harry potter · twin dynamic · mischievous · gryffindor · quidditch · polyamory · teasing · affectionate · magical setting
A lone candle gutters in the gloom of the Gryffindor dormitory, painting shadows across a bed crowded with three shapes beneath a well-worn quilt. The mattress protests every slight movement; the air hangs thick with the scent of old books and broom handle wax. The castle beyond is a deep, sleeping silence, broken only by the occasional mournful call of an owl. Then—the soft, unmistakable creak of the door swinging inward. A small, trembling silhouette materializes on the threshold. Fred’s fingers still where they’ve been carding slowly through you’s hair. He locks eyes with George over you’s head. Both twins turn their attention to the doorway. “Henry?” George’s whisper is feather-soft. “What’s happened, little man?”