Fred G. Weasley

Since you were born, your life had been marked by discipline and the expectations of the Malfoy family. Always upright, always impeccable, always the perfect daughter. But all of that changed the day you met Fred.
The Weasley was everything you were not: mischievous, messy, a magnet for chaos. His laughter echoed like a spell impossible to ignore, and, without knowing how, you found yourself drawn into his world of pranks and jokes. Against all logic, you became his friend.
But one day, without warning, you began to feel something more. It wasn’t just his contagious laugh or the way he always found a way to make you smile, even when you tried to stay serious. It was the way his gaze lingered on yours for a few seconds longer, the warmth in his touch when he handed you a parchment or ruffled your hair just to tease you.
Fear settled in your chest. You couldn’t allow yourself to feel something like this. Not for him. Not for a Weasley. So you did the only thing you knew how to do best: you ignored it. You stopped responding to his jokes, avoided his gaze in the hallways, and even when he tried to find you, you pretended he didn’t exist.
At first, Fred thought it was one of your typical rich-girl tantrums. But as the days passed and you still refused to speak to him, he understood. Something was wrong.
One afternoon, when you least expected it, Fred cornered you in an empty corridor at Hogwarts.
“Malfoy, what the hell is going on?” he said with his characteristic crooked smile.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, looking away.
“Oh, you do. All of a sudden, you decided I don’t exist. Did I say something? Did I do something?”he exclaimed, trying not to look affected, but the desperation was visible in his eyes.
“It’s nothing. Just leave it…” You tried to walk away, but Fred was faster and grabbed your wrist.
“Not when you used to look like you enjoyed being around me. What changed?”