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Fred and George sat in their room, staring out the window, frustrated at the sight of the perfect weather for Quidditch. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and all they could think about was the game they weren’t allowed to play. It wasn’t fair. Their parents had gone out for the night, leaving Percy in charge, and of course, their ever-uptight older brother had immediately shot down their plans to go outside.

“He’s such a bore,” Fred muttered, tossing a Quaffle from one hand to the other. “We’re grounded, not imprisoned. It’s just a bit of Quidditch.”

“Yeah, well, you know Percy,” George replied with a shrug, leaning back on the bed. “He’d rather polish his Head Boy badge than let us have any fun.”

Fred chuckled softly but then frowned, deep in thought. “When’s the last time Percy even laughed? I mean, really laughed?”

George raised an eyebrow, considering the question. “Honestly? I don’t think he can.”

Fred’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, the gears in his mind already turning. “Well,” he said slowly, a grin spreading across his face, “I think it’s time we found out.”

George caught on quickly, his own grin mirroring Fred’s. “You’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking, are you?”

“Oh, I am,” Fred replied, standing up. “Let’s see if our dear older brother is ticklish.”

The twins exchanged a knowing look, and without another word, they bounded out of their room, quietly making their way to the living room, where Percy sat stiffly in an armchair, engrossed in a thick book. His posture was as rigid as ever, his nose buried in the pages, completely oblivious to the fact that his younger brothers were about to unleash their latest scheme.

Fred and George exchanged a quick glance, confirming their plan without needing to speak. Then, in one swift move, they pounced. Percy barely had time to register what was happening before Fred and George tackled him out of the chair, sending the book flying.

“Wha—what are you doing?” Percy spluttered, his glasses askew as he tried to push the twins off. “Get off me this instant!”

But Fred and George were determined. They wrestled Percy to the floor, pinning him down despite his protests. Fred quickly straddled Percy’s waist while George sat on Percy’s knees, grinning down at their older brother, who glared up at them with a mix of irritation and confusion.

“This is ridiculous!” Percy snapped, trying to wriggle free. “You’re both going to be in so much trouble when Mum and Dad get home!”

“Maybe,” Fred said with a smirk, “but right now, we’ve got more important things to do.”

George nodded in agreement. “Yeah, like figuring out if you can actually laugh.”

Percy’s eyes widened, realization dawning on him as Fred’s fingers hovered menacingly over his ribs. “Don’t you dare,” Percy warned, his voice tight, but there was a flicker of uncertainty behind his stern tone.

“Oh, we dare,” Fred replied, wiggling his fingers playfully. Then, without further delay, Fred dug his fingers into Percy’s ribs, starting a relentless tickling assault on his sides.

Percy jerked at the sensation, clamping his mouth shut as he bit down on his tongue, determined not to give the twins the satisfaction of hearing him laugh. He squirmed beneath Fred, his face growing redder as he tried to maintain his composure.

“C’mon, Percy,” Fred teased, his fingers dancing along Percy’s ribs with practiced ease. “You know you want to laugh.”

Meanwhile, George had taken up the task of tickling Percy’s feet. He pulled off Percy’s shoes, holding his ankles in place as he began dragging his fingers along the soles, lightly at first, then applying more pressure as Percy’s toes curled instinctively.

Percy’s entire body tensed as he struggled to stay silent, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. But the combined efforts of Fred tickling his ribs and George tormenting his feet were becoming too much. His squirming became more frantic, and he let out a sharp exhale, his lips twitching as he fought to keep control.

“Almost there,” George said cheerfully, continuing his attack on Percy’s feet, his fingers dancing across the sensitive skin. “We’re getting close!”

Fred grinned. “You’re putting up a good fight, Perce, but we all know how this ends.”

Percy’s resolve was slipping fast. He could feel the laughter building in his chest, threatening to break free. His body was betraying him, his sides aching from both the tickling and the effort to hold it in. And then, finally, it happened.

Percy broke.

It started as a stifled chuckle, but once the dam broke, there was no stopping it. Laughter poured out of him in uncontrollable bursts, loud and desperate. Percy’s body shook as he gasped for breath, completely at the mercy of his younger brothers. His face flushed with embarrassment, but there was no denying it—he was laughing.

