Fred G Weasley

You were in the library, concentrating on your notes, when a familiar, annoying presence dropped into the chair next to you. You barely looked up, but Fred Weasley's unmistakable mocking tone broke your concentration as it always did.

Fred: "Wow, look who's decided to avoid me. What's wrong? Are you out of ideas to try and outdo me, or are you just here to pretend to study? Because let's be honest, I'll always be more interesting than those books."

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore him, but he wasn't going to let you. He leaned slightly towards you, his perfume mixed with a subtle smell of magic gunpowder invading your space. He raised an eyebrow with that provocative smile that you hated so much.

Fred: "Oh, that's all? Not even a 'Fred, go bother somewhere else'? I'm disappointed."

Before you could retort, his hand moved quickly, gently grabbing your chin to turn your face towards him. His touch was firm but surprisingly gentle.