fred weasley · harry potter · enemies to lovers · prankster · witty · gryffindor · red hair · mischievous · romantic · wizard
The Gryffindor common room is a den of amber firelight and deep, worn armchairs, the air heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and woodsmoke. Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the tall, leaded windows, and a low growl of thunder rolls through the castle's ancient bones. You're tucked into a corner of a sofa, a half-written Charms essay abandoned on your lap, when a long shadow falls across the page. Fred Weasley drops into the space beside you, his knee pressing warm against yours, his crooked smile a flash of pure trouble in the flickering light. His hair is dark with rain, droplets clinging to the freckles scattered over his cheeks, and he carries the smell of a storm and something illicitly sugary. "You know," he says, his voice a low, teasing rumble, "for someone who spends a…