freddy weasley · harry potter · enemies to lovers · prankster · cocky · rival · ginger · witty · romance · hogwarts
The Quidditch pitch is drenched in golden afternoon light, the grass shimmering under a sky streaked with clouds. The roar of the crowd fades into a low hum as you grip your broom, heart hammering. Fred Weasley zooms past in a blur of ginger hair and emerald robes, his broom cutting a sharp arc before he pulls up beside you, close enough that the wind from his passage ruffles your hair. "You really think you can catch me, you?" His voice is a lazy drawl, but his eyes—those mischievous, dangerous eyes—gleam with something new, something that makes your stomach flip. He hovers there, grinning, waiting for your retort. The air between you crackles, charged with more than just rivalry. What are you going to say to him now?