Haidee had been living with the twins for a while now, which meant her days were constantly filled with excitement. Continually being around Fred meant there was never a dull moment for her to spare. With the independence they had encountered while living without adult supervision, the twins were relishing in the freedom by pranking and scaring Haidee whenever they liked and considering she was the only other person in their household other than each other, she bore the brunt of it. She found the majority of them amusing and harmless, most of them resulting in her being chased into Fred's arms, until they had caused her to dropped her only supply of dragon blood because they thought it would be funny to set off some sparklers behind her while she was brewing a potion, frightening her.

"Sorry, darling," Fred apologised with an unapologetic grin, making Haidee sigh before smiling along. She drifted her wand over the slipt mixture and placing it in a new jar. Peering into the blood, she could see it was only a tad dirty from being on the floor, but it would work all the same.

"It's all right," she said, pecking his lips.

Some pranks, although they meant no wrong, were more harm than good. Although Haidee had been doing pretty well with her recovery, sudden noises and screams would trigger panic attacks, causing her to collapse instantly to the ground and weep, covering her head in fear, quivering for her life as she did with Voldemort.

The first time it happened, Fred sprang into action, skidding to her side as she crumbled and scooped her into his arms, profusely apologising as he wiped the hair that were stuck to her face by her tears.

As time went on, she would become more and more used to Fred and George's pranks, but her fear never really went away.

Brewing potions had become easier over time. She had learnt how to work efficiently with her new trembling problem resulting in fewer unsuccessful batches of sweets. She had been sent the treatment for her trembles by Professor Dumbledore, but they hadn't been very effective, the shaking had not reduced much since she had left Hogwarts.

She spent most of her time in the kitchen during the day, making and developing sweets and designing new interesting recipes for her corner of the store. Spending the entire day hunched over the cauldron, dancing from bench to bench or flying objects across the kitchen was the exact way Haidee imagined the rest of her life.

Fred would appear after a days work at the shop to find Haidee smiling and dancing around the kitchen as if the repetitive action of being there day after day was not tiering, an abundance of sweets being packaged using magic as she stirred her upcoming recipe. In the time she had been there, she had compiled a book full of old and new recipes she had created for when she would need to restock and she was very proud of it, even if it was made of spare parchment and napkins she had written her recipes on with smudged ink from dripping ingredients on it while she cooked.

When she finally had enough stock to fill her corner she started to plan the design. "Creative freedom," George grinned as they stood in the blank corner, looking around.

"Give it all you got."

Haidee licked her lips in excitement for what she had in mind, immediately starting, sending the boys upstairs so that she could surprise them once she was done. A rush of freedom filled her joints as she stared at the corner, ready to turn it into what she always desired.

It was many hours later before she was done, maybe early in the morning, she didn't know the time. But she had stepped out of her corner, looking at her work extremely proud and satisfied.

Considering it was late, it was the next morning before the twins saw what she had created.

"Merlin," Fred awed in astonishment as he stood before her creation.

Haidee had turned her corner into a mini candy store. It was as bright and brilliant as the rest of the store and just as magical, filled to the brim with all the sweets she had made. A large hanging sign that could be seen from the front door separated her candy section from the rest of the store that said: Treats That You Deserve and Desire! bewitched to flash and rotate to grab the customers attention.

Barrels painted orange and green to match the aesthetic of the store were filled with brightly coloured sweets, each barrel labelled with the sweet's title and what it does, including the Hover Sweet: just one sweet allows the consumer to hover for ten minutes straight! or the Creative Creation: the only chocolate to improves the consumer's creative skills by 100%!

From above, flying toy air balloons were bewitched to drift around her area, their baskets holding sweets to change the consumer's eye colour or sweets that made it impossible for the consumer to lie. They floated around, allowing passing customers to reach in and take a sweet.

