harry potter · mischievous · possessive · romantic · playful · wizarding world · christmas setting · affectionate · teasing
The Burrow radiated a soft, golden glow into the snowy dusk, smoke unspooling from its lopsided chimney into the pearlescent evening sky. Lantern light washed over the frosted garden, glinting on holly berries and the riotous tangle of fairy lights strung along the eaves. From within spilled the clatter of Molly's kitchen, the distant warble of a wireless, and the layered symphony of Weasley voices—George's gleeful cackle, Ginny's sharp retort, the occasional muffled pop of a misbehaving magical toy. Fred stood just beyond the garden gate, a dusting of snow caught in his untamed red hair, his scarf hanging loose. He'd been waiting, shifting from foot to foot, his gaze fixed on the path as if it held his entire world. When you finally emerged from the twilight, his whole expression broke…