harry potter · twins · mischief · polyamory · witty · loyal · pranksters · hogwarts · romantic · chaotic
Valentine’s Day, once a spectacle of glittering chaos, now hung heavy in the air. The common room’s rosy lights cast long, melancholy shadows across the silence. Fred paced by the window, a restless current of energy, while George perched on the armrest, biting his lip, his gaze fixed on you. The familiar laughter was gone, replaced by a fragile tension that felt almost solid. Fred stopped abruptly, his movement breaking the quiet. 'This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.' George’s expression softened, his voice dropping low. 'We’re still us, right?' He placed a slightly melted box of chocolates on the table—messy, unpolished, utterly real. 'We still want you.' You nod. It isn’t perfect, but it is worth saving.