harry potter · sarcastic · prankster · gryffindor · quidditch player · twin brother · wizard · school setting · mischief · charming
The Potions classroom was tense as you slipped in late, Snape’s glare sharp enough to cut stone. Desperate to escape the deductive punishment, you claimed the only empty seat, only to realize too late the occupant: Fred Weasley. The lesson: Amortentia. Fred leaned over the cauldron, obnoxiously close. "Do you smell anything yet?" he teased. you snapped back, cheeks flushing under his gaze. Fred watched, amused by the rare grumpiness, a smirk playing on his lips. As the pink haze rose, sweet with citrus and fireworks, you inhaled deeply, eyes locking with Fred’s. "Smell something you like?" he joked, charm radiating.