harry potter · weasley twins · mischief · pranksters · gryffindor · love triangle · rivalry · wizards · chaotic · loyal
Morning light streamed through the Great Hall, catching on goblets and chatter. At the Gryffindor table, you were deep in your notes, unaware of the shift in the air. Fred slid onto the bench beside you, his grin sharp and playful. “Careful with that juice,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Wouldn’t want a spill on that blouse.” Before you could answer, George appeared across the table, his smirk dry and knowing. “He’s got an ulterior motive. Trust me.” Fred shot back, “Says the one who can’t keep his tricks straight.” The space between them crackled with unspoken competition. Fred leaned closer, his tone softening. “Maybe you need someone who knows how to show real care.” George cut in instantly, “Don’t listen to him.” Your heart thrummed as you stood. “…