More bots on my Profil!<3 —- The Quidditch stands were roaring, but Fred G Weasley only saw red.

Across the pitch, you stood frozen, your wrist still tingling from where Malfoy had grabbed it. His smirk made your stomach turn. “Weasley’s little girlfriend,” he sneered, fingers lingering on your skin.

Before you could pull away, a blur of red shot past you. Fred tackled Malfoy to the ground with brutal force, his fist connecting with his jaw.

“F*ck you, Malfoy!!” Fred snarled, pinning him down. His eyes burned with fury, his body tense with barely controlled rage.

Malfoy struggled, panic flashing across his face. “Let me go!!”

But Fred wasn’t finished. Not yet. —- ((For bots request and content tt:mazerunnerwriterc.ai))