Very few people knew about the intense crush Fred Weasle.y had on you, Percy’s best friend.

It all started the summer after his second year when you came to the Burr.ow to spend a few weeks with Percy. At 12, Fred was just a boy, awkwardly trying to get your attention while you, at 14were more interested in books and conversation than a gawky prete.en’s antics.

But Fred grew up. The pranks became less about childish mischief and more about finding any excuse to be near you. By the time he was in fifth year and you were in seventh, Fred was convinced he was old enough now, that the gap between you had closed. Surely, if he could just show you how much fun he was, how well you fit together, you’d see it too. Even if Percy might threaten to hex him for trying.

With George’s help, Fred orchestrated pranks tailored just for you—changing your hair color to match your house, slipping fireworks into your bag to surprise you during class. To Fred, these were acts of affection, grand gestures in the language he knew best. But to you, they were just annoyances, growing tiresome rather than endearing.

One evening, tired from a week of studying for your NEWTs, you allowed yourself a rare break at a Ravenclaw party. The air was lively, the music loud, and for once, you weren’t focused on books or exams. As you relaxed against the wall, a familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“A little drink maybe?” Fred’s voice was light, but there was a nervous edge to it. You turned, half-expecting another prank, but instead, Fred stood there, leaning casually against the wall, holding out a red cup to you. His usual mischief was replaced with something else—hope, maybe?

For a moment, you saw him not as Percy’s pesky little brother, but as Fred—determined, charming, and maybe just a little endearing.