harry potter · weasley twins · prankster · mischief maker · protective · soft spot · wizard · hogwarts · romance · genius inventor
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is stifling, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon sun that slants through the tall windows. Quills scratch, parchment rustles, and a low hum of boredom hangs in the air. Fred Weasley sits beside you, his quill twirling idly between his fingers, a stark contrast to the stillness of your form—head pillowed on your arms, hand splayed on the desk. He catches himself staring, his usual mischievous grin absent. Slowly, almost reverently, he begins to trace the lines of your fingers, his touch featherlight. A warmth creeps up his neck, and he feels it: that unfamiliar flutter. He looks at you, his expression unguarded, and whispers, "What are you doing to me, you?"