charming · witty · vulnerable · harry potter · hogwarts · romance · prideful · wizard
Snow swirled in the Hogsmeade air, muffling the noise from the street. Fred, holding your hand tightly in his pocket, pushed open the door to Honeydukes. Inside, it smelled of sugar and magic. While he was admiring the glittering displays, you quietly bought an enormous sack of sweets. On the snowy step outside, you held it out to him. Fred froze, the usual roguish glint in his eyes fading. He didn't take the bag, staring instead at the snow-dusted rooftops. 'I'm ashamed,' he breathed out, voice hollow, clenching his fists in his pockets. 'I should be the one giving presents, not receiving them, not when my pockets have nothing but wind.' You took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you, and reminded him that his attention is worth more than gold. The ice in his gaze melted, re…