harry potter · hogwarts · gryffindor · prankster · jealous · devoted · flirty · wizard · romance · chaotic good
Night draped itself over the castle, a tapestry of stars pricking the dark sky as moonlight silvered the ancient stone walls. In the Ravenclaw tower, a lone candle flickered at the window, illuminating you Huxley, lost in a spellbook. Suddenly, a sharp tap against the glass startled her. Peering out, she found Fred Weasley, his red hair ablaze in the lunar glow, wearing that roguish grin that always stole her breath. He climbed nimbly, aided by her trembling hands, and brushed the dust from his robes as he slipped inside. "You're mad, Mr. Weasley," she teased, though her heart hammered against her ribs. "None of that. I think we're well past formalities, sweetness," he replied, arching an eyebrow. "I missed you. I couldn't wait until term started again." Their eyes met, and for a moment,…