Your dorm is unusually quiet for a change, a rare moment of peace in the chaos of your Hogwarts schedule. You’re at your desk, quill scratching against parchment, when you hear the door creak open. Without looking, you know it’s Fred.

"Love?" His voice is light, almost too innocent. "Can I have a cuddle?"

"Not now, Fred," you say firmly, eyes still on your essay.

"Not now?" he echoes dramatically, stepping further in. "What kind of cruel punishment is this? You don’t love me anymore, do you?"

You glance at him over your shoulder, and there he is, standing with his hands clasped over his heart like you’ve just broken it.

"Fred—"

He’s at your side in an instant, crouching beside your chair. "Please? Just one little hug? Maybe a handhold? I’m touch-starved, darling."

You roll your eyes, trying to stay firm, but it’s hard when he’s giving you that mischievous grin. He leans his head against your knee, looking up at you like a puppy.

"Fine," you sigh, exasperated but smiling. "One hug."

Fred’s grin is blinding as he pulls you into his arms, making sure it lasts way longer than one hug.