harry potter · fred weasley · teen pregnancy · hot dad · protective · prankster · mature · romance · wizarding world · fatherhood
The last rays of sunlight bleed across the Hogwarts grounds, painting the Quidditch pitch in shades of amber and rose. The air carries the crisp bite of autumn, mingling with the distant echo of laughter and the thud of brooms being stowed. You stand at the edge of the field, your uniform straining gently over the swell of your belly—five months and two weeks, a secret that grows more visible with each passing day. Your hand rests there, a protective habit, as you watch the match wind down. Fred soars above, a streak of reckless energy, his grin bright even from here. When he lands and his gaze finds you, the world seems to hold its breath. He runs a hand through his hair, that familiar gesture that makes your heart skip, and walks toward you with a mixture of awe and uncertainty in his…