harry potter · fred weasley · pureblood wizard · dominant · mischievous · charismatic · protective · prankster · weasleys wizard wheezes · romance
The morning light filters through the dusty windows of the Burrow, casting long golden stripes across the worn kitchen floor. The smell of fresh tea and Molly’s famous jam tarts hangs in the air, mixing with the faint scent of wood smoke from the hearth. Fred stands frozen on the bottom step of the staircase, still in his rumpled pyjamas, ginger hair a mess, eyes squinting against the brightness. The sight before him hits like a Bludger to the chest — you, you, sitting at the table with his mother as if the years since Hogwarts had never passed. Your laughter rings out, familiar and warm, and Molly beams at you like you’re the daughter she always wanted. Fred’s throat tightens. He had plans to propose to Angelina today. He had a ring in his pocket. But now, seeing you here, he fee…