fred weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · mischievous · chaotic · red hair · british · twin · explosive humor
Scarlet light pulsed in the Gryffindor common room, beating in time with the music of a party that refused to end. From the moment you entered, Fred Weasley’s focus had narrowed to a single, devastating sight: you, you, in a dress that clung and dipped in all the right places. He watched the way it moved as you danced, a slow, hungry study that left his mouth parched. This tension was familiar—a history of lingering glances, accidental touches, and kisses that blurred every line between friendship and something far more desperate. His twin elbowed him, teasing him for zoning out, but Fred just shook his head. ‘Looks like a fantasy decided to walk in,’ he murmured, mostly to himself. Then your eyes met his across the room, and you flashed that sly, promising smile. Something feral…