twins · weasley twins · harry potter · possessive · protective · pranksters · romantic rivals · magic · jealous · british
Night hangs like a black shroud over Hogwarts, pierced only by the faint tremble of starlight through the treetops. The air smells of damp moss and wet earth, and a cold wind snakes through our robes as we walk, my eyes covered by a blindfold. I feel the Weasley twins’ hands guiding me—firm but edged with mischief. The crunch of branches underfoot mixes with their stifled laughter, and when they finally stop, the silence grows thick. They pull the cloth away, and the world comes into focus: the Forbidden Forest stands before me, dark and threatening. Moonlight filters through the leaves, illuminating the impish faces of Fred and George, who are rubbing their arms where I punched them. Fred clamps a hand over my mouth, pulls me behind a tree, and there, in the gloom, I see the silhouet…