Chapter 47

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Over the weekend and throughout the next week, George and I worked very hard to make sure that Fred had plenty of bed rest. It was not an easy task, Fred absolutely hated bed rest and everything that went along with it.

He hated having nothing to do all day, only eating meals in bed, getting double the homework because he wasn't attending his classes.

This did not make him an easy patient. He requested for me to be by his side all day long and sleep in his bed every night (something I was confused why had to do with bed rest), or even spoon feed him his meals because he only had one arm. Both because I sympathized with him and also because I was still just appreciative that he was alive after Friday night, I always indulged him in his stupid 'needs'. It was almost cute how clingy he was.

The healing potions had worked pretty well, and after only a week of wearing his casts Fred was allowed to have a sling on his arm and a walking boot on his foot. He still grumbled about how they 'weren't needed', but I could tell how happy he was to be up and walking again.





The weekend after the final quidditch match was the Saturday that I had gotten us all tickets to the Magpies vs. Harpies game, and Fred and George were practically jumping in their shoes the morning of, Fred in particular. He hadn't been able to leave his bed, let alone the castle, so he was more than excited to go watch his favorite team play. Even more excited to 'rub it in Ginny's face when the Harpies win'.

"Fred, are you sure you're good to walk around all day? I mean, you've been walking to your classes and the dining hall fine, but what if the portkey is a far walk from the arena? Or what if-"

He cut me off with a firm kiss to my lips. When he pulled away he said, "I'm fine, I promise sweetheart," and then gave me a final peck.

I let out a sigh and nodded, hoping that he was telling the truth. I wasn't quite sure how magically healing bones worked, but I was still a little skeptical that he was fine to walk around on it all day after only a week.

"Okay, they're going to meet us down at the main office in ten minutes for the portkey, will you guys be ready by then?" I asked. I had been ready for an hour, too excited for the game to wait. I didn't even really like quidditch, I was just ecstatic to spend the day with all of my friends and my boyfriends. Ginny and Harry were official now as well and Hermione and Ron, and as long as no problems arose from any of the relationships, everything was perfect at the moment. Everyone was happy, no one was falling out of the sky and breaking all of their bones again.

"Yeah, I'm almost done," Fred said as he buckled up his boot.





We left the room to meet up with the others outside of the castle, Hermione already with the portkey in hand, and excitedly traveled to the match. I had never used a portkey before, but it wasn't as scary as I had imagined it to be. It really just felt like I was floating a being stretched out a little before being dropped down onto grass.

Once we arrived, we entered and were led to our seats, having a good twenty minutes until the game was supposed to begin.

"Merlin, Y/n, these seats are amazing," Harry said in awe as we moved to sit down.

"I know, right," I said, having forgotten how much that I had spent on the tickets. We were seated in the front row of seats on the third story, supposedly the spot that would be eye level with most of the action during the game. I had bought us the whole row, which really was only three more seats than we needed, just so that we could spread out and didn't have to sit right next to strangers for the whole game.

My jaw fell as I looked out over the stadium, the circular levels of seating already mostly filled to capacity. I had never seen this many people in one place in my entire life; I was in complete shock as my eyes scanned over all of the tiny people on the other side of the field, most of the fans wearing either green or black. A slight buzz filled the air from everyone in the stadium talking to themselves instead of cheering, but I couldn't make out any particular conversation. It was just a blur of excited voices that were anticipating the start of the game.

We all sat down in our seats before the game started, me sitting in between Fred and George, and talked excitedly as we waited for the teams to finish warming up.

"Look, look, there's Jones!" George said excitedly while pointing to what I guessed was the seeker.

I turned to look between the two of them with a fond smile at how excited they were. They had insisted that they paint their faces for the game, and no matter how much I tried to convince them not to, they had both smeared bright green face paint all over their precious faces. They had convinced me to wear a green sweater instead of my original option of dark purple, but that was the furthest that I was going to go in wearing support for the team.

Even though I didn't love it, their painted faces only added to how excited they looked as they practically bounced in their seats. It really was quite cute.

It wasn't just the twins that were excited though, it seemed that Hermione and I were the only two that were seated normally in our seats instead of on the edges as we all watched the players refine their skills before the game. We shared an amused look with each other at one point as the others practically screamed when it was announced that the game would begin shortly.

"Gin, how are you going to feel when the Magpies lose?" Fred asked once everyone quieted down.

"I don't know cuz' I won't find out," she responded bitterly.

They had been trash talking to each other all day, the twins and Ginny, and it was frankly getting old. None of their insults were any good, they were saying the kind of stuff that I said in fourth grade, but it was still a bit funny to see how worked up they got over their sibling rivalry. Ron had told me a few weeks prior that the competitiveness over the opposite teams had been going on since he could remember and that I would get used to the embarrassing bickering. I wondered when that would be.

They continued to throw insults at one another from opposite sides of the rows of seats until the game finally began. No level of sibling arguments could pull them away from watching the initial toss up.

