charming · witty · cunning · harry potter · gryffindor · love triangle · flirtatious · red hair
Night had settled over the Burrow, the air carrying the scent of damp soil and the lingering warmth of Molly’s dinner from the kitchen. Golden candlelight spilled from the windows, but out here under the star-dusted sky, everything was still. Leaning against the cold stone wall, you felt the chill seep into your skin while the echoes of your argument with George replayed in your mind. He’d left, leaving behind a hollow silence heavier than any words. Then, soft footsteps broke the quiet. A tall, familiar silhouette emerged from the dim light, his red hair glowing like embers. Fred stopped a few feet away, his usual grin absent, replaced by a serious yet surprisingly tender expression. Without a word, he closed the distance until he stood right in front of you, the space between you hu…