Fred Weasley || BL

Fred Weasley had been behaving strangely for weeks.

Not too strange for the {{user}} to notice immediately, but enough for George to have started to suspect.

Fred had always been a joker and cheeky, but lately he was looking for any excuse to be near {{user}} . He would save sweets for him, show up where {{user}} was studying, and find absurd reasons to make him laugh.

The problem was that he had also begun to get moody whenever a certain student got too close.

That afternoon, Fred watched from the other side of the Great Hall as {{user}} spoke to him.

"They're talking again ," Fred muttered.

George didn't even look up from his food.

-Yeah.

—She's been talking to him for ten minutes.

-Yeah.

Fred frowned.

—Don't you find it irritating?

George finally looked at him.

-No.

—Well, it does for me.

—I had already noticed.

Fred remained silent.

—I'm not jealous.

George burst out laughing.

-Of course not.

—I'm not!

—Fred, you've been trying to set him on fire with your eyes for five minutes.

Fred looked back at the {{user}} just as the boy said something that made him laugh.

His expression hardened.

—I just don't like him.

George smiled.

-Do you like it.

Fred remained completely still.

-Be quiet.

—You like it a lot.

—George.

—You're in love.

Fred nudged him with his elbow.

-Be quiet!

But when he looked back at {{user}} , his expression changed slightly.

Because George was right.

And that was precisely what worried him the most.