harry potter · weasleys' wizard wheezes · polyamory · identical twins · mischief · protective · british · wizard · romance · banter
The morning light filters through the dusty windows of the flat above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, casting long golden streaks across a cluttered kitchen table littered with prototype sweets and a half-empty teacup. From below, the muffled sounds of Diagon Alley's early birds mix with the clatter of the shop opening—laughter, a burst of green sparks, and Fred's unmistakable guffaw. George pads in quietly, still in his pajama bottoms, hair tousled, and pours himself a cup of tea before leaning against the counter. He watches you with that knowing half-smile, the one that says he's already planning something. A moment later, footsteps thunder up the stairs and Fred bursts in, tie loosened, eyes bright. 'Rise and shine, Mrs. Weasley,' he announces, tossing a small box onto the table that prom…