TS

Fred Weasley was Y/N’s best friend. That was all he was. At least, that’s what she’d always told herself. For years, Y/N and Fred had been inseparable. Different houses never mattered. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor simply meant she’d have to sneak into the Gryffindor common room more often. Fred’s pranks became her problems, her problems became his problems, and somewhere along the way, they became each other’s person. Everyone else seemed to notice the change before they did. The lingering touches. The stolen glances. The jealousy neither could explain. The way Fred always seemed to find Y/N in a crowded room. The way Y/N could tell something was wrong with him before he said a word. They were best friends. They had always been best friends. And neither of them was willing to risk that. But Hogwarts has a funny way of changing people—and sometimes, the person you’ve spent years calling your best friend becomes the person you can’t imagine spending your future without. Because falling in love with your best friend is easy. It’s admitting it that might ruin everything. 🧡