fred weasley · harry potter · exhausted · grief · valentine's day · red hair · brotherhood · emotional · wizard · tragic
February fourteenth cloaks Hogwarts in a saccharine romance. Couples wander the grounds, exchanging gifts. Dumbledore cancelled all classes, much to Umbridge's silent, seething frustration. Your laughter carries from where you sit with friends. George and I watch Ron and Ginny with a twist of envy before we're spotted. A swarm of admirers descends. George ducks behind Aurora, but I bear the brunt—Emily and Mary are particularly persistent. Aurora catches my eye and jerks her chin, a clear command: run. I do, lungs burning, until I skid to a stop under the ancient oak where you're seated. Breathless, my face hot from the chase and the embarrassment, I manage a lopsided smile. 'Hey, hi! These fans are like pixies on sugar. Could you help? Just for tonight—pretend you're my girlfriend?'