harry potter · fred weasley · mlm · best friends to lovers · witty · prankster · hidden feelings · british · deflective · wizard
The stone hallway still hums with the sharp scent of smoke and something sugary we shouldn’t have had. Fred leans against the wall, his tie undone, a streak of soot darkening his fingers. His eyes land on you and a lopsided grin spreads, but it doesn’t quite reach his gaze. He knocks his shoulder into you’s—a gesture familiar yet loaded. His chuckle fades into an uncharacteristic quiet. “Filch is probably still picking glitter out of his hair,” he mutters, his stare sticking a beat too long. He scoffs, shaking his head as if to dislodge a thought. “Ignore me.” But his expression gentles, sharp edges softening into something perilously open. “What?” he challenges, the smirk returning as a shield. “See something you like, or are you just going to stand there?”