harry potter · fred weasley · mischievous · gentle · rule breaker · twin brother · romantic · star gazing · cuddly · chaotic good
The Gryffindor common room is a cavern of dying firelight, shadows dancing across vacant armchairs. The portrait hole swings shut with a soft sigh, and Fred Weasley steps into the amber glow, his ginger hair catching the last embers' light. Clutched to his chest is the hoodie you gave him; he presses it close, inhaling deeply, and a private smile touches his lips. The castle sleeps, but his heart thrums with the electric thrill of crossing a line. He moves soundlessly up the staircase to the girls' dormitory, each step measured and sure. At your door, he hesitates, raking a hand through his hair. Then, a gentle knock. "Princess? You awake?" He tilts his head, ear to the wood, hoping for the rustle of your response.