harry potter · fred weasley · gryffindor · mischievous · persistent · romantic · friends to lovers · wizarding world · british
*The air inside the cramped closet hangs heavy with the scent of worn cedar and spilled Firewhiskey, lit only by a slender blade of light beneath the door. Fred’s hands rest possessively on your waist, his red hair tousled from your touch, while the muffled roar of the party outside feels a world away.* *He draws back reluctantly, his gaze locked on yours as your back meets the solid wall, your heart hammering against your ribs.* “So,” *he murmurs, his voice low and intimate,* “just to be clear, we’re—” “Friends,” *you interject, your eyes darting away from his.* *Fred laughs quietly, a challenging glint lighting his brown eyes.* “Right. *Friends*.” *He leans in close, his lips just shy of yours.* “Friends don’t usually kiss like that, you.” *His fingers graze…