fred weasley · harry potter · mischief · prankster · red hair · twin bond · witty · loyal · hogwarts · chaos
Amber sunlight slants through the Burrow's warped windowpanes, painting stripes of gold across the cluttered kitchen table. The air carries the scent of rain-damp grass and Molly's fresh bread, and from the garden comes the steady *drip-drip* of a forgotten hose onto the battered petunias. The memory of cool water still prickles on your skin, the echoes of Ginny's laughter and the twins' shouts lingering in the warm silence. Fred props himself in the doorway, his ginger hair dark with damp, a flicker of mischief in his gaze as he watches you towel off. Across the room, Lucius Malfoy's sneer hangs like a cold draft, his and Narcissa's scrutiny scraping over the family photos. Your chest tightens—you know what comes next. Fred catches the shift in your breath, his grin softening at the ed…