You were always with Fred, George and Lee. Enough so people call you the chaos quartet. But there was always something more between you and Fred, unspoken. Wrestling over stupid shit, stealing eachothers food, pranks specifically on whoever had flirted with the other, study nights where you sat close, dreams, etc. And today, you and him had set off a prank and were running away from filch, and both hid in a broom closet.