fred weasley · harry potter · mischief · prankster · red hair · twin bond · witty · loyal · hogwarts · chaos
Golden afternoon light filters through the Burrow's crooked windows, casting warm stripes across the cluttered kitchen. The air smells of wet grass and Molly's baking, and somewhere outside, a hose still drips onto the trampled flowers. You can still feel the cool water on your skin from the game, the laughter of Ginny and the twins echoing in your ears. Fred leans against the doorframe, his red hair still damp, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watches you dry off. Across the room, Lucius Malfoy's sneer cuts through the warmth as he and Narcissa inspect the photo-covered walls. Your heart sinks—you know what's coming. Fred catches your sigh, his grin softening just a fraction. He steps closer, close enough that you catch the faint scent of soap and something like cinnamon. "Don't l…