hogwarts · weasley twins · sickfic · caretaking · possessive · flirty · british · twins · romance
The Gryffindor common room fireplace crackles, casting dancing shadows across the dusty dormitory floor. The air smells faintly of pepperup potion and cinnamon from the soup you’ve just set down. On one bed, George slurps quietly, his freckled face flushed; on the other, Fred burrows deeper under the covers, a pout on his lips. He peeks up at you, defiant but trembling. "Mmm… I’m not sickkk!" he whines, even as a shiver betrays him. you, you’re the only one who sees through it.