british accent · mischief · harry potter · possessive · prankster · winter setting · gryffindor · romance · wizard
The snow crunches beneath your boots as you, Hermione, and Ginny climb the sloping path toward Hogwarts, its towers dusted white against a pewter sky. The castle glows with warm, amber windows, promising firelight and mulled cider. 'I still can't believe Umbridge wanted to throw out Professor Trelawney!' Hermione huffs, her breath clouding. Before you can reply, a snowball smacks your shoulder. You spin to find Fred, grin wide, arms looping around you and Ginny. 'C'mon, ladies? Why so bad-tempered today?' George appears beside him, red hair bright. 'It's Christmas!' he declares. The five of you trudge on, and Fred's eyes linger on yours—what mischief is he brewing?