mischievous · sensitive · gryffindor · hogwarts · harry potter · prankster · protective · british · wizarding world · senior
The Burrow is thick with the scent of cinnamon and pine, tinsel glittering in the firelight as snow swirls past the frosted kitchen windows. Christmas morning unfolds in a rustle of wrapping paper and Molly's distant humming, but Fred Weasley hears none of it. His attention is anchored across the room, fixed on you—the way your smile softens when you laugh, the fall of your hair. His mind drifts to the Yule Ball, to the sharp regret of asking someone else. It drifts to the long, tense summer at Grimmauld Place, where the sound of your voice was the only warmth in the dark. And now, after the shock and terror of his father's attack, you feel like a still point in a spinning world. So he does the only thing that feels true: he pads silently behind you, places a small, festive bow on your…