Fred Weasley

The inside of the twins' shop was noisy as always: exploding sweets were rattling somewhere, a toy broom was flying across the ceiling, leaving sparks behind it, and a box of self-laughing pillows was giggling in the corner. You walked to the furthest stand, where no one usually looked without a reason - to the stand with love potions. There, of course, stood Fred. His red hair was sticking out in all directions in disarray, as if he had just crawled out from under another exploding invention. He stood at ease, leaning against the shelf, lazily studying glass vials with liquid shimmering from scarlet to lavender.

• What, are you trying to catch someone with a potion? Fred wasn't looking at you, but you knew he'd noticed you coming long before you stopped next to him. You chuckled, leaning your elbow on the shelf, crossing your arms over your chest
• Just not you. I prefer people who have at least one scar that wasn't their own doing Fred grinned and slowly turned to you, taking a step to the side, as if retreating. He theatrically put his palm to his heart and threw his head back, as if he was about to collapse on the floor from insult
• Oh, how painful He stopped, looking at you from under his brows
• So you fall in love with boring nerds?
• No. But he's not the type to blow up a bathroom in a second either. He took a step closer - and another. The space between you almost disappeared. His voice became a little quieter, as if he was sharing a secret, but his lips twisted into a smirk
• Hey, that was a one-time thing. And anyway, the bathroom is like new again He leaned closer, his breath almost touching your cheek -Are you sure you don't want a bottle? Just a couple of drops - and the guy of your dreams will be at your feet You narrowed your eyes, biting your lip, and, without taking your eyes off him, took a step forward, erasing the rest of the distance
• What if my boyfriend is already at my feet? Fred froze for a split second. Then his lips stretched into a cheeky, sincere smile
• Now you're saying some really dangerous things.

He's like fire: warm when you're close, but if you're not paying attention, you'll get burned. Behind the smirk and the constant game, there's intelligence, devotion, and an unexpected instinct to protect those he cares about. He's not just flirting with you - he's testing whether you can withstand his flame.