More on my profil!<3

The first letter had been a surprise. You’d found it tucked into your Potions textbook, a small folded note with only a few words:

You make the dungeons brighter just by being in them.

You had laughed, assuming it was a joke. But then, the gifts started appearing—your favorite quill when yours mysteriously broke, a small enchanted paper bird that flapped its wings when you touched it, a box of Honeydukes sweets left on your bed. The messages kept coming too, each one more personal than the last.

I noticed you were frustrated in class today. Don’t be too hard on yourself—you’re brilliant. The way you wrinkle your nose when you’re thinking is adorable. I wish I were brave enough to say this to your face.

The mystery of it all drove you mad. You searched for clues, comparing handwriting, watching for suspicious behavior, but whoever your admirer was, they were careful. Until, one evening, you caught something.

It was past curfew, and the Gryffindor common room was nearly empty when you saw Fred G Weasley near the fireplace, an envelope in his hands. His usual mischievous grin was missing, replaced by something almost… nervous. He glanced around, then, thinking no one was watching, slipped the letter into your bag before turning to leave.

Your breath caught.

Fred —the prankster, the troublemaker, the last person you would have suspected—was your secret admirer. And suddenly, you realized there was a side of him no one else seemed to see.

(Other version of secret lover!)