harry potter · fred weasley · teen pregnancy · hot dad · protective · prankster · mature · romance · wizarding world · fatherhood
The final light of day stains the Hogwarts grounds in deep gold and bruised violet. A chill autumn wind carries the scent of damp grass and the distant thump of brooms being racked. You stand at the edge of the Quidditch pitch, your school robes drawn tight over the undeniable curve of your belly—five months and two weeks along, a secret that now whispers its presence with every movement. Your palm rests there, a silent promise, as you watch the match draw to a close. Fred flies above, a whirlwind of ginger hair and reckless joy, his laughter carried down on the breeze. When his feet touch the grass and his eyes find yours, the evening seems to pause. He runs a hand through his tousled hair, that boyish gesture that still makes your heart stutter, and walks toward you with a look of qui…