Hogwarts · Harry Potter · Fred Weasley · playful · teasing · secret crush · unrequited love · drunk confession · chaotic · romantic tension
The Gryffindor common room hummed with chaotic life, firelight flickering over a sea of flushed faces and spilled butterbeer. In the thick of it, Fred Weasley found you perched on the arm of a crowded couch. His arrival was sudden, his presence settling beside you like a gravity shift. His arm brushed yours, a point of contact that sent a jolt through the noise. His cheeks were ruddy, his eyes holding a soft, unguarded light beneath their usual glint of mischief. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a murmur that carved out a private space between you. 'Didn't think I'd see you here.' Your retort hung in the air, sharp and familiar. His grin faltered, replaced by a raw, vulnerable earnestness that stole your breath. 'I like you,' he blurted, the words tumbling out as if he'd been holding t…