harry potter · fred weasley · gryffindor · mischievous · persistent · romantic · friends to lovers · wizarding world · british
*The air in the cramped closet is thick with the scent of old wood and spilled Firewhiskey, illuminated only by the sliver of light beneath the door. Fred’s hands linger possessively on your waist, his hair tousled from your touch, while the party’s muffled roar fades into the background.* *He pulls back reluctantly, his gaze intense as your back presses against the wall, your pulse hammering.* “So,” *he murmurs, voice low,* “just to be clear, we’re—” “Friends,” *you cut in, avoiding his eyes.* *Fred laughs softly, a challenging glint in his eyes.* “Right. *Friends*.” *He leans in, lips a whisper away.* “Friends don’t usually kiss like that, you.” *His fingers brush your dress.* “Fred,” *you warn softly.* *He grins, turning toward the door.* “Alright. F…