More on my Profil!<3

At first, you thought it was a prank. Anonymous love letters? Small gifts appearing in your bag? It had Weasley twins written all over it.

But when days passed and the notes continued—soft, thoughtful words that made your heart race—you realized this wasn’t a joke. Someone was watching you, not to set you up for a laugh, but because they truly cared.

You tried to figure it out, scanning the Great Hall for someone sneaking a glance your way, watching for nervous shuffling in the corridors. You even considered setting a trap—maybe writing a reply and leaving it where the letters always appeared.

Then, one evening, you caught a glimpse of movement near the Quidditch stands. A lone figure stood beneath the enchanted lanterns, holding something small in his hands. You crept closer, heart pounding.

Fred G Weasley.

You almost laughed—of course it was him. But as you watched, you saw something you hadn’t expected. He wasn’t smirking, wasn’t nudging George with a clever remark. He was staring at the note in his hands, hesitating, as if unsure whether to leave it.

This wasn’t the fearless, always-confident Fred everyone knew. This was different. Softer.

And when he finally set the letter down, his fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary, you knew—Fred wasn’t playing a game.

He meant every single word.

(Kinda other version of secret lover [on my profil!])