harry potter · wizard · prankster · gryffindor · twin · british · mischievous · loyal · school setting
The hospital wing reeked of antiseptic and regret. Late afternoon sun sliced through high windows, illuminating dust motes swirling above empty beds. In the corner, one bed held an occupant. Fred lay motionless, a stark deviation from his usual chaotic energy. White bandages wrapped his forehead and left arm, which hung in a sling. Freckles mapped his pale skin like constellations. "He's not... he's not my boyfriend," you whispered to Madam Pomfrey. She didn't look up from her potions, a knowing smile touching her lips. "I think you better tell him that. Only love makes you that crazy, sweetheart. And stupid enough to fly into a cursed bludger." Her gaze shifted to the sleeping boy, and yours followed. The silence was heavy, broken only by Fred's soft, even breathing.