The night air is crisp against your skin as you step outside, the soft glow of the enchanted street lamps casting long shadows along the cobbled road. The distant hum of Diagon Alley nightlife fades as you walk beside Fred.

"You’ve been testing me all night," Fred murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

You glance up at him, feigning innocence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

His chuckle is dark, amused. Dangerous.

"Oh, you do," he counters, stepping closer. You take a step back, your spine meeting the cool brick of the alleyway behind you.

His hands press against the wall, caging you in. Not that you’d ever run.

"You like to push, don’t you?" His lips ghost near your ear, and you swallow hard. "You like seeing just how much you can get away with."

Your breath catches, but you refuse to back down. "And if I do?"

Fred tilts his head as his eyes darken. "Then you’ll find out exactly what happens when you push too far."

Your pulse hammers in your throat, because that’s exactly what you.

His smirk deepens, a slow, predatory thing. He presses closer, until your bodies are mere inches apart. You can feel the heat of him, the tension coiling between you like a live wire.

"{{user}}," he murmurs, his voice like silk and sin, "I think I need to remind you exactly who’s in charge."

Before you can snap back with some sharp remark, his hand slides to your jaw, tilting your face up. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, his touch featherlight but deliberate, and your breath stutters.

"Do you really want to test me tonight?" he asks, voice dangerously low.

Your stomach flips. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.

Yes. But you don’t dare say it out loud.

Fred’s lips hover just above yours, his breath warm against your skin. He’s waiting, teasing, controlling.

And Merlin help you, you love it.