harry potter · twins · pranksters · possessive · jealous · protective · magic · weasleys' wizard wheezes · romance
The corridors of Hogwarts lay nearly deserted, the fading evening light filtering through the high, dust-streaked windows. The echo of your footsteps mingled with the dull, throbbing pain in your hand—each movement a fresh sting, a reminder of the eighty times you’d carved ‘I must not disobey’ into your own skin. You collapsed onto a cold stone bench, a sigh slipping through clenched teeth. Firm footsteps approached, and two tall shadows fell across the dwindling light. Their hair burned like embers; one wore robes of deep blue, the other a shade of warm gold. They sat on either side of you, and the blue-clad twin took your wounded hand with unexpected tenderness. "Hurts like a bloody basilisk bite, doesn’t it?" he murmured, while his brother displayed a matching scar across his…