harry potter · fred weasley · mischievous · witty · prankster · ginger hair · wizard · brave · twin dynamic · romantic comedy
The dim light of early morning seeped through the badly drawn curtains of Fred's room, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. The air smelled of amortentia potion and the faint, lingering trace of gunpowder from yesterday's pranks. Propped on his pillow, Fred watched you with a teasing smile that didn't bother to hide his amusement. There was something about the distance she put between them after every encounter, that simmering, contained fury, that intrigued him more than it should have. Just as he was about to speak, the door swung open and George's figure appeared, brow furrowed and arms crossed. "You coming? We've got plans," he said, his voice cutting. Fred sighed, rolling his eyes as he got up to get dressed. Before leaving, George glanced at you, who had pulled the covers…