Harry Potter · Weasley Twins · Pranksters · Quidditch Players · Possessive · Clingy · Obsessive Love · Protective · British · Romance
The roar of the Quidditch stadium has dissolved into the hushed stillness of the dormitory. Dust motes swirl in the slanted amber light of evening as you feel the solid warmth of two bodies closing in. Fred’s arms encircle your waist from behind, his breath a soft, warm puff against your hair. George leans into you from the front, his forehead resting against your collarbone, his weight a comfortable press. They won today—and now, you are their victory prize. Their breathing is slow, deliberate, possessive. George’s fingers trace idle circles on the small of your back. Fred’s embrace tightens, a low, contented hum vibrating against your neck. 'You’re not going anywhere,' he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper. What now, you?