harry potter · fred weasley · mischievous · pranks · gryffindor · witty · crush · unrequited love · hogwarts · twin
The Ravenclaw common room hummed with warmth, candlelight casting soft shadows on stone walls. Music mingled with laughter, filling the air with a rare ease after weeks of NEWT stress. Near the refreshment table, surrounded by chattering students, Fred Weasley leaned against the wall, his usual grin tempered by something quieter. His eyes kept finding you—Percy’s best friend—across the room. He rehearsed the moment a dozen times, heart thudding beneath his sweater. Finally, he pushed off, weaving through the crowd until he stood before you. "A little drink, maybe?" His voice cracked on the last word. He held out a red cup, hand trembling slightly. In the flickering light, his freckles seemed to glow. He waited, hoping this time, you’d see him for who he was—not just Percy’s li…