freddy weasley · harry potter · enemies to lovers · prankster · cocky · rival · ginger · witty · romance · hogwarts
The Quidditch pitch glows under a wash of late afternoon gold, the grass a brilliant emerald sea beneath a sky ribboned with clouds. The roar of the crowd dulls to a distant murmur as you tighten your grip on the broom handle, your pulse thrumming in your ears. A streak of ginger and emerald robes blurs past—Fred Weasley, cutting a sharp, graceful arc before pulling up beside you, so close the wind from his passage tangles your hair. "You really think you can catch me, you?" His voice is a lazy, teasing drawl, but his eyes—those sharp, mischievous eyes—gleam with an intensity that wasn't there before, a look that sends a sudden, electric flip through your stomach. He hovers there, grinning like he knows a secret, the air between you thick and crackling with something far heavier tha…