Pressed against the wall stood a heartshaped stand that was packed all different types of desserts, chocolates, sweets or pastries that were dosed with Armortentia, packaged individually along with a tall, slim yellow bookshelf filled with yummy tasting sweets, lozenges and cakes lased with medical potions for parents who had children who would not take their medicine.

Oddly made stands held a collection of her newest inventions called: The Emotion Commotion Selection which was a range of various coloured bottled brews that changed the consumer's emotions upon consumption. She watched as Fred read her sign explaining the different colours: Try Focus Frenzy: the blue brew is the perfect stimulant for long study sessions or a hard day at the office.

Her corner was bounding with magic and she could not be happier with the outcome and neither could the twins.

"Looks bloody brilliant," smiled Fred, who could not take his eyes off of all the sweets she had made. They were walking around her area, staring at her inventions in awe, just as she had with theirs.

"Set up just in time, too," said George with a grin. "Mum and the rest are meant to be coming today."

"Oh, brilliant," Haidee cheered. "I'm sure they're going to love it." Simultaneously, both of the twins gave Haidee a look, raising an eyebrow. "Well, your mum might have heart palpitations but I'm sure the others will adore it. How could they not?" She looked around, still in awe at what her life had become.

Just at that, the first customer of the day chimed in, soon followed by many others, sending the store into fill swing. It was almost instant that sparks began to fly around the room and enchanted objects began their days work, dancing, flying, singing. Haidee watched the bustle uncomfortably, she had never considered this side of working at a store. The side where it would be filled with customers and a part of her job would be to talk to said strangers. The noise was amounting quickly, and she getting extremely anxious very quickly.

Fred and George, however, grinned wickedly at the sight of a full store. Haidee tugged on Fred sleeve to get his attention. "Fred-"

"Are you okay? You don't have to stay down here, you know?" Fred said quickly, seeing the instant change in her deminer. She clung to his sleeve as if she was going to collapse. Fred grabbed her by her side to steady her.

An excited customer hustled past her and she flinched so hard she almost lost her balance. "Maybe I'll go upstairs for a bit," she whispered, looking to the ground, her eyes squeezed shut to keep the visions out.

"Okay," Fred said quickly. "I'll take the day off. George has got this handled, come on." He guided her by his side to the stairs, being sure not to take his eyes off her as they moved.

"No, no, you stay," she insisted as he guided her, ignoring her calls. "You can't be missing the day everyone comes to celebrate you," she said, with a forced laugh.

"Well, I'm not leaving you," he said firmly as Haidee opened her eyes and looked up, meeting his eyes. She smiled at him and pecked his lips, breathing heavily and slowly to calm herself.

"I'll be fine. I'll leave the talking up to you," she whispered as if the customers were not allowed to hear her. "I'll stick to the registers."

It took a bit of convincing to get Fred to leave her downstairs, but he finally agreed. Fred nodded and gave her a kiss on her forehead as a sendoff, leaving her to swerve through the abundance of people to get to the registers. She had noticed as she walked that many people were enjoying her corner and the new displays, awing at the treats as they browsed.

It was a couple of hours after opening and Haidee had rather enjoyed her spot working at the registers. She could see that Fred would look to her every now and then, just to check on her and she would smile at him reassuringly. The register also required minimum talking to strangers as well as observing the store from afar. This meant she was the first to see that Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Mr and Mrs Weasley had entered the store. With a jolt of joy, she went to find Fred, who was not far, to alert him.

She followed Fred, who had changed into a set of magenta robes that clashed magnificently with his hair, towards the others.

"This really is extraordinary magic," said Hermione as she looked at the Patented Daydream Charms, with a bruise on her eye.

"For that, Hermione," said Fred, who Hermione had not noticed approach, "you can have one for free." He was beaming at the sight of the others, as was Haidee, who was quickly greeted by Mrs Weasley.

"Hello, dear," she greeted, giving her a hug before holding her hands. "Your hands have gotten much better." They hadn't but she knew she was trying to be polite.

