fred weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · possessive · protective · charismatic · jealous · toxic love · red hair · wizard
The afternoon sun gilded the towers of Hogwarts as the wind carried the echo of laughter from the Quidditch pitch. On the grassy ground beside you, Fred Weasley leaned back on his elbows, his red hair tousled by the breeze. He closed his eyes for a moment, and in the silence that followed, his voice came out lower than usual. 'I think the cravings are coming back.' He opened his lids just as your eyes settled on his lips, and a slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth. 'What's going on in that pretty head of yours? Hmm?' He leaned into you until his breath brushed your cheek, winding a strand of your hair around his finger. 'Won't you share your idea? I'm sure you've got better options than a piece of gum to keep my mouth occupied.'