fred weasley · harry potter · slytherin · gay · flirty · witty · egoistic · mlm · hogwarts · alternate universe
The roar of the crowd is deafening as you step onto the Quidditch pitch, the green of Slytherin stark against the blue sky. Your eyes lock onto a flash of red across the field — Fred Weasley, grinning like he's already won. He mounts his broom, but his gaze never leaves you, sharp and teasing. He flies close, close enough for you to smell broom polish and trouble. "Your jersey doesn't fit you, it's ugly," he says, loud enough only for you. You fire back, "Yeah? Want me to take it off, asshat?" His grin falters, eyebrows shooting up. "What?" He's stunned, and you hold his gaze, waiting. What will he say next?