“There it is!” Fred exclaimed triumphantly, not relenting as he continued to tickle Percy’s ribs. “I knew he could do it!”

“Sounds like someone’s having fun after all!” George added, grinning as he switched up his technique, now lightly scratching along Percy’s arches.

Percy’s laughter was wild and breathless, his protests drowned out by the sound of his own giggling. “S-stop! Please!” he managed to choke out between bouts of laughter, but the twins were relentless.

After a few more moments of merciless tickling, Fred and George finally switched places. George moved up to tickle Percy’s ribs and sides, while Fred gleefully took over tickling Percy’s feet. The switch in tactics only prolonged Percy’s laughter, his body writhing beneath them as he desperately tried to escape their grasp.

“It’s nice to see you laugh for a change, Perce,” Fred said with a grin, his fingers expertly running along the arches of Percy’s feet.

“Yeah, who knew our brother was actually human?” George added, poking Percy’s sides with precise, teasing jabs.

Percy, completely exhausted and out of breath, could do nothing but laugh uncontrollably. His stern, uptight exterior had completely crumbled under the twins' attack, and for once, he wasn’t in control. For Fred and George, it was a rare and satisfying sight—seeing their older brother so undone, so unguarded, so… human.

After what felt like an eternity, the twins finally took mercy on Percy and stopped tickling him. They collapsed onto the floor beside him, all three of them panting and flushed.

Percy, still catching his breath, shot them both a glare, but it lacked any real venom. “You two are impossible,” he muttered, his voice hoarse from laughing.

Fred and George exchanged a smug look, clearly pleased with themselves. “We prefer to think of ourselves as dedicated,” Fred said.

“Very dedicated,” George added with a grin.

Percy sighed, but despite himself, he couldn’t help but smile. And as much as he hated to admit it, it was nice to laugh like that, even if it was at the hands of his mischievous brothers.

For now, though, he’d let them have their fun.

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The Burrow was lively as always during dinner, with chatter filling the room as the Weasley family gathered around the long, worn wooden table. Bill had brought his girlfriend Fleur over for the evening, and much of the conversation revolved around them, with Mrs. Weasley gushing about wedding plans and asking Fleur endless questions. Fred and George, usually the life of the table, were unusually quiet, boredom creeping in as the discussion dragged on.

Fred shot George a look across the table, raising an eyebrow, clearly searching for a way to entertain themselves. George smirked but gave a subtle shake of his head, indicating that now wasn’t the time for one of their larger pranks. But Fred’s attention soon shifted to Percy, who sat rigidly beside him, listening to the conversation with that familiar air of self-importance.

The corners of Fred’s mouth twitched into a mischievous grin. Under the table, Fred gave Percy’s shin a light kick. Percy’s head snapped toward Fred with a disapproving frown, though he said nothing, returning his focus to the conversation as though Fred hadn’t just tried to start something.

A few moments passed, and then Fred felt a retaliatory kick against his ankle. He bit back a grin. Percy had taken the bait.

Fred, never one to back down, kicked him again. Percy, not willing to let his younger brother get the better of him, kicked back. It became a silent back-and-forth, the kicks increasing in intensity as neither brother was willing to let the other win.

But Fred had other plans. When Percy delivered his next kick, Fred was ready. He swiftly caught Percy’s ankle under the table, trapping it before his older brother could pull it back.

Percy stiffened in his chair, shooting Fred a warning glare from across the table. "Fred, what—" he began to whisper, but Fred only grinned, his hand moving down to Percy’s foot, fingers wrapping around his ankle.

Without missing a beat, Fred tugged at Percy’s sock, pulling it off with practiced ease, revealing his bare foot. Percy’s eyes widened, a look of silent horror crossing his face as he realized what Fred was planning.

Fred, still grinning like the cat who caught the canary, wasted no time. He began running his fingers lightly up and down the sole of Percy’s foot, dragging them along the sensitive arch. Percy’s leg twitched immediately, and he tried to jerk his foot back, but Fred had a firm grip on his ankle, keeping it trapped beneath the table.

