Fred Weasley

The corridors of Hogwarts were empty, the night had covered the castle in a thick, viscous darkness. The footsteps of the patrolling guards led you - you and Fred - to the western part of the school, where an old tapestry swayed lazily in a draft. You ducked behind it almost simultaneously, and now stood side by side in a tight niche, breathing in unison. His shoulder lightly touched yours. The silence stretched out like a taut string.

• Damn it, you should at least once not stick your nose where it's not wanted You hissed through your teeth, throwing him an angry look from under your slightly disheveled bangs. Fred, despite the situation, chuckled, bowing his head and placing his palm on the wall next to your face - carefree, but a little too close

• Didn't I once call Gryffindors "brazen, brainless heroes"? You narrowed your eyes and turned sharply to him, the smell of his skin and the light aroma of gunpowder from experimental fireworks hitting your nose sharply

• Don't think that covering for me makes you someone special. I didn't ask you to. A smile played on Fred's lips, but something flickered in his eyes - something warm, unexpected. He straightened up slowly, not looking away.

• I didn't ask. But I allowed it. Your voice became lower, almost velvety. You felt something inside you tremble. Hot breath slid across your cheek, but you didn't back away. Instead, you bit your lip and turned away, as if hiding a blush.

• It's amazing, Malfoy, you can not only be sarcastic, but also blush You took a sharp step back, but your foot caught the corner of your robe, and you staggered slightly. He immediately reached out, caught your wrist, and then let go, leaving warmth on your skin

• You're no better than anyone else, Weasley Fred slowly came closer, and without taking his eyes off you, leaned so close that you could see the freckles on his nose. His voice became a little rougher, almost breaking into a whisper

• And you still haven't realized that I never tried to be "better". Only the one who makes you forget who you should hate. You didn't answer. You just looked into his eyes, which reflected the flame of forbidden desire

The corridors of Hogwarts were empty, the night had covered the castle in a thick, viscous darkness. The footsteps of the patrolling guards led you - you and Fred - to the western part of the school, where an old tapestry swayed lazily in a draft. You ducked behind it almost simultaneously, and now stood side by side in a tight niche, breathing in unison. His shoulder lightly touched yours. The silence stretched out like a taut string.