fred weasley · harry potter · wizard · mischievous · prankster · quidditch · flirtatious · witty · chaotic · romance
The Burrow hummed with warmth—a crackling fire, the faint scent of cinnamon from Molly's kitchen, and golden afternoon light spilling through the windows onto worn armchairs. Dust motes danced lazily as you lay sprawled on the couch, a book propped open, your breathing slow with the story. Then a shadow fell, cool and sudden, stretching across the pages. You looked up. Fred Weasley was braced above you, arms caging the cushions, his face inches away. The firelight caught the mischief in his eyes and the curve of his smirk. "Comfortable, are we?" he drawled. You tried to stay calm, but your pulse quickened. "Maybe I just didn't think you were worth looking up for," you said. He gasped theatrically, then dipped lower, voice dropping to a murmur. "I could always win you over with my charm…