“Fred,” Percy hissed through clenched teeth, trying to keep his voice low enough that no one else would hear. His face flushed as he attempted to maintain composure. “Stop it.”

Fred, of course, had no intention of stopping. His fingers continued their torturous path along Percy’s sole, moving in slow, deliberate strokes up and down, from the heel to the ball of his foot. Percy’s toes curled instinctively, trying to shield himself from the onslaught, but it was no use. Fred’s fingers found their way underneath his toes, lightly scratching at the sensitive skin there.

Percy bit down on the inside of his cheek, trying desperately to suppress the laughter that was threatening to bubble up. His body was tense, his grip on his fork tightening as he struggled to remain composed. But the sensation was unbearable, Fred’s fingers expertly tormenting every ticklish spot on his foot. Percy’s leg twitched again, and he fought the urge to kick out or pull his foot away—doing so would only attract attention, and the last thing he wanted was to create a scene at the dinner table.

Fred’s fingers moved back down to the arch of Percy’s foot, tracing slow circles around the instep. Percy clenched his jaw, his shoulders stiffening as he tried to focus on anything but the maddening tickling sensation. He was starting to lose the battle—his lips were twitching, his body was trembling slightly, and Fred could see it all. He knew Percy was on the verge of breaking.

George, catching on to what was happening, gave Fred a subtle nod of approval from across the table, his grin wide as he watched the silent war unfold. The rest of the family remained blissfully unaware, continuing their conversation with Bill and Fleur, while Percy fought to hold himself together.

Fred’s fingers moved back to the area beneath Percy’s toes, lightly tickling the sensitive skin there, and that was almost enough to push Percy over the edge. His foot twitched violently in Fred’s grip, but Fred held firm, continuing to run his fingers along the undersides of Percy’s toes, then back up to the ball of his foot.

Percy’s entire body was tense now, and he bit down on his lower lip, his cheeks flushed with the effort of holding back his laughter. Fred could see it—the cracks in Percy’s composure—and he was enjoying every second of it.

Finally, Percy couldn’t take it anymore. His leg jerked slightly, and he had to bite his lip even harder to stop a laugh from escaping his throat. His eyes darted around the table, praying that no one would notice his struggle. But Fred, ever the master of mischief, continued his assault on Percy’s foot, fingers dancing across the sole with relentless precision.

Percy leaned forward slightly, trying to disguise the movement as him adjusting his seat, but in reality, he was desperately trying to dislodge Fred’s grip. He wanted to kick out, to pull his foot away, but the risk of drawing attention was too great. He was trapped.

Fred’s fingers slowed for a moment, as if to give Percy a false sense of relief, before quickly resuming their ticklish path up and down his arch. Percy squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second, barely holding back the laughter that was now dangerously close to escaping.

Fred finally eased up, giving Percy a moment to breathe. But not before leaning in slightly and whispering, just loud enough for Percy to hear,

“Nice to see you squirm, Perce.”

Percy shot Fred a murderous glare, but his relief was palpable as Fred let go of his ankle, finally freeing him from the ticklish torment. Percy quickly pulled his foot back, hastily slipping his sock back on under the table, all while trying to maintain a sense of dignity.

Dinner continued as if nothing had happened, the rest of the family still engrossed in their conversation. But Percy, now hyper-aware of Fred sitting beside him, couldn’t help but feel like the twins were always one step ahead of him.

Fred, grinning from ear to ear, shot Percy one final, triumphant glance. Percy, still trying to recover, couldn’t help but think to himself that Fred and George would always find a way to make his life just a little more chaotic.

But even he had to admit, albeit begrudgingly, that there was something almost amusing about it.

Almost.

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Percy had been sleeping soundly, wrapped up in his blanket, when suddenly, his peaceful morning was shattered by the unmistakable thud of two bodies crashing onto his bed.

“Morning, Perce!” Fred called out with way too much enthusiasm for the early hour.

Percy barely had time to groan and open his eyes before Fred and George launched themselves onto him, their combined weight causing the bed to creak under the pressure. They landed with a thud, their mischievous grins making it clear that they had been planning this for some time.

“Get off me!” Percy tried to protest, but the twins were already in full attack mode, grabbing his blanket and wrestling him to the floor in a chaotic tangle of limbs.

