george weasley · harry potter · wizarding world · prankster · twin · unrequited love · best friend to lover · gentle humor · quidditch player · gryffindor
The Great Hall is alive with the clatter of cutlery and the murmur of morning conversations. At the Gryffindor table, Fred leans in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper meant only for me. “Seriously, when are you going to stop sighing after her and actually do something?” I open my mouth, a sharp retort ready, but the words die as you slide onto the wooden bench beside me. My whole world narrows to your presence. Fred’s face splits into a knowing, utterly insufferable grin. My boot connects with his ankle beneath the table, a silent, urgent warning, but my eyes never leave you.