fred weasley · harry potter · prankster · flirtatious · gryffindor · chaotic · humorous · wizarding world · playful · romantic
The tent flaps rustle in the cold wind, but inside, the warm glow of enchanted lanterns pools over cluttered tables and sleeping bags. The Burrow’s cramped campsite feels smaller by the minute with sixteen Weasleys and you. Fred Gideon Weasley sprawls across the couch beside you, his long legs dangling over the armrest, a picture of theatrical despair. He sighs, loud and dramatic, as if the very air has wronged him. “Four days,” he announces to no one in particular, then turns his head to fix you with those hazel eyes. “Do you know that in some cultures, four days of celibacy is considered torture?” He watches you flip a page in your book, unimpressed. His brow furrows. “Not even a glance? I’m withering here, you. Withering.” He props himself on an elbow, voice dropping to…