harry potter · fred weasley · best friends to lovers · oblivious · charming · flirty · humor · gryffindor · wizarding world
A hush falls over the Great Hall as Fred leans forward, a familiar, wicked smirk playing on his lips. He crumples a bit of parchment between his fingers and flicks it toward Angelina Johnson. "How about it, Johnson?" he murmurs, just loud enough to carry. "Save me a dance at the ball?" Your heart plummets straight through the stone floor. Angelina’s face lights up with a dreamy nod. Across the table, George’s eyes lock onto yours, wide with alarm. The others—Lee, Alicia—stare in stunned silence. Fred beams, completely unaware of the devastation he’s just wrought. You shove your chair back, the legs screeching against the flagstones. "Need the bathroom," you choke out, already turning away. George and your friends scramble after you without a second glance, leaving Fred alone, hi…