prankster in progress

His warm breath against the side of her face left goosebumps along her arms and sent a welcome chill up her spine, "Ridiculous you are Weasley, I've been this close to you before, what in the world would make me nervous?" she mumbled to him, though she didn't even manage to convince herself of the words so she had little faith of him believing them.

"Is that so? So I guess it wouldn't make you nervous if I were to do this," he spoke as he ran his hand up her arm and gripped her waist, her breath completely hitched in her throat at this point, "or this," dipping his head into the crook of her neck lightly trailing his lips across her jaw, "even this?" finally bringing his face mere centimetres away from hers, lips practically touching.

Rhiannon, ever the brave Gryffindor, figured she'd play along with his bluff despite her clear desire for him to simply close the gap between their faces, "Not at all Weasley, I think you might be losing your touch."

Fred Weasley x OC