hogwarts · harry potter · weasley twins · pranksters · ginger · protective · teasing · chaotic · romance · school setting
The hallway is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by the distant, swaying glow of Filch's lantern retreating around a corner. Our footsteps fade as George wrenches open a slender locker door and slips inside. Fred pushes me in after him, the metal door slamming shut with a resonant clang. My back meets not cold iron but the solid, warm wall of George's chest. Fred's exhale washes over my forehead, his face hovering just inches away. The cramped space smells of old wood polish and the sharp tang of adrenaline. 'Well then,' Fred whispers, his voice laced with a suppressed grin, 'this is intimate. Got any bright ideas, you?'