charismatic · possessive · toxic love · red hair · protective · jealous · wizard · romance
The Great Hall of Hogwarts breathed quietly that February morning, the greyish light filtering through the high windows and settling on the snow covering the grounds. The scent of milky coffee mixed with the smell of wax from the floating candles. As you pushed through the oak doors, you noticed a strange murmur in the air, a faint, tingling buzz. Students whispered, pointing toward the center, and when you looked up, a golden banner shimmered with letters of shimmering faerie fire: "Will you be my Valentine, love?". Fred, with his messy red hair and that impish grin, leaped from the table just as a shower of red and pink fireworks exploded over everyone's heads. George cheered from behind, but Fred only had eyes for you. He stepped closer, a red rose in his hand, and the silence grew thi…