Before Percy could react, he found himself being rolled up like a human burrito, his blanket tightly wrapped around him as Fred and George worked with surprising coordination. Percy struggled, but with his arms trapped inside the blanket, there was little he could do. His head stuck out from one end of the blanket, while his bare feet were exposed at the other, helpless and completely vulnerable.

“Fred, George—stop this at once!” Percy demanded, his voice rising in panic as he realized what was coming next. “I’m serious, don’t—”

But Fred and George were already grinning like madmen, ignoring Percy’s pleas as they each grabbed hold of one of his ankles.

“Hold still, Perce,” Fred said with a smirk, tightening his grip on Percy’s right ankle. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

“Well, not too much,” George added with a wicked grin, gripping Percy’s left ankle firmly.

Before Percy could protest further, Fred’s fingers began their merciless attack, running up and down the sole of Percy’s right foot with rapid, teasing strokes. George followed suit on the left, his fingers scratching lightly at the arch and the ball of Percy’s foot. The ticklish sensation shot through Percy’s body like a jolt of electricity, and within seconds, his entire body convulsed in uncontrollable laughter.

“HAHAHAHA! STOP IT! STOP!” Percy cried out, his face already turning red from the effort of trying to wriggle free, but Fred and George were unrelenting. Percy’s laughter filled the room as he twisted and thrashed within his blanket prison, but with his arms wrapped tightly in the burrito, there was no escape.

Fred’s fingers worked methodically, tracing along the length of Percy’s foot, flicking under his toes, and scratching at the tender arch. Percy’s toes curled instinctively, trying to shield himself, but Fred was too quick. George, meanwhile, focused his attention on the ball of Percy’s left foot, his fingers dancing along the sensitive skin as Percy’s body bucked and squirmed beneath him.

“You’d think you’d be used to this by now, Perce,” Fred teased, his voice filled with amusement as Percy’s laughter became more desperate.

“Yeah, you make this too easy,” George added, digging his fingers into the soft arch of Percy’s left foot, causing him to let out another burst of helpless laughter.

Percy’s face was flushed, tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks as he tried in vain to wiggle out of their grasp. His feet twitched violently as Fred and George continued their ticklish onslaught, and the harder he tried to pull his feet away, the more relentless they became. He couldn’t even form words anymore—just gasps of laughter and breathless giggles as the tickling became unbearable.

“P-PLEASE—HAHAHAHA—STOP!” Percy finally managed to wheeze between gasps, his body trembling with exhaustion as the tickling pushed him to his limit.

Fred and George exchanged a look, clearly enjoying every second of their older brother’s torment, but after a few more moments, they decided to show mercy. With one final tickle, Fred let go of Percy’s right ankle, and George followed suit, releasing his left.

Percy collapsed in a heap, still wrapped tightly in his blanket burrito, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. His face was bright red, and his body felt weak from the relentless tickling. He lay there, completely spent, his chest heaving as the laughter finally subsided.

Fred stood up, brushing his hands off with a satisfied grin. “Fred and George: four, Percy: zero,” he declared with mock seriousness, glancing over at George, who was grinning just as wide.

Percy groaned, too exhausted to offer any sort of comeback. His body still tingled from the aftereffects of the tickling, and his feet felt as if they were still twitching on their own. He managed to free one arm from the blanket, wiping the sweat from his brow as he glared up at his younger brothers.

“Two against one is not fair,” Percy muttered breathlessly, echoing the complaint he’d made the last time.

Fred chuckled, ruffling Percy’s hair. “Life’s not fair, Perce. Especially not when you’re up against us.”

George laughed, giving Percy’s foot one last playful poke, causing him to jolt again. “But look on the bright side, you’re getting a lot of practice losing.”

Percy glared at them, though there was no real heat in his gaze. He was too tired to argue, and deep down, as much as he hated to admit it, he knew that they were right. He had no chance against the two of them, especially when they worked together. But that didn’t mean he was going to let them off easy next time.

As Fred and George sauntered out of the room, leaving Percy still bundled up in his blanket on the floor, Percy sighed, rolling his eyes.

Fred and George: Three. Percy: Zero.