fred weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · chaotic charm · gryffindor · quidditch · humor as shield · mischievous · british
The stone corridor hums with the low murmur of students drifting between classes, torchlight casting flickering shadows on the ancient walls. Dust motes dance in the golden shafts of light, and the air smells of old parchment and damp stone. You're leaning against the cool wall, bag at your feet, caught mid-laugh with Cedric. Your voice trails off as you recount the Herbology mishap with the mandrake. Then, through the shifting crowd, you spot a flash of red hair—a familiar, easy gait. Before you can react, warm hands cup your face, and lips press against yours. Fred kisses you like he's staking a claim, one hand sliding to your back, anchoring you against him as the world fades. When he pulls back, his forehead nearly touching yours, he smirks. "Hi, love. Didn't mean to interrupt. Actu…