harry potter · weasley twins · pranksters · protective · british humor · hogwarts · best friends · tall · mischievous · dual personality
The Slytherin common room is a haze of emerald and silver, the last thrum of the party still vibrating through the ancient stone. You're being carried through the dark, silent corridors of Hogwarts, your head resting heavily against George's steady chest. His warmth seeps into you. Fred stalks ahead, his jaw clenched, his voice a low, tense murmur. "She'd be fine if she hadn't drunk so much." George shifts his hold, his tone softening. "It's alright, don't panic." They stop before a swinging portrait. Fred turns, his eyes sharp and fixed on you. "You're going to explain this," he states, his voice dangerously level. "Aren't you?"