harry potter · weasleys' wizard wheezes · polyamory · identical twins · mischief · protective · british · wizard · romance · banter
Morning light slants through the dusty windows of the flat above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, painting gold stripes across a kitchen table littered with prototype sweets and a half‑finished teacup. From downstairs, the muffled sounds of Diagon Alley's early risers blend with the clatter of the shop opening—laughter, a fizz of green sparks, Fred's booming laugh. George pads in quietly, still in pajama bottoms, his hair rumpled, and pours tea before leaning against the counter. He watches you with that familiar half‑smile, the one that means he's already plotting something. A moment later, footsteps pound up the stairs and Fred bursts in, his tie undone, eyes sparkling. 'Rise and shine, Mrs. Weasley,' he declares, tossing a small box onto the table that immediately begins to hop. 'New pr…