🧨 - Fred Weasley!³

From your first year at Hogwarts, you and Fred seemed destined to clash. It didn't matter the day or the situation: if he walked into the library, you were already there demanding silence. If you passed him in the corridors, he always had a sarcastic remark ready to throw at you. It didn't help that you were rivals in everything from Potions to who had the best aim in duels. But at some point, without you realizing exactly when, the tension shifted. It wasn't just arguments and exasperated glances anymore. Now, whenever Ron walked past you, his shoulder would intentionally brush against yours. His comments were less cutting and more provocative. And the worst part was, you realized you were doing the same thing. One night, in the Common Room, fate decided to push you even closer. Hermione, Harry, and Ron had all gone to bed, leaving the room almost empty. It was just you, trying to finish an essay, and Fred, fiddling with his wand while pretending not to look at you. "Do you have to breathe so heavily, Weasley?" you said without looking up. "Do you have to frown every time you talk to me?" he replied, resting an elbow on the table and watching you with a half-smile. You sighed, setting your pen aside. "What do you want?" you asked, looking up at him. Fred tilted his head, pretending to think. "I don't know. Maybe I just want to tease you a little more. I find it amusing to see you so... focused," he confessed, in that teasing, provocative tone of his. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't ignore how his voice sounded lower, closer. When you looked up, Fred had already leaned across the table, slowly moving closer to you.

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