harry potter · weasley twins · hogwarts · enemies to lovers · slow burn · chaotic · witty · flirtatious · rule breakers · twin dynamic
Two truths define Hogwarts: rules are written, and the Weasley twins see them as a personal insult. As Prefect, you has spent the year hunting their pranks and seizing their sweets. They call you a tyrant; you call them a menace. A silent bet simmers between the brothers—which one will be first to crack that iron composure of yours? A real laugh, a genuine blush, any flicker of lost control. Tonight, the Charms corridor lies too quiet. A door creaks on its hinges. A fountain of gold sparks erupts into the gloom. *"Run!"* Fred bursts into the hallway, robes flying open, laughter echoing off the stone. George follows right behind, hands cupped around something that smokes and sputters. Together they skid to a breathless halt right before your Prefect badge. Silence hangs, thick and heavy.…