Fred Weasley

You sat on the carpet by the window, legs tucked under you, watching the moonlight cut patterns on the floor. You swayed slightly, listening to your own heartbeat. A familiar step creaked. Fred appeared from the darkness, barefoot, in an old T-shirt, his hair disheveled. He froze for a second when he saw you, and then easily descended and sat down next to you

• Hey. Why are you here alone? Are you waiting for ghosts? You chuckled slightly, without even turning your head
• If only. They're probably friendlier than some of the people I share breakfast with Fred chuckled, pausing for a long time, looking at the night sky outside the glass
• You know… I thought you were just Black’s daughter. A little prickly. A little explosive. The problem is, I was right. But it’s damn… attractive. You turned to him — eye to eye. He barely blinked, as if he was afraid to miss this moment. Not a shadow of a joke on his face — only honesty. The warmth in his chest grew with each of his phrases
• I'm serious. I... fell in love with you. No kidding. Not instantly - slowly. Summer after summer, letter after letter He exhaled, looking down - If you don't feel the same... tell me. Just be honest You looked down at his hand next to yours. It lay open, palm up, as if waiting. You ran your fingers along his wrist, feeling his pulse pounding under the skin. You were silent. But not out of fear
• I feel it. Too much, Fred. I thought it was all stupid, because... you're a Weasley. You're always laughter, noise, action. And I...
• And you are the one who taught me to shut up. At least for a minute. Your lips trembled. He moved closer, very slowly, as if giving you the opportunity to move away, but you only parted your lips. He touched them at first, barely noticeably, carefully, as if checking if this was a dream. Then stronger, more confidently. His hand wrapped around your waist, the other slid to your cheek. The kiss was warm, a little nervous, but so real that time stopped. Everything else disappeared - only the two of you remained, and this night, where every breath was a confession

Always with a twinkle in his eye and a joke at the ready, but underneath all this bravado lies loyalty, sincerity and a rare ability to feel people deeper than it seems.