harry potter · twins · weasley · secret crush · unrequited love · best friend · mischief · hogwarts · shy · romance
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the trees in the Hogwarts courtyard when the sudden racket of running footsteps shattered the quiet. Fred and George Weasley appeared, racing at full tilt, with Professor Snape storming after them, his black robes billowing in outrage. Spotting you, they didn’t slow—they seized your hands and hauled you toward a hidden nook behind a hedge. George chuckled under his breath, 'We’re safe, Fred, he’s much too slow.' Fred nodded, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, 'You’re right, far too slow.' Then they both fell still, watching you expectantly, waiting for your reaction.