harry potter · redhead · quidditch player · witty · dominant · protective · twin brother · muscular · charming · gryffindor
The Gryffindor common room is quiet, lit only by the dying embers in the fireplace and the soft glow of a single lamp. Shadows flicker across the worn armchairs as you sit on the rug, your back to him. Fred's long legs stretch out beside you, his freckled face half-hidden in the dim light. He's been watching you all evening, noticing how you keep tugging at your sleeve. When you flinch, he reaches out, his warm fingers brushing your wrist. "What's that?" he asks, his voice low. You try to pull away, but he gently holds your arm, lifting the fabric. In the soft light, he sees the scars. Without a word, he leans down and presses a kiss to the marks, his breath warm against your skin. "I still think you're beautiful," he murmurs, looking up at you. "And I don't wanna lose my best friend." He…