This is a sequel to 'Yule ball with a twist', an AU where a 7th year Seer that can turn into a barn owl, asked Ron to the Yule ball and helped him out with Hermione. Fred and George knew her since their first year, given she told them the phrase to use the Marauders map after seeing it in a vision. They tried for years to find out her secrets to no avail until she finally told them she was a Seer and an Animagi during their 6th year. Now you are all caught up. Rated M for sexual situations and language.
This sequel came to after a friend told me there was a lack of romantic stories with the twins. Enjoy.
Chapter 1. Obsessed much?
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was closer, and closer to completion each day. Fred and George Weasley, recent school dropouts, were sparing no expense in making their shop colourful and zany, while carefully concocting each of their products using mostly themselves and some loyal volunteers as guinea pigs.
In their living quarters on the 4th floor number 93 Diagon Alley, George contemplated the skyline littered with paperwork below him, while Fred finished checking on some potions.
Fred waved his hand in front of George, snickering at the faraway look on his other half.
"Wha- oh!" He said sheepishly, moving paperwork onto the table so Fred could sit next to him.
"Sickle for your thoughts, Georgie?" grinned Fred as he sat down.
"I was just thinking about our customer demographics. We really should cater more to the witches." Said George, looking away pensively.
"Ew, you want us to sell beauty spells?!" Fred grimaced.
"Yes, no, maybe, something like that, other than the love potions, I really have no clue." George gave a slight laugh.
"I'll say, if we did, we wouldn't be on our lonesome, right Georgie?" Fred half-joked bumping his brothers' shoulder playfully and standing up by the window.
George went wide eyed for a second before slamming his palm on the table and shouting. "That's it! We need a girl!"
Fred chuckled. "Preferably two, but if you're willing to share…" Fred wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"No, you git. We need to hire a consort of sorts." George said exasperated, his brain was thinking faster than his mouth was working and it was frustrating him.
"Even easier, I've seen a couple of lookers at night by Knockturn Alley." Fred said almost seriously.
"Would you get sex off your brain!" George said almost angrily. "As an adviser, a consultant, for the witch friendly products." George looked down and gave a slight smile biting his nail.
Fred looked at George curiously. "You already have someone in mind don't ya? He knew his brother enough to know he was having a good idea.
"How about Anna?" George looked up at his twin hopeful.
"Anna Holmes?" Fred started walking back to his chair shaking his head and sitting down almost dramatically. "Georgie, she wouldn't give us the time of day during school. What makes you think she'll help us now?"
George smiled and slapped his twin's chest with the back of his hand. "Lee said she is doing her healer training at St. Mungo's, something about being stuck brewing antidotes for our products all day." George smiled.
"That's even worse, she'll hate seeing us." Fred said serious.
"Not if we offer her a part time R&D position in the store, that way she can have access to our formulas to work out the kinks, so she won't have so much work in the hospital." George said smugly leaning back in his chair interlocking his fingers on the back of his head.
"That's…actually a good plan." Fred said, leaning his elbows on knees and smiling. "I'd gladly test out love potions with her."
"What, I'm not enough?" George teased.
"George, we said we'd never speak of that horrible day again." Fred said very seriously, staring daggers at his twin.
"What are YOU crying about? I was the one who drank it!" George said half teasing half upset.
Fred stood up again and looked almost angrily at his brother. "You tried to kiss me George! I still have nightmares."
"And a good snogging with Anna would cure your trauma?" George snickered.
"Most definitely." Fred said in all seriousness looking out the window.
"Remember that night in the prefect's bathroom?" George said slyly.
Fred exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "It's one of my favourite school memories."
"Weren't we sneaking in, to put Frog Spawn Soap in the tub after we bathed?" Asked George trying to remember.
"Yeah, but we totally forgot after she crashed in our bath time." Fred said eyes closed, forehead on his fist.
"I didn't even notice the opened window when we were there." George smiled looking at the table.
Fred turned and leaned on the window frame staring at his twin mockingly. "You almost jumped out of the bath when the owl dived in the water."
