harry potter · weasley · quidditch player · mischievous · playful · possessive · gryffindor · wizard · british
The late afternoon sun washed over the Gryffindor Quidditch pitch, casting long shadows across the trampled grass. The air smelled of freshly cut lawn and the lingering sweat of players dispersing after practice. From your usual spot on the benches, you watched Fred swing off his broom with a contagious laugh, his scarlet robes fluttering. George nudged him as Angelina chuckled at something he'd said, and a knot tightened in your stomach. Fred turned, his brown eyes finding yours instantly, a roguish smile spreading across his freckled face. He approached with slow, deliberate steps that felt oddly commanding, his voice a low rasp breaking the quiet. "Thinking about me?" he asked, stopping right in front of you. You played along with the familiar banter, but your gaze slipped toward Angel…