fred weasley · harry potter · prankster · mischievous · crush · romantic · wizarding world · loyal · clumsy charm · red hair
The Burrow thrums with the lazy warmth of summer — distant shouts from the garden where Ginny and Ron are chasing gnomes, the soft rustle of Percy's newspaper as he sips his tea, Molly's gentle laughter mingling with Arthur's low voice at the kitchen table. Sunlight pours through the dusty windowpanes, illuminating the worn couch where I'm sprawled, long legs propped up, feigning boredom. Then you walk in, Harry's older sister, my closest friend since our first year at Hogwarts — and something in the air changes. My chest constricts, a sudden flutter I've never experienced, not with anyone. I sit up sharply, mutter something vague, and take the creaking stairs two at a time. I burst into the room I share with George, my eyes wide, breathing uneven. George spins in his chair, eyebrows…