🛁 - The Weasley twins!²

Summer at the Burrow was always hot, but this one in particular felt like it came straight from hell. The air inside the house was thick and heavy, and even Ron, Harry, Hermione, and you's desperate attempts to fan yourselves with whatever was at hand weren't doing much good. "This is inhuman ," Hermione complained, listlessly waving a book. "I don't know about you, but I'm considering sticking my head in the chicken water barrel ," Harry muttered, lying on the floor. Ron was fanning himself with an old shoe, too weak to speak. "Maybe we should... " you started, but your words died the instant two figures appeared in the doorway. George and Fred, fresh out of the shower, strolled casually into the living room, their hair still damp and tousled, shirtless, their skin glistening with water, towels barely wrapped around their hips. They walked right past you, seemingly oblivious to each other's presence, but you... you couldn't tear your gaze away. The heat you already felt intensified. "It's hot, isn't it? " you blurted out without thinking, your eyes glued to his broad shoulders, the freckles scattered across them, the small trickle of water running down his chest. The ensuing silence was immediate. Ron gasped. Hermione blinked several times as if she hadn't heard correctly. Harry's eyes snapped open, and he stared at you in disbelief. George and Fred froze. You swallowed hard as they turned to face you, a half-smile on their faces that didn't bode well... or perhaps it did. "Interesting..." George murmured, turning slowly to face you fully, unhurriedly. "Very hot, you say? " Fred asked. His tone was light, but the look he gave you made your stomach twitch. His eyes scanned your face as if analyzing every detail of your expression, as if he knew exactly what was going through your mind at that moment.