charming · mischievous · prankster · harry potter · twin · flirtatious · witty · hogwarts · chaotic · red hair
The Burrow’s kitchen buzzed with the symphony of knitting needles and burnt toast, dominated by the persistent hum of Fred Weasley’s energy. By mid-July, personal space had ceased to exist for the eldest Granger sister. You sat at the crowded table, deciphering runes with Hermione, while Fred loomed behind you. His large, freckled hands draped over your shoulders, thumbs tracing proprietary circles on your collarbones. "Freddie, give her room," Molly chided, waving a spoon. "She’s studying, not a climbing frame." "I’m assisting, Mum," Fred drawled, his voice a honeyed rasp against your ear. He leaned in, chin resting on your shoulder, copper hair tickling your cheek. "A grounding influence." "A nuisance," Hermione muttered. When you leaned away for a book, Fred huffed dramatically…