Once the Harpies took possession of the quaffle and the game truly began, no one in the stands stayed seated. I was surprised how quickly the action-packed game started, the players quickly going from just hovering in the air on their brooms to a blur of green and black as they expertly sped around the field.

We had all moved from standing directly in front of our seats to holding onto the rail that rested on the edge of the cement floor. I was right in choosing tickets on the third level, for all of the players except for the seekers were playing directly at our eye level.

We were all cheering our heads off throughout the game, but that was just what being in a stadium filled with thousands of quidditch fans did to you.

Fred and George would send a quick 'Ha!' to Ginny every time the Harpies either scored a goal, hit a member of the other team or stole the quaffle, and vise versa. Harry and Ron didn't care much for the rivalry between the other siblings, they just cheered as loud as they possibly could for the Harpies, who they supported. Ginny did not seem happy every time that Harry cheered for her enemy team, but Harry just pretended that he didn't see it.

I knew that we were there to watch the quidditch game, but I couldn't keep myself from looking between my friends. Everyone's eyes lit up as they followed the players who traded the different balls between each other, everyone looked completely happy as they watched the game in a trance.

Everyone was seated next to their own person, Hermione with Ron, Ginny with Harry and me with the twins, and I couldn't help the peaceful smile that took over my face as I looked over everyone, no matter how loud the angry fans were all around me. I knew that not all relationships lasted forever and that there were bound to be problems to arise from everyone dating within our friend group, but it was amazing at the moment. I was never one to worry too much about the future. All I worried about in that moment was making sure that the utterly content look on Fred and George's faces stayed there as long as I could help it.

I wasn't sure how long the game continued on for, time went by rather fast while watching the game live, even if I wasn't a huge quidditch fan.

The score was 110-120 in favor of the Magpies; it was obvious that the snitch would be needed to win the game. It seemed that the seekers were hard at work chasing it, but it looked that way for the past ten minutes so we all resumed our attention on the teams below instead of the hunt for the snitch.

Everyone had gotten even louder as they cheered, the nearing end of the game causing even more excitement. I was almost worried for Fred and George as they bent over the railing to get closer to the game, afraid that they would fall off - especially because Fred only had one good hand to grip on with.

The teams continued to each win goals, the point lead being traded off as more and more goals were scored, and it was obvious that everyone kept peeking up to the seekers to see if either one was on the brink of catching the snitch.

They had been flying around up there for a while, seeming to have spotten the golden object every once and awhile, but soon both of the seekers flew synchronously next to each other, a sign that they had found it and would soon hopefully catch it.

"They've got it, they've got it," Ginny chanted as she looked up to the sky with hopeful eyes.

Everyone in the crowd oo'd and aw'd as they flew in figure eights around the sky. It would seem as if one of them was reaching for it and was about to grab it, but then they would quickly retract their hand and speed up their broom.

Ginny had told me a while ago that it was much harder to catch the snitch in the big leagues to ensure that the games lasted a while, and boy did it look hard. I could tell how bloody fast they were as they whizzed around the blue sky, and if that wasn't fast enough to catch it I had no idea what was.

Soon, after a few more torturous minutes, one of the seekers finally grabbed it and the crowd burst into cheer as she flew down with it in hand.

Fred and George were cheering louder than I had ever heard them and Ginny was pouting a bit as Harry rubbed a comforting hand over her back. I could tell he was trying to conceal his smile at the winning team.

"Suck it, Ginny!" George yelled. I smacked him on the shoulder. "Ow," he said and rubbed his shoulder.

We watched as the winning team collected their trophy and took a bow before the two teams thanked each other, and then we made our way out of the stands as the teams dispersed from the field.

"That was amazing," Fred said in awe when we stepped out of the doors of the stadium.
He still had that look of awe on his face which made a warm feeling spread across my chest, considering how hard the past week had been for him. I was just happy to provide something to take his mind off of it.

"Yeah, that was bloody fantastic," Ron said, the same look of awe.

I looped my arms with Fred and George's as we walked, and Hermione and Ginny did the same with Ron and Harry. We walked in a content silence to a spot where we could use the portkey, but it wasn't quite quiet considering the thousands of people surrounding us that slowly dispersed as we walked further and further from the stadium.

"Okay, ready?" Hermoine said, pulling a shoe out of her bag.

"I don't want to leave," George whined and buried his face on my shoulder.

"Get up," I chuckled and shook him off.

Everyone nodded as we took hold of the leather shoe and we were soon transported back to Hogwarts.


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"I'm starving," Fred said as we walked into their room.

"Me too," I said and plopped down on his bed. We had missed lunch, so we either had to wait until dinner or find another way to get food.

"Hmmm," George said, most likely thinking the same thing as me. "I could floo down to the three broomsticks really quick and grab us some food?" he suggested.

"Oooh, yeah," I said, my mouth already watering at the thought of the turkey club.

"And then we should go eat it down by the lake," Fred said as he sat down next to me, shooting me a wink and a smirk. Thoughts of what happened the last time we were at the lake flooded through my mind a blush took to my cheeks.

