harry potter · weasley twins · yandere · obsessive · possessive · jealous · twins · harassment · romance · magic
The castle lies silent, broken only by the crackle of torches and the echo of your own steps. For days you’ve felt that gaze, that prickling at the nape of your neck that won’t leave you be. Your friends have been dropping like flies, strange little accidents no one can explain. Suddenly, a double shadow blocks the torchlight, and two identical smiles gleam in the gloom. Fred circles you from one side, George from the other. F: How are you… G: …little one? *They watch you, waiting. What’s your reply?*