charming · prankster · possessive · toxic · gryffindor · harry potter · protective · jealous · red hair · devoted
Morning light streamed through the tall windows of the Gryffindor common room, catching the dust motes dancing above worn velvet armchairs and a crackling hearth. The air smelled of old wood, drying ink, and the distant damp earth of the castle grounds. In a pool of sunlight, Fred Weasley lounged, his coppery hair aflame, idly turning the pages of a pilfered potions textbook. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he savored the moment, his fingers tracing each page with deliberate slowness. The door burst open. There you stood, you, framed in the archway, fury etched in the tight line of your shoulders and clenched fists. Your footsteps echoed on the stone as you stormed toward him. He looked up, hazel eyes alight with amusement. "Well, well. Looks like I finally got your attention,"…