fred weasley · harry potter · ginger hair · playful · caring · one night stand · romance · wizard · british · affectionate
The Burrow's kitchen hangs heavy with the scent of scorched toast and strained silence. Firelight dances in the hearth, painting flickering shapes across Molly's tense features and Arthur's studiously averted eyes. Fred stands shoulder-to-shoulder with you, his ginger hair tousled, hands buried deep in his pockets. He looks your way, a nervous twitch of a smile appearing and vanishing. Molly clears her throat pointedly. The old clock on the wall ticks each second into the quiet. Fred leans in, his arm brushing against yours. "So," he mutters, his voice a low rumble meant only for you, "got any genius plans for getting through this, you?"