to not try and help this," Fred said.

"You guys are sweet," I said and looked back up to the sky. "But if I'm going to try to get better, it's not going to be easy. It's been like this for a long time".

I was actually really surprised that I was admitting that I had a problem, but I just felt so safe with them.

"We know," George said. "We just want to help".

I sighed. "I don't really know how to do that".

They didn't say anything, and we all thought about it for a moment.

"How come you could eat when you ate in our room with us?" George asked after a moment.

"Hmm," I said, actually thinking about why that was. "I guess it was because I wasn't around a whole bunch of people but I also wasn't alone. I don't like eating around a bunch of people because I feel like people are watching me, but when I'm alone it's like what I'm eating is all I can think about. It's weird".

"Okay, we can work with that," Fred said determidly. "How about the three of us just eat in our room?".

"We can't. That's not allowed, and I also don't want to just ditch Hermione and Ginny everyday," I said.

"Hmm," Fred said and thought for another moment. "How about just lunch? Some kids study during lunch anyways, so it's not like we'll get in trouble for being gone".

"And then during dinner you can work on eating in front of everyone. That way we know that you're at least getting one full meal in a day. Which is a start," George added in.

"I mean, I guess that would work. I wouldn't eat breakfast normally because I'm never actually hungry that early in the morning, so that will just be the same," I said, really thinking about if it would be better for me to eat with the twins in their room. I knew that it would, because I just felt so safe with them and I knew that they wouldn't judge me.

"Okay, great," Fred said with a victorious smile.

I sat up from my spot on the blanket and they soon followed me.

"Thank you guys for being so understanding," I said, turning to look at both of them.

"Of course," George said and leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips.

When I pulled away from him, Fred grasped my chin and did the same, saying "me too," right before. I rolled my eyes at him after the kiss, amused at the fact that everything had to be fair between the two boys.

"Um, we had planned to ask anyway, but now it um, almost seems better. So um, George you ask," Fred said. I furrowed my brows and looked at George, wondering why Fred seemed so nervous all of a sudden.

George rolled his eyes at his brother but soon looked a little sheepish as well. "Y/n, will you be our girlfriend?".

A large smile took over my face and I felt myself nod without a second thought. "Of course".

George pulled me into a long kiss that I could feel him smile through, and his brother soon did the same.

George then pulled out all of the food from the picnic basket and poured us little glasses of champagne. I didn't care to ask how he had gotten it.

We talked, laughed, and teased; all while I just happily basked in the beautiful day as I enjoyed a picnic with my new boyfriends.