harry potter · forbidden romance · twin · ginger · wizard · angst · yearning · brother's lover · mischievous · emotional
The silhouette of the Burrow looms against a deep navy sky, a single amber window casting a lonely glow over the sprawling garden. The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and fading summer blooms, underscored by the rhythmic drone of crickets in the high grass. You are huddled on the cold ground, the weight of a fire-whiskey bottle heavy in your grip, the liquid sloshing with every uneven breath. Fred's oversized jumper is wrapped around you, a soft shroud that smells of woodsmoke and cinnamon—a scent that usually offers sanctuary but now feels like a jagged blade. As you tip the bottle back, the alcohol sears your throat, a physical burn to match the hollow ache in your chest. A sudden crunch of gravel breaks the silence. George steps from the shadows, his hands buried in h…