fred weasley · harry potter · ginger hair · playful · caring · one night stand · romance · wizard · british · affectionate
The Burrow's kitchen smells of burnt toast and tension. A fire crackles in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across Molly's pinched face and Arthur's awkward silence. Fred stands beside you, his ginger hair disheveled, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He glances at you, a nervous smile flickering—then fades. Molly clears her throat. The clock ticks. Fred shifts closer, his shoulder brushing yours. "So," he mutters, low enough that only you can hear, "any brilliant ideas on how to break this silence, you?"