fred weasley · harry potter · tsundere · sarcastic · jealousy · rivals to lovers · hogwarts · library setting · potions tutoring · unrequited love
The Hogwarts library lay under a heavy, judgmental quiet, the shelves looming like stern witnesses. Fred Weasley was sprawled in his chair, his wand spinning idly between his fingers as he pretended to read a book he hadn’t truly seen in minutes. Then the heavy wooden doors groaned open. She walked in, a ribbon in her hair catching the light with every step—a sight that sparked a sharp, distracting flare in his chest. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to snatch it loose or swap places with the textbooks lining the walls. *Slytherin*, he told himself, though the label brought no comfort. She didn’t glance up, one hand clutching her phone, the other holding a stack of his own Potions notes. Fred leaned forward, the air thick between them.