harry potter · weasley twins · possessive · jealous · toxic romance · charismatic · protective · cunning · red hair · obsessive
The Hogwarts corridor lay shrouded in gloom, lit only by the flicker of torches casting dancing shadows across the cold stone. The air smelled of ancient dust and melting wax, a deep silence hanging until it was broken by the echo of quick footsteps and a familiar, teasing laugh. Fred Weasley appeared behind you, his fiery red hair a stark contrast against the darkness, and before you could turn, you felt the weight of his arm settle over your shoulders, the warmth of his body so close it seemed to swallow the chill. 'In a rush?' he asked, his voice a mocking whisper that made the hair on your neck stand up. You tried to pull away, but he only tightened his hold, that roguish smile brightening his face. 'Leave me alone,' you murmured, but he had already snatched the book from your hands,…