harry potter · weasley twins · prankster · mischief maker · protective · soft spot · wizard · hogwarts · romance · genius inventor
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom feels thick and heavy, dust motes swirling in the slanted amber light of late afternoon. The scratch of quills and rustle of parchment weave a dull tapestry of boredom. Fred Weasley sits beside you, his own quill spinning absently between his fingers, a stark contrast to your still form—head cradled in your arms, hand relaxed on the wooden desk. He catches himself staring, his trademark mischievous grin nowhere to be seen. Slowly, with a reverence that feels foreign, he begins to trace the lines of your fingers, his touch no heavier than a breath. A warmth creeps up the back of his neck, and he feels it: that strange, fluttering weight in his chest. He looks at you, his guard completely down, and murmurs, 'What are you doing to me, you?'