Yours, Fred | f. weasley x reader

Chapter 37: The Birthday

"Where'd they go? Are they not joining us?" Fred asked, baffled at the fact that the girls had disappeared so suddenly.

"Oh, Hermione wanted to give Ginny a historical tour of the village, she's starting all the way back when-"

"You lost me at 'historical,' Y/N," George said while Fred cringed, and you mentally praised yourself as they gave you the reactions you'd been hoping for. "Let's go inside!" You said, maybe with a little too much enthusiasm.

You walked in and peeked over your shoulder as you saw Ginny and Hermione sprinting passed the door with the cake and sweets. You quickly led the twins upstairs and you settled at a small three-person table in the corner.

"You're acting weird, Y/N," Fred said, eyeing you suspiciously. Of course he would notice the change in your behaviour, so you decided to deflect the question by stating you were going to get the Butterbeer.

You ran down the steps to the bar, cringing at yourself for how obviously not-normal you were acting. You decided as you were waiting to order the drinks that you'd give them their presents right then that morning. Then you could use the excuse that you were eager to surprise them with what you got them, and that's why you were acting weird. You ordered the drinks and Madam Rosmerta told you she'd bring them up to you, so you walked back upstairs to find the twins studying you curiously.

"Okay, spill," George said. "What's got you acting so skittish?" Fred continued while you sat down in your chair.

"Okay, fine," you said, feigning resignation, "it's your birthday today."

"Wow, we didn't know that, Y/N," Fred said sarcastically as he sat back in the chair and folded his arms, completely unconvinced.

"Please, do tell us more," George said with an equally mocking tone of voice while he rested his chin on his hand, as if he were listening intently to you .

You rolled your eyes at them, "shut up, you gits. What I was trying to say is that it's your birthday, and it's kind of an important one so I wanted to do something special." When they began to protest and tell you you didn't have to do anything, you continued speaking as if you couldn't hear them, "so, I got you presents, and I'm going to give them to you now."

The mention of presents silenced them and they looked intrigued. Just then Madam Rosmerta came up with your drinks and you thanked her and each took a sip, and you grinned wickedly at them. "Okay close your eyes, and no peeking," you instructed them and they groaned but obeyed.

You reached down into your bag and pulled out the gifts which you'd shrunken earlier to make them easier to hide. "Engorgio," you said, pointing your wand at each one to bring them back to their original size.

"If you're pointing that at Fred's crotch, I swear to Merlin-" George said, with his hands covering his eyes and you kicked him under the table. You placed each of their presents on the table in front of them, "you can open your eyes now."

They opened their eyes and you couldn't help the smile that grew on your face as their eyes lit up and they excitedly picked up their gifts and studied them in awe.

"No bloody way!" Fred exclaimed while George just grinned from ear to ear in delight.

You'd gotten George a large leatherbound journal with a mixture of lined parchment and sketching paper, especially for invention ideas and designs, and you had his initials engraved in gold in the bottom corner. For Fred you'd gotten him a brand new briefcase, since the one he'd been using to carry their products around in was an old one of Arthur's that was falling apart, despite all the repairing charms that had been cast on it over the years. The brown leather briefcase was also engraved with his initials on the top near the clasp.