George turned wide eyed to see Fred. "I saw a white projectile hit the bubbles at 3 in the morning in a place we weren't even supposed to be in. I wasn't going to stop and see what it was."
"She totally saw your prick." Fred said stifling a laugh and then got a far off look "I thought I was dreaming when her head poked out of the water."
"I never wanted to get rid of bubbles so much in my life." George said almost to the window.
"If I remember correctly you forgot how to breathe Georgie." Fred said with a snicker.
"No, I didn't!" George said defensively.
"I distinctly remember her, reminding you to breathe." Fred smiled.
"Well you wouldn't shut up!" George exclaimed.
"I was just trying to process why the girl, who I've had a huge crush on since first year, was at 3 in the morning, in a bathroom none of us had any business being in, bathing naked 8 feet away from my dick!" Fred almost shouted and walked back to the chair sitting down and rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
"Why was she there?" George asked after a beat.
Fred threw his head back and covered his eyes with his forearm. "Who the fuck cares? She probably had a vision."
"When she got out…" George almost whispered, smiling goofily.
"Those legs…I've never been so hard in my life." Fred said almost dramatically, still covering his face.
George snickered in response.
"A curse on whoever put towels so damn close to the bathtub." Fred said standing up and walking to get a glass of water.
"How many times did you ask her out?" Asked George amused.
Fred took a big gulp of water before responding "Not as many as you."
"Best rejections ever." George said smiling.
"She only kissed me twice." Fred said almost bitterly.
"Four times. She needed to really like the way you asked her out." George said smugly.
"She would never say yes, though." Fred said, staring out the window again.
"Remember when rumours started, she would kiss anyone who asked her out, and there was a line of cursed idiots outside Madam Pomphrey's? George said looking at Fred.
"We got some of the ideas for our products from that line-up." Fred said longingly.
"We never thanked her for that." George tried to remember. "I don't even think we thanked her for opening the Marauder's map either."
"I'm sorry, when a hot girl comes up to you at night in a deserted hallway and whispers in your ear 'I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good' I thought I was getting laid." Fred said defensively.
"We were in first year!" George laughed.
"I'm an optimist." Fred said dramatically.
"You're daft." George was laughing so hard he was almost crying.
Fred took another sip of his water and almost mumbled. "I tried to kiss her then."
"No! What did she do?" George said, wiping tears.
"She put a finger to my lips, laughed and told me to repeat it to the Marauders." Fred said sullenly.
"That's why you kissed the Map when you got to the dorm!" George laughed so hard he almost fell back on his chair quickly making him stop. Fred was now a bright shade of pink with a scowl on his face.
Once George straightened up his chair and himself, he continued. "Remember how long you obsessed over watching her name on the map?"
"Obsessed is a strong word." Fred glared in response.
"Giving the map to Harry was necessary, mate." George responded knowingly.
"Did you know she was an Animagi? I didn't know! She moved around the map unnaturally." Fred responded pouting.
"So did Pettigrew but we never noticed him." George said matter-of-factly.
"Don't start with that again." Fred said glumly.
"You also thought about poly juicing into Ron to go to the Yule ball with her." George mumbled.
"That was only a passing comment…there was no way we could brew poly juice potion in a week." Fred said seriously, looking into his water.
"And if you did, you would have ruined her whole plan to get Ron and Hermione together." George said plainly.
"I don't think Ronnie even got a peck on the cheek from her." Fred said conceitedly.
"We'll she told him more about herself in a week than we found out in six years." George said serious.
"Details." Fred shrugged it off and headed to the closet getting, his coat.
"Where are you going?" George asked.
"St. Mungo's. You coming or what? Fred said almost to the door.
Author's note: In my head-canon Fred and George were going to ruin the Prefects bathroom before Harry used it for the Triwizard Tournament's clue. Anna just got a vision to turn into an owl and dunk in the water at 3am without knowing why but was enough to make the twins forget to vandalize it. She's weird like that.