Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, this is merely a work of fanfiction.
A/N: (I found this in my Drive. I wrote it this summer, and totally forgot about it.) This is a short snippet from an idea I have for a (Fred x Fem!Harry x George) triad. This would be in the midst of a pre-established relationship. Otherwise, I don't think this would be appropriate behavior. In this AU there was no Voldy, and no first-war, so everyone would be alive.
Henrietta laughed joyously.
It was the first warm day of Spring and she was spending it by the lake with Fred and George Weasley. Nothing could be more perfect. From behind them she heard Hagrid's gruff voice calling out to Fred.
"What's Henrietta doing up there then?" He asked, scrutinizing Henrietta's position on George's shoulders.
"She likes to be tall," Fred deadpanned.
Hagrid's gaze flicked between the three students, and then doubled over in laughter. He clutched his side, and big fat tears rolled down his face to splash on the grass. That set off the boys, and Henrietta was set on her feet by a rollicking Fred, just before George started wiping tears of jubilation off his face.
"She likes to be tall….Sweet Merlin….I don't know where you get 'em," Hagrid exclaimed, as he attempted to pull himself together. He waved to them and resumed his trek back up to the castle.
"I can't help it that I'm naturally dainty," Henrietta fumed, as the turned on the twins. She was five feet tall, but to hear them tell it, she was the size of a fairy. She couldn't help that all the Weasley men were giants.
The boys continued to laugh, and Henrietta really began to get angry. She could do better things with her Saturday if they were going to tease her!
"I will be taking my vertically challenged self back to the common room, since you can't be bothered to be kind! Find yourself another date for today!"
The boys stopped mid-laugh, putting on their best looks of fake contrition.
"We're sorry," George started.
"We'll be on our best behavior!" Fred promised, coming to chase after her, and tickle her.
"Fine, Fine, I forgive you!" she exclaimed while dodging behind a tree.
George popped around the other side of the tree, catching her in his arms before she could escape.
"Do you promise we're forgiven?" he asked.
"Don't know George, better get a kiss, just to be sure." Fred interjected.
"What do you say, love?" George teased as he backed her against the tree, tilting her head back with his hands.
"Fine, take your kiss!" Henrietta giggled. Just as George's lips were about to touch hers, her father's patronus galloped to a stop beside the tree.
"Henri, I need your help urgently! Meet me in my office!"
Henrietta rolled her eyes. Ever since her father had come to work at Hogwarts, he had been using his patronus to break up any alone time she had with the boys. He was impossible!
George backed away, knowing she would have to go to her father. She was a prefect, and therefore it was technically her duty to help the professors when they needed it, though Henrietta's father had developed a knack for breaking up intimate moments.
Just as Henrietta was getting ready to leave for her father's office, her mother' doe patronus trotted up to her.
"Disregard your father's patronus. I have confiscated the Marauders Map. Enjoy your Saturday with the twins."
Henrietta laughed wickedly, and walked back to where George and Fred were lounging underneath the tree.
"Looks like it was a false alarm boys," she told them, as she sat down between them and enjoyed the pleasant spring day.