"Thank you," she replied, looking down at her shaking hands that had definitely not improved. "It's becoming more manageable each day."

"Good!" Mrs Weasley cheered, rubbing her arm in congratulations.

"What's happened to your eye, Hermione?" Fred asked, pointing to her bruised eye.

"Your punching telescope," Hermine huffed ruefully.

"Oh, blimey," said Fred, taking out a tube from his pocket. "Here." He handed it to her. "Just dab it on, that bruise'll be gone within the hour."

"It is safe, isn't it?" Hermione asked.

"Of course it is," said Fred bracingly. "Come on, Harry, I'll give you a tour." With that, Harry and Fred walked off, leaving the rest to continue to browse.

Haidee walked up to Ginny who was looking around in awe. "It's fantastic isn't it?" she asked Ginny with a knowing smile. Ginny looked like a child in a candy store; it almost was exactly that.

"It's wicked," she grinned, continuing to browse the Patented Daydream Charms. "How has it been living with Fred and George?" she asked. Haidee smiled at the question.

"It's been great. They're exhausting sometimes, as you'd know," she laughed, "but the things they can do and the way they work . . . everything they've done to build this store-"

"You helped too," Ginny reminded as she felt Haidee was selling herself out.

"Oh, I fixed a few problems here and there," she dismissed quickly. "But this . . . it almost feels impossible."

"The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve," Ginny replied with a fond smile.

"They definitely have the nerve, don't they?" she chuckled, following Ginny as she began to wonder about the store, falling into the section of the boys WonderWitch products consisting of Fred and George's love potions. This reminded Haidee of some news Fred had told her and she gently nudged Ginny's shoulder.

"Fred told me about a certain Gryffindor names Dean Thomas." Haidee smiled playfully but as Ginny turned around harshly to greet her with a similar smile, she put her hands up in surrender, grinning cheekily. "None of my business, I am aware. I just wanted to say that I'm excited for you."

Ginny smiled and rolled her eyes. "Ron must have told Fred and George. It's not that exciting. He's just a boy."

"That doesn't sound-"

"How did you know when you were in love?" she asked quickly as if she had been holding in that question for years. Haidee was a bit shocked for a moment, her lips apart as she looked at Ginny. Slowly, her trembling hands pushed a strand of hair behind her ear nervously.

"Well . . . well," she began, but she had trouble finding the words. "Well, Fred was never 'just a boy' to me," Haidee stammered before quickly adding, "but please remember, you and I are very different in that judgment. You are beautiful and confident. From what I hear you don't need love potions," Haidee laughed slightly to break some tension. "Me . . . I was invisible for my first few years at Hogwarts and then Fred and George found me and I guess . . . I guess I was lucky enough to be found by the person I would eventually fall in love with, but from the start, Fred was never 'just some boy'." Ginny looked somewhat disappointed with her answer so she continued. "Fred, well . . . Fred - as cliche as it sounds - Fred made me feel happy. I was always happy around him, and eventually, that turned into safety and comfort and one day-" she thought of the day on the roof of The Burrow when Haidee explained her past to him, "- one day I just knew I couldn't live without him."

Ginny smiled wistfully for a moment and Haidee smiled, too. "Trust me, you will know when you fall in love."

"There you are," George said, suddenly appearing with Fred by his side.

"Not talking about me, where you?" Fred asked. "My ears were ringing."

"Of course, not," replied Ginny firmly before looking to Ron. "And I'll thank you not to tell tales about me to these two." With that, she left, leaving Fred, George, Ron and Haidee behind.

"You asked her about Dean Thomas, huh?" George asked, wincing. "How'd that go?"

"Splendid," Haidee replied honestly. "She didn't seem to mind speaking to me of it."

"Great," grinned Fred. "Saves me the hassle of wrangling information out of her. What did she say?"

"I'm not telling you," Haidee said instantly. "I know better than him," she smiled, pointing to Ron, who was holding boxes of merchandise.

