Chapter Two
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Waking up in the morning was my favorite time of day. Even though I slept in the same bed with Fred and George, much to Molly's dismay, I wasn't aware of their presence while I was unconscious. As silly as it was, I was so attached to them that I didn't want to spend any time away from them even when I was dreaming.
The twins were really cute while they slept. Fred spooned me from behind. He liked to wrap an arm around my waste and nuzzle my hair with his nose. George snuggled me on my other side. He held my right hand while we slept. Whenever I tried to pull away from one of them, they pulled me closer to them.
I was aware that our behavior was a little strange. Whenever they touched me, my skin felt warm and I was more relaxed and calm. It felt natural to be this close to them.
However, this morning I woke up feeling a little uneasy. The twin's presence helped a little bit, but I couldn't get over the fact that today was my seventh birthday. It had also been six years since I had seen my brother, Harry Potter.
Other wizards talked about him as if they knew him, but the Weasleys were careful not to mention him too much around me. They didn't want me missing him. After he miraculously defeated Lord Voldemort, he was sent to live with our muggle aunt. I don't understand why he couldn't have come here with me to live with the Weasleys and they didn't either.
I didn't really miss Harry because I couldn't remember him and I didn't know him that well, besides the fact that he was the chosen one, whatever that means, but that didn't mean that I wasn't curious about him.
Was he as happy as I was? Did our aunt treat him well? Was he thinking about me?
I tried to keep these concerns to myself because I knew that the Weasleys couldn't do anything. Professor Dumbledore had ordered Harry to live with our aunt, and he said that I couldn't visit him. He wouldn't even tell me why.
The Weasleys had been good to me, and even though I wasn't in the best mood, I decided not to be selfish today. I would let them celebrate my birthday like they always did.
I smiled when I heard Fred yawn.
"Why are you up so early, love?" he asked before squeezing me closer. "By the way, happy birthday!"
"Thanks," I said. "I guess I just couldn't sleep in. I didn't mean to wake you."
"Don't worry about it," George said. I hadn't realized that he had woken up yet. "I was about to wake up anyways, besides today is a special day."
Then George began to tickle me and I laughed, loudly.
"The best sound in the world," Fred said.
"I could get used to it," George added.
After George stopped tickling me, we sat up in the bed. The twins decided to give me my birthday present from them. They wanted to give it to me earlier than usual. "Shouldn't I wait for the others to see me unwrapping your gift?" I asked them, but they shook their heads.
"Nah," Fred said, shaking his head.
"We got it for you, not them," George added.
Then Fred and George both got up and walked over to our closet. Originally when I was a baby, Molly kept my things in Ginny's room, but when I was five, the boys moved my things over here since I pretty much slept over here anyways. I got two thirds of the closet since I was friends with both of them or at least, that was their logic.
They pulled out two small boxes that were wrapped up in newspaper. One had an F written on it because it was from Fred and the other had a G printed on it. "Thank you guys. You know that you didn't have to do this," I said.
"Aw, shut up," Fred said, playfully.
"You knew that we were going to get you something," George said.
I knew that whatever they got me would be homemade. Molly was too busy around the house and Arthur was too busy at work to take them shopping. No matter what it was, I knew that I would love it because I loved them.
Fred gave me a pretty necklace. It was a chain that he found lying around the house with a paperclip on it. Stuck to the paperclip was a small piece of paper with his sloppy handwriting on it. It said- I love you ~Fred on it.
My cheeks turned pink. "Thank you, Freddy," I said calling him by the nickname I gave him a long time ago as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Fred's ears were red. "I'm glad you like it," he said.
"Hurry up and open my gift," George said with a smile on his face.
George had tied together red yawn with a rubber band. He had used paper to draw eyes and a mouth on, cut it out, and stuck in on the material. "I know how much you liked dolls, so I decided to make you one," George said, shrugging his shoulders. "I know it isn't as nice as Fred's gift."
"No, I love it!" I said, hugging him too.
"I still think that I did better," Fred said with a smirk. George mock glared at him and playfully hit him on the shoulder.
"Don't make me look bad in front of my girl," George said.
"I think you do a pretty good job of that yourself," Fred joked.
"Breakfast is ready!" Molly called up the stairs, distracting us.
"I'm starving," Fred said, grasping his stomach.
"Me too," George and I said at the same time. We looked at each other and laughed. Usually, Fred and George repeated themselves. I was starting to act a lot like them. I was like the third twin, but it was different somehow.