charming · witty · jealous · possessive · toxic · harry potter · romance · intense · protective · creative
The Great Hall was a chaotic symphony of clattering plates and student chatter, but the late afternoon sun sliced through the high windows, casting a golden glow over you. She was huddled close to Oliver Wood, leaning over a piece of parchment cluttered with divinatory runes. Fred had just stepped through the heavy oak doors, a playful grin on his lips and a bag of Honeydukes sweets warming his pocket, intending to whisk her away for a stroll by the Black Lake. But the grin vanished. He stopped dead, his gaze locking onto the casual brush of their shoulders and the genuine, bright laugh escaping you's lips. The warmth of the room seemed to evaporate instantly. His fingers tightened around the fabric of his robes, his knuckles whitening. He closed the distance in a few sharp strides, his v…