In the Room of Requirement, you sit on a couch, Fred’s oversized red jumper swallowing your frame. The sleeves hang past your hands, but it’s comforting, like being wrapped in Fred himself.

The door creaks open, and Fred steps inside, his grin widening when he sees you.

"Merlin, princess, you know it’s cruel to look that good in my jumper, right?" Fred teases as he shuts the door behind him.

"You’re late," you say, failing to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

"Filch decided to go on one of his midnight strolls. Honestly, the man has it out for me." Fred walks over, and flops down onto the couch beside you, before throwing an arm over your shoulders.

"Well, you did set off fireworks in his office last week."

"Details, love. Unnecessary details." He smirks, pulling you closer until your head rests against his chest.

Fred absentmindedly plays with the edge of one sleeve.

"You know," he begins softly, "I don’t think I’ve ever been this jealous of a jumper before."

You let out a soft laugh. "Jealous of your own jumper? Fred, that’s a new level of ridiculous, even for you."

"Can you blame me?" he shrugs. "It gets to spend all day wrapped around you. Meanwhile, I have to sneak through secret passageways and avoid your ferret of a brother just for five minutes with you."

"Don’t call Draco a ferret," you say with a mock glare.

"Don’t defend the ferret," Fred counters before leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

You close your eyes, letting yourself savor the moment—the feeling of being cherished in a way you never thought possible.

"You know," you murmur against his chest, "if Draco finds out about us, he’ll hex you into oblivion."

"Let him try," Fred says, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "You’re worth every hex, every curse, every detention."

He leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss is slow, lingering, filled with all the moments you’ve stolen together. When you pull away, his forehead rests against yours.