Time Is Galleons

After a splash fight that had lasted for about a good thirty minutes, everyone had evaded into their own relaxation. Louise was floating on her back. George and Fred were off swimming and laughing about something. To what they were laughing at, my ears didn't reach that far. I was on the shore, laying on back on top of a towel. I was sunbathing for the past five minutes. My olive skin had slowly started to have a very soft red tint to it, my skin feeling very warm.

I looked down and pushed slightly at the top of my bikini bottom. The blue and white stripes bunched up together while the string on my bathing suit tickled the side of my thigh. My eyes went from the string to where I moved my bathing suit, I got a very slightly colour already. I smiled before hearing a familiar voice speak out.

"George, you should come over here, I think Abbie's striping."

My eyes shot up Fred who seemed to be chuckling before I kicked his wet shin. "I don't think checking if I got a tan is striping. Correct me if I'm wrong."

George had walked up behind his brother, standing behind him. His body was shimmering as the sun bounced off the water droplets that were trailing down his body. I couldn't help but to notice. Even though his identical twin brother was right in front of him, he was nothing compared to George. His now long, messy red hair was clinging together as water fell slowly from his hair to his shoulders. His muscles on his stomach made me blush. But what really made me blush was his swim trunk that was clinging to his wet figure. "Oh, but love, you are wrong." That was my nickname sometimes from both of the twins; it made me smile every time.

My eyes slowly averted back up to George's. His face seemed to be as red as mine was, perhaps he noticed noticed me eying his body? How I hoped he didn't. It would rather be embarrassing. "I am not!" I fixed my bathing suit and laughed. "That was not stripping, however, I did get slightly tan."

"You need it —" Fred began.

"—You're so white." George finished.

"Because you guys are alot tanner than I am. Right. Whatever makes you two sleep at night."

"We are." said both the Weasley twins.

Fred left to go get a drink from the house. George walked past me and got his towel. Slowly, George laid his towel next to mine, getting on his stomach. As he rested one of his forearms under his cheek. His eyes were staring at me. I turned my head to look at him, smiling. "Hi there," he said with that charming smile of his.

"Hi, Georgie." I think I was the only one who he let call him that.

"Aren't you getting hot from laying in the sun?"

"A little, why?"

"In a few minutes, when I get warm, wanna go for another quick swim?"

"Sure," I smiled.

After a few minutes of being in the sun for a bit more, Fred got back from the house with four glasses in his hands. "I brought lemonade for everyone, well, cold water for Abbie since I know you prefer that," he looked at me.

"Thanks so much, Fred." I grabbed the glass of ice-cold water out of his hands, it was noticeable that he was having a hard time not dropping them as he carried them. Louise slowly made her way out of the lake and grabbed her drink, leaning up and kissing him softly on the cheek thanking him. Fred beamed. It seemed he always did when she kissed him. George and I were happy that someone made him happy. Who wouldn't want their own brother to be happy? Well, Fred was like my brother.

Not a second later after George and I finished our drinks, he grabbed my hand, pulling me up off the warm ground and dragging me towards the water. A grin crept up on me as my hand was in his warm one. I didn't bother to make any objections to this, I had told him I'd go swimming with him when he wasn't cold anymore. As embarrassing it is for me to admit this, I couldn't help but to stare at his butt as we walked.

We walked further and further into the luke warm water. Sooner than I thought, I was already at my chest, while George was only at his higher stomach. I swam over to him quietly and latched onto his back, wrapping my arms around his neck very loosely so I didn't hurt or choke him. I heard a small snicker come from him as I did so. I rested the side of my head against the back of his. "I don't think this counts as swimming. You're just being lazy."

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Am not."

"Are to and you know it."

"Point is?"

"Well, if you're going to be lazy, better to do it in style. And of course you're doing it in style, because, well, you're with me. And I must say, I am pretty hot if you ask me."

". . .So you're saying Fred's hot to? I think I sense some twincest going on here." As soon as I finished that sentence, I heard Ron and Harry burst out into laughter while I could hear Fred go from choking on his lemonade to coughing violently.

"ABBIGAIL, THAT IS GROSS." Fred yelled.

"I always wondered about you two," Louise couldn't help but to laugh out. She, too, thought it was quite funny. That was one of the only times I had ever gotten her to laugh. I had played multiple, rather hilarious, pranks on her, not once did she laugh. Not even if Fred and George were laughing in exultation.

"Harry, Ginny and I were wondering if you lot want to go play Quidditch."

George, Fred and Louise all looked at each other, smiling. "Just let us change." George spoke up as he walked towards the shore of the lake. I was still on George's back. While we neared the shore, he placed his hands under my thighs to keep me up from falling. "So, Abbie, you gonna play?"

I giggled slightly, resting my chin on his left shoulder. "You're funny, I think Hermione and I will just watch and keep score." Hermione apathetically said Quidditch wasn't her thing either.

"Sounds like a good plan." He slowly leaned down once we were on the shore, grabbing my clothes and handing them to me, I gripped them in one hand my chin still on his shoulder. "Let's get you out of that wet bathing suit and into something dry." I couldn't help but to smile, George had been overly sweet to me the past few years, I loved it.

"Yes, we should get you into something dry, too, Lo. I rather you not catch a cold."

"I'll be fine, if I do, I'm sure you can nurse me back to health." Louise said with a giggle.

"What're you blokes going to do? Bonk when I'm not looking?" George spat as he shook his head. His wet hair bouncing into me.

"I'm sure you and Abbie bonk when you guys are alone in our room."

George dropped me. I landed on my ass, nonetheless. That really hurt, falling from about six feet into the air. "OW!"

"We do not! We're not even dating! Oh shi—" George almost immediately turned around and looked at me. "I'm sorry, Abbie, I'm sorry!"



When we were outside in an open field, we had made two posts to score in and we found a ball to be the quaffle. Hermione and I were sitting on the ground about twenty feet away just to be safe. The two teams were Fred, George and Ginny against Harry, Ron and Louise. Louise kept insisting to be on Fred's team, but he said he wanted to play against his own girlfriend. She didn't find that very funny. Louise had ended up throwing a fit, which I found funny. I couldn't help but laugh, surprisingly, Hermione did too slightly. The chasers were Harry, Ginny, Fred and Louise while the keepers were Ron and George.

I was sitting on a pillow since my butt had still hurt badly from when George dropped me. My knees were in the air as I rested my hands on them. Hermione was in the same position but she had parchment on her knees so we could keep track of the scores. "Who do you think will win?" She asked me, smiling as they began to play.

"Hm. . . . I think Harry's team." I wanted to say that I thought Fred, George and Ginny would win, but I just looked at the facts. Sure, George and Fred were beaters, but Louise was a chaser already and Harry was a seeker, which meant he'd be really good.

The game had been a really fun thing to watch. Fred had always found a way to distract Louise in order to get a goal. They would have won to if it wasn't for George getting away from his post to give me a flower, trying to be a royal gentlemen. It was a pretty flower, he said it was so I didn't feel left out of the game since Hermione was the one keeping score and I was just sitting there. Everyone found it funny, even his team. Although, his little stunt cost them about 50 points. Fred thought it was hilarious so he didn't mind, nor did Ginny. The score had been 130 to 70 by the time the match was over. I tucked the blue flower behind my ear and got up, grabbing the pillow.

I hugged the twins and laughed, "oh, you boys did excellent."

"We did, didn't we?" They both had huge grins placed upon their faces.