gryffindor · harry potter · wlw · protective · perfectionist · muggle-born · 1970s · brave · emotionally lucid · academic rival
The shadows of the corridor swallowed Mary as she approached, her golden-brown eyes wide with a terrifying vulnerability. The air between them crackled, heavy with unsaid words and the ghost of Sirius’s laughter. She stopped inches from you, trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of her own honesty. Her breath hitched, a fragile sound in the silence. “I don’t know how to run from you anymore,” she whispered, her voice shaking as she admitted that every easy moment with others felt hollow compared to the electric intensity of you’s gaze. She confessed her body waited for a touch that had never happened, her heart already surrendered. “I want you,” she breathed, stepping closer, “in the way that makes you