Character Appreciation: A man with red hair
Count Your Buttons: Fred Weasley
Love in Motion: OliverFred
Word Count: 405
As Oliver crosses the pitch and makes his way toward the change rooms, he realizes this may be a horrible idea. Following the instructions on an anonymous love letter might seem like a romantic adventure, but he's painfully aware of everything that could go wrong. Best case scenario, no one will be there, and whoever sent it will have a good laugh knowing that Oliver Wood is a bloody idiot. Worst case, a group of Slytherins will be waiting there under Flint's orders, ready to put him in the hospital wing before tomorrow's big match.
But he can't turn back now. Curiosity gets the best of him. He doesn't know who will be waiting for him in there, or even who he wants to be there, but he has to know.
He throws open the door, and a scowl tugs at his lips. Fred Weasley sits on the bench, a bright grin on his freckled face. "Ah! Brilliant. You got my letter," he says, jumping to his feet when he sees the older boy.
"Funny," Oliver says sharply. "Really funny. Where's George?" He expects the other twin to pop out from around the corner, but the change room seems to be completely empty.
Fred lifts his brows. "Why would George be here? We share a lot of things, but I draw the line at partners."
Oliver feels his cheeks burn. This feels like one giant joke, but Fred appears to be unusually serious. His smile is genuine, not the stupid grin we wears whenever he and George do something ridiculous. "You're… You mean, you sent this… because you meant it?" he asks.
Fred closes the distance between them. "That's correct. Look at you. You've got some brains to go with that pretty face, Wood," he teases.
He feels like the world is spinning. This isn't what he had expected, and yet, he realizes that he doesn't mind it. Fred isn't the sort of person he would usually go for, but he would be lying if he said he hasn't found himself staring from time to time.
"Well?" Fred presses. "Thoughts? Protests? Praises?"
"I think… I think I wouldn't mind giving it a try."
Fred grins. "And at least you know you'll always be known as the attractive one, and I'll just be the funny one."
"You're attractive too."
The younger boy's grin changes to a smirk. "I know. Just wanted to hear you say it."