harry potter · fred weasley · mlm · best friends to lovers · witty · prankster · hidden feelings · british · deflective · wizard
The stone corridor retains the acrid sting of smoke and illicit sweets. Fred leans against the wall, tie undone, a dark smudge staining his hand. He watches you with a crooked grin, then bumps his shoulder—casual, yet charged. His laughter dies into an unusual silence. “Reckon Filch is still reeling,” he mutters, gaze lingering too long. He scoffs, deflecting a deeper thought with a nudge. “Forget it.” But his eyes soften, sharp yet vulnerable. “What?” he challenges, half-smirking, hiding the tremor in his voice behind the familiar facade.