"Yeah, we could do that," George said, ignoring Fred's look to me.

"Okay, but you guys have to take that bloody face paint off first," I said.

"What, you don't like it?" George asked with a cheeky smile and bent down, grabbing my face between his hands to pull me into a sloppy kiss, our faces mushing together and transferring the paint.

I shoved him off of me and wiped my face off. "George," I whined.

He just chuckled and went into the bathroom. Luckily, I heard the water run, signifying that he was finally taking the green marks off of his face.

"You too," I said to Fred.

He rolled his eyes and got up, walking into the bathroom just as his brother walked out.

When Fred exited the bathroom with a clean face, George asked, "What do you guys want?".

Fred and I gave him our orders, and George said a quick goodbye as he left to go grab us food.

Fred pulled me with him down to the bed as he laid on his back and began to recap the game to me as if I hadn't been there myself. Better yet, as if I hadn't bought the tickets myself. He told me all about the best steals and hits by the beaters, explaining each of them in detail even though I had already seen both of them.

I didn't care, even if I found quidditch talk incredibly boring, because I just looked up at him and watched him speak about what he was passionate about. His eyes had a certain spark to them when he talked about quidditch, something Georges' eyes did too, and it was one of the most attractive things that I had ever seen.

Time flew by as I listened to him, and before I knew it George was walking through the door with a bag of food in hand.

I stood up from the bed and gave him a quick peck on his mouth. "Thank you!".

"No problem, Princess".

We all put on our shoes and walked out the door to head over to our spot by the lake, George's hand loosely wrapped around my waist as we walked.





Once we arrived, George laid out the picnic blanket in front of the tree and we sat down. George sat against the trunk of the tree and I sat in between his legs as his arms wrapped around my waist. Fred decided to lay his head down in my lap, claiming that he needed to lay down for his arm and leg. I had no clue why that would be true, but I didn't mind.

George reached into the bag and pulled out our meals, all of us having chosen different sandwiches to eat.

We ate in silence for a moment, all of us much too hungry to focus on much more than getting food into our mouths.

I gasped when I remembered something that I had forgotten to tell them.

"What?" Fred asked.

I swallowed my bite of food excitedly. "You guys remember how we were talking last week about me staying at the burrow with you guys over the summer?" I asked.

"Yeah.." George said from behind me.

"Well, I wrote a letter to my mom asking her if I could, and I didn't expect it but she said yes! Something about a month vacation in July".

Fred looked up at me with a beaming smile. "Really?! How come you didn't tell us sooner?".

"I just got it this morning and we were all focused on the quidditch game," I said while waving him off.

George placed a kiss on the side of my neck and said, "This will be so much fun. Christmas break was amazing, imagine a whole summer!".

"Yeah, and you have to tell Ginny. She'll be absolutely thrilled," Fred said.

I nodded and continued to eat my sandwich, a smile taking over my face as I thought about the upcoming summer.

When we all finished and threw our trash into the bag that the food had come in, we all settled into each other, looking out as the sun set over the water with full stomachs.

I felt absolutely at bliss as I watched the sun go down on the best day that I had had in awhile. A feeling of absolute happiness spread across my chest as I laid with the two boys that I loved most in the world, just having spent the day with all of my best friends, the other people that I loved most.

"I love you guys," I said, looking at both of them. I needed them to know just how much I cared about them.

"I love you too," into my ear before nipping at my ear lobe.

"I love you," Fred said before lifting up the bottom of my shirt and turning his head to the side to blow a raspberry into my belly button.

"Fred!" I shrieked and slapped his head away. Of course he couldn't just let a sweet moment be sweet.

He shrugged and turned back to looking at the sunset, completely unbothered. I shook my head at him, smiling as I leaned back even further into George.

I wanted everything to stay exactly as it was forever, but I knew that that wasn't possible. I wished that I could just freeze time and keep the twins with me at the school for the next two years, but I had to be realistic.

I sighed. "So, what now?".

"What do you mean, Princess?" Fred asked, looking up at me with curious eyes from my lap.

I sighed again. "I mean, you guys finish school and then summer's over, then what? I'm just going to be stuck back here while you guys go off and explore the world and stuff".

"Hey," George cooed and hugged me tighter than he had been. "We already know that we're probably going to be right over in Hogsmeade and live by there, and even if that doesn't work out, we'll figure it out. No way in hell are we going to lose you just because of a little time line difference".

I turned behind me to look at him, and he gave me a look of affirmation before giving me a kiss.

"Yeah," Fred said, grabbing my hand that was laying by my side and mindlessly playing with my fingers. "We still have a few more months here, and we'll make it the most fun that you've ever had at Hogwarts. And then we'll go spend an amazing summer at the burrow, and then George and I will open up a shop, and you can visit all the time, our own flat too". He pulled my hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on it.

George nodded and kissed the top of my head. "And then we'll all live happily ever after".

And that's exactly what we did.








~the end~








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