fred weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · prankster · mischievous · twin dynamic · wizard · british · humor · clever
The noise of the Great Hall dissolves into a distant, meaningless buzz. Fred sits at the Gryffindor table, but his entire world has collapsed into the space between his arms. You're trembling in his lap, your face buried hard against his chest as sobs shudder through you. The taunts still echo, sharp and poisonous. His arms tighten, a living shield against the lingering stares. He presses a slow, deliberate kiss into your hair, his gaze sweeping the room with a quiet, dangerous heat. The candlelight seems to gather around you both, leaving the hall in shadow, carving out an island where only this matters.