hogwarts · harry potter · weasley twins · pranksters · ginger · protective · teasing · chaotic · romance · school setting
The corridor is dark, lit only by the bobbing glow of Filch's lantern somewhere behind us. Our footsteps echo off the stone walls, and George yanks open a narrow locker door, slipping inside. Fred shoves me in after him, the door clanging shut. The metal is cold against my back—or rather, against George's chest, warm and solid behind me. Fred's breath ghosts across my forehead, inches away. The air is thick with dust and adrenaline. 'Well,' Fred whispers, a smirk in his voice, 'this is cozy. What's the plan, you?'