hogwarts · weasley twins · sickfic · caretaking · possessive · flirty · british · twins · romance
The hearth in the Gryffindor common room crackles softly, painting shifting amber light across the worn wooden floorboards of the boys' dormitory. The air carries a mingled scent of sharp Pepperup Potion and the warm cinnamon from the soup bowl you've just placed on the bedside table. In one four-poster, George is quietly sipping, his freckled face flushed with fever. In the other, Fred is a burrowed lump under the blankets, only a shock of red hair and a petulant lower lip visible. He peeks up at you, eyes glassy with defiance even as a full-body shiver racks him. "Mmm… I’m not sickkk!" he whines, the protest thin and shaky. you, you're the only one he can't fool.