"That'll be three Galleons, nine Sickles and a Knut," said Fred, examining the boxes in Ron's arms. "Cough up."

"I'm your brother!"

"And that's our stuff you knicking. Three Galleons, nine Sickles. I'll knock off the Knut."

"But I haven't got three Galleons, nine Sickles!"

"You'd better put it back then, and mind you put it back on the right shelves," Fred said. Ron, in his rage, was about to throw down the boxes he was holding when Haidee intervened.

"Don't listen to them, Ron," Haidee replied, looking sternly at the twins before grinning at their brotherly ways.

"He's paying for those items," said George.

"He's your family-"

"But we have so much family," Fred insisted.

"And I have none," Haidee replied. "Therefore, it equals out. I'll give you a good discount, just come with me."

Ron, looking smug, followed Haidee to the register before placing the items he wished to purchase on the counter. Haidee looked at the boxes and found that he was purchasing her honey flavoured Truth Telling Couch Drops, but she said nothing.

"Take them," she said kindly.

"What?"

"Take them. If they ask just say you paid two Galleons."

"Haidee, you're the best," Ron grinned, scooping up the items before wandering off. It was not long after that that the rest of them left, leaving Haidee to tidy some shelves, keep to the register and avoid customers when possible.

After the store was closed and she finally had some time to relax, she discovered why the boys had been living off take out and sweets before she arrived and had time to actually cook. She was exhausted from the day, and if it weren't for her adaptation to baking while tired and her love for cooking, she would not have had the energy to make dinner. After everyone ate, they collapsed on the couch.

Fred and George ending up playing rounds of Exploding Snap while Haidee continued the book she was reading. She missed reading for pleasure. At Hogwarts, most of her reading was school-related, she barely had time to read for leisure, unless she stumbled upon an interesting book in the library.

Haidee was laying on the couch, her head resting on the arm on the couch, her legs dangling off the side as she still had her shoes on and was too invested in the book to take them off.

She hadn't realised the time until it was only her and Fred still awake as George had headed off to bed. However, she hadn't noticed this until the book was taken out of her trembling hands. She was in the middle of an intense scene, only two pages away from the end of the chapter; she watched the book lift out of her hands and Fred held it, looking down at her from behind the armrest.

"I said it's late," said Fred, knowing she hadn't heard the first few times he had tried to tell her.

"Oh, sorry," she replied, reaching for her book which he dangled over her, lifting it higher out of her range as she reached for it. "I'm only two pages from the next chapter, I'll be quick." Fred nodded and pursed his lips, lowering the book into her range, allowing her to grab it. Taking it from his grasp, she held it firmly in her trembling hands, pressing the book into her stomach to halt the shaking as much as possible.

She returned her focus to the book, not noticing Fred, who sat beside her on the couch, only noticing him when he picked up her legs and placed them over his lap. Not acknowledging this as odd behaviour, she said nothing and continued to read as he undid her shoelaces and slid off her shoes from her feet, followed by her socks.

Half a page later, she left soft kisses on her are legs. His lips brushed her skin as he kissed her calf, teasingly getting rougher as he progressed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking over her book.

"You finished reading?" he asked in reply, ignoring her question, not looking up as he continued to kiss.

"N-no."

"Then keep going."

Haidee hesitantly obeyed and continued to read, but his kisses were getting more intense as time progressed, making it easy for her to lose focus. His lips travelled up her leg until he was under her skirt, nibbling and kissing her thighs.

She inhaled sharply, taking her eyes away from the book, unsure of how she was meant to focus while he teased her. His lips moved over her middle, pressing soft kisses over her underwear, making her jolt at the touch.

"F-Fred," she gasped, instinctively pressing her thighs together making him reappear from under her skirt, wearing a cocky grin.

"Yes?" he asked innocently.

"How am I meant to concentrate when you- when you're doing that?"

"Doing what?" he replied, just as innocent as before. Instantly, she became flustered, her cheeks reddening and quickly became quiet. He smirked rather widely at this, enjoying her embarrassment as his hands massaged her. "Say it," he commanded, but her lips stayed sealed. When she didn't reply, he returned under her skirt after ordering her to keep reading.

Pressing her thighs apart, he continued to kiss and bite her, all while she attempted to return her focus to her book. She had a mere page to go, and it was an intense scene she had been looking forward to her entire read, surely she could gather enough focus to finish the page- "Uhh-"

She stifled her own moan with her hand, dropping the book to her chest as she writhed in the ecstasy Fred was giving her. She felt his finger hook on her underwear and drag them down her legs, leaving her exposed to him under her skirt. He revealed himself once again, peeling off her underwear from her legs and holding them in his hand.

"You finished?" he asked.

"Y-yes?" she replied, but it sounded more of a question. She had never been a good liar, it was one of the reasons she never lied. Fred knew instantly that she was not telling the truth, seeing her face redden as he stared into her eyes.

"What happened?" he interrogated further.

"In t-the book?"

"Yes, in the book."

"He- ugh." In her flustered state, she could not think of anything to reply with, she hardly remembered what the book was about. "Merlin," she cursed, seeing Fred grin widen wickedly, knowing she'd been caught out.

"That's what I thought." With that, he stuffed the small piece of clothing he held in his hand into her mouth, stifling her noise. "Keep reading."

Without her underwear, his touch was intensified as she felt him drag his tongue along her. He moved expertly, his tongue pressing and licking her before his lips moved to caress her clit. He sucked gently before his tongue assaulted her, jolting her nerves with pleasure, making her arch her back in pleasure. Fred followed her movements, holding her down as she moved with his touch.

Determined to follow his orders, she kept her eyes on the page, although the words seemed blurred. He continued mercilessly, hearing soft whines struggling to form from beneath the underwear shoved in her mouth. He worked faster and rougher, her hips bucking in pleasure. By this point, she had completely forgotten the book, her head thrown back in pleasure as her trembling hands scrunched into Fred's hair as she neared climax.

He was working miracles with his tongue, shoving two fingers inside her as she neared, pumping her closer to the edge. She felt it build inside her, Fred was doing everything right, she was seconds away from climax. Her back arched in pleasure as her thighs tightened and instantly, Fred pulled away, destroying her chance of climaxing.

A whine left her mouth, smothered by the cloth, rubbing her thighs together for friction at Fred's departure.

"You finish the chapter?" Fred asked, grinning so wickedly at the sight of her exhausted and twitching body, frusterated by the throbbing she felt within her due to his teasing.

"N-no," she replied with a muffled sound.

"No?" Fred replied, grinning.

"No."

"Well, then," said Fred. "I guess I have to keep going." Instantly, he returned under her skirt, getting back to work. Haidee was still flustered by her denial to even comprehend what was happening, all she knew was that she needed to finish that page as soon as possible.

Grabbing the book in her trembling hands, she tried her best to read the words while he distracted her, cleaning her up with his tongue. Skimming over the words, it was only minutes later when she removed the underwear from her mouth and squeaked: "Finished," in an accomplished tone.

Fred looked up from under her skirt with a raised eyebrow. For a moment he enjoyed her flustered and embarrassed expression before asking, "What happened?"

"He- he escaped, he escaped from the forest covered in blood. That was it. That was how the chapter ended," she whined, begging him to believe her.

"Do you want to know what happens next?" he asked cheekily and she shook her head furiously.

"No," she panted. Fred nodded in satisfaction and removed himself from that position, standing up beside her as she laid helplessly on the couch, her chest rising and falling due to her heavy breathing.

"Good," he replied, holding out his hand for her to take. "Now the real fun can begin." Hesitant for what that meant, she took his hand, his wicked grin exciting her as he led her to their bedroom.