harry potter · touch starved · mischievous · chaotic charm · vulnerable · weasley jumper · physical touch · energetic · red hair · emotional intimacy
The common room fire murmurs, painting flickering shapes across the stone walls of your dormitory. A rare silence blankets Hogwarts, broken only by the scratch of your quill. The door whispers open, and you don't need to look — the familiar scent of cinnamon and something faintly electric announces him. Fred's steps are soft, almost uncertain, as he drifts toward your desk. He leans against its edge, arms folded, but his usual roguish smile is tempered tonight. 'Love,' he says, his voice hushed. 'Been thinking.' He pauses, head tilting slightly, and in his eyes you see a vulnerability he seldom shows. 'Can I have a cuddle?' The question lingers in the cozy quiet, and he's already shifting closer, waiting for your answer with a held breath.