Caught Between Twins (Fred & George Weasley)

TW: this chapter contains strong alcohol use, mild language and mention of mature contents.

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It had been nearly two days since the twins' dates with Daisy, and neither of them could stop thinking about it—the scenes printed in their minds, replaying at every given opportunity without warning.

Even though they talked about it, they'd promised not to share too many details with each other just yet, unsure how much she wanted to be exposed—this was now on the list of things they needed to discuss with her to clear the air a bit.

"What's this for?" Ginny asked, picking up a small device from the counter.

"That's a Decoy Detonator," George explained with a grin. "Don't turn it on unless you want a really loud distraction."

"Are you coming to dinner tonight?" Ginny asked, glancing around the bustling shop.

"Of course, sis," Fred replied as he approached them, the usual smirk tugging at his lips. "As long as Harry's not cooking."

Ginny glared at them—her brothers were always cheerful, sometimes even annoyingly so, but there was something odd about their energy right now, a glimpse of mischief that was rare to see in their hazel eyes.

"Why don't you invite Daisy? Last time, we didn't really get a chance to meet her properly." She shrugged, snooping around the products behind the counter.

The twins paused, glancing at each other. It wasn't a bad idea, but they'd need to talk to Daisy first to make sure everyone was on the same page.

Maybe without Fleur and Bill around, Daisy could feel more comfortable, and their friends could finally see what it was about her that had captured both of their hearts.

"That's a great idea," George whispered, nudging Fred. "Let's go."

"Guys, I didn't mean now!" Ginny called after them as they headed for the door, leaving her alone in the crowded shop.

Meanwhile, Daisy was finishing a wedding cake—a stunning, four-tiered creation. The deep green icing shimmered with silver details, an over-the-top decoration with a tiny sculpture of a bride and groom perched at the top.

"You like it?" Daisy asked nervously when the twins suddenly appeared behind her—not sure where they came from, but it was utterly satisfying to see their reactions.

"Woah, it's beautiful," George said, walking closer to take a better look.

"You're ridiculously talented," Fred added, leaning in to admire it too.

"I'm not even open yet, and someone already commissioned a wedding cake!" Daisy exclaimed, happiness evident in her voice. "It's for some Slytherins, if I heard correctly."

Fred and George rested their hands firmly on the counter, facing each other, peeking just through the cake to share a knowing gaze—not serious, clearly a mocking one this time.

"Do you think Malfoy's getting married?" George asked, brow furrowed.

"And he didn't invite us? How rude," Fred quipped, pretending to be offended.

Daisy giggled softly at their puzzled expressions while they joked about the boy they probably assumed had ordered the cake—however, she tilted her head slightly as a strange vision flashed through her mind, too vivid for her brain to process.

For a brief moment, her thoughts wandered, and she imagined herself standing between them as they admired her with the same intensity they were giving the cake. Heat crept up her cheeks, and she quickly shook her head, trying to banish the thought.