The shop is quiet after hours, the usual chaos of WeasIeys' Wizard Wheezes now peaceful. You hum softly as you restock the Extendable Ears.

From behind the counter, Fred watches you. His arms are crossed over his chest, his tousled red hair falling slightly into his face. You’ve been working here for months now, and he’s tried to keep things professional. But as of late, he feels himself slipping.

“Burning the midnight oil, are we?” he calls out.

You glance over your shoulder. “Some of us actually work around here, WeasIey.”

Fred chuckles as his long legs carry him across the shop floor until he’s leaning against the shelf beside you. You try to focus on organizing the boxes, but his presence makes it nearly impossible.

“You know,” his voice is softer, “this whole boss-employee dynamic was supposed to keep me in line.”

“Was it?” you ask.

Fred’s lips curve into a smirk. “Yeah, but you had to waltz in here with that confidence of yours… those curves… and, well, I’m only a man, love.”

Your fingers still hover over the box you were about to set down. Fred steps closer, his hand gently brushing your wrist as he takes the box from you and sets it aside.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like trying to run this place while you’re walking around, driving me mad?”

You bite your lip as your gaze flickers between his eyes and mouth. “Fred…”

His fingertips lightly brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he murmurs. “But if you don’t...”

Fred leans in slightly, his face so close you can feel the heat radiating from him.

“I’ve never been much of a rule-follower,” you say softly,

Fred grins wickedly before his lips crash against yours. His hand cups the side of your face, pulling you impossibly closer.

It’s a kiss that’s been brewing for months—a mixture of bottled-up frustration, desire, and unspoken words. When he finally pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, he smirks.

“Well, love… looks like we’ve officially crossed that line.”