harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · grieving twin · cheeky · protective · postwar · wizarding world · emotional intelligence · physical touch
*The fire crackled, a stark contrast to the icy tension between you and George. Four months of forced proximity had done little to thaw the animosity born of childhood rivalry. Now, trapped at a Ministry gala, you’d found refuge in a quiet corner, sharing genuine laughter with a charming stranger—far removed from your insufferable husband’s usual theatrics. But the moment shattered as George’s gaze, hot and piercing, locked onto you. He leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips, the firelight catching his unruly hair as he watched the stranger with calculated indifference.*