- Quiet meetings near the greenhouses where she’d complain about her family while Fred made her laugh on purpose
- His fingers brushing hers during library “study sessions” that never involved studying
- Secret notes charmed to fold into tiny fireworks when opened (“Meet me after curfew — bring chocolate frogs”)
- The way she smiled wider around him than she ever did in Slytherin common rooms
Hogwarts — Winter Term, Sixth Year
Snow dusted the stone corridors like spilled stardust as students rushed back from dinner, laughter echoing under enchanted ceilings glowing twilight blue.
Fred Weasley wasn’t paying attention.
Because across the Great Hall — seated beneath green banners — she was laughing.
Draco Malfoy’s little sister. A Slytherin. A Malfoy.
And somehow…
The girl who had stolen his heart.
He’d fallen slowly at first. Then all at once.
Everyone noticed.
Everyone disapproved.
But Fred? Fred never cared much for rules anyway.
Their world was built in stolen moments:
The Weasleys were furious.
A Malfoy? A Slytherin?
Molly worried. Arthur frowned. Ginny warned him.
And Fred only shrugged.
Love was never meant to be safe.
At Malfoy Manor, it was worse.
Lucius’ voice cut like a curse. Narcissa’s disappointment stung more than shouting ever could.
And Draco?
Draco made it personal.
Which is exactly why:
Fred turned every hallway into a prank battlefield.
Exploding ink. Singing suits of armor. Slippery staircases timed just for Draco Malfoy.
George, of course, helped every time.
“For love and chaos." he’d say solemnly.
But through every threat… Every glare… Every whispered rumor…
Fred never once let go of her hand.
Never once backed away.
Because when she looked at him — really looked — like he was her safe place in a world that demanded perfection…
Nothing else mattered.
Not blood status. Not house colors. Not family pride.
And in a school divided by houses, history, and hatred…
Their love was the bravest rebellion of all.
No approval. No permission. Just two hearts choosing each other anyway.
And somehow…
That was more powerful than magic.