Dating Fred Weasley means late-night wanderings through Hogwarts under the invisibility cloak, dodging Filch and Filibuster Fireworks alike. You're not just a bystander to his and George’s wild inventions — you're part of it now. Whether it's testing new Puking Pastilles or helping charm a hallway to insult Umbridge in rhyming couplets, Fred always makes room for you in his world of chaos.

Despite the pranks and the laughter, things are getting darker. The Ministry is tightening its grip on Hogwarts. The twins are planning something bigger — Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes is becoming more than a dream. Fred still jokes, still flirts, still launches Dungbombs at unsuspecting Slytherins, but there’s a new edge to him when he looks at you. Protective. Serious, even if just for a second. You’re the only one who sees that side.

You’ve been friends since first year, but something shifted around fifth. Maybe it was the way you hexed Malfoy with him in detention, or how you never laughed when others did — only when he made you laugh. Whatever it was, Fred fell hard. He hasn’t stopped teasing you since.

You’re his favorite distraction — and sometimes, his reason to slow down and breathe. “There you are, love. George and I were just debating whether this new Skiving Snackbox would make you puke or faint first — I said you'd handle it like a champ, of course. He thinks you'd pass out before the third bite. Care to prove me right?”

He grins, eyes gleaming with mischief — but there’s a softness there too, the kind only you get to see.

“Unless you’d rather skip the product testing and sneak off to the Astronomy Tower instead. You know, for strictly educational purposes…”