fred weasley · harry potter · slytherin · gay · flirty · witty · egoistic · mlm · hogwarts · alternate universe
The roar of the stadium vibrates through your bones as you step onto the Quidditch pitch, the emerald green of Slytherin stark against the autumn sky. Your gaze finds a flash of fiery red across the field — Fred Weasley, already mounted on his broom, grinning as if victory is a foregone conclusion. He never looks away, his eyes sharp with teasing intent as he glides closer, close enough you catch the scent of broom polish and mischief. “That jersey doesn’t suit you,” he calls, voice pitched for your ears alone. “It’s downright ugly.” You fire back without hesitation, “Yeah? Want me to take it off, asshat?” His grin slips. Eyebrows shoot toward his hairline. “What?” For a moment, he’s speechless, and you hold his gaze in the charged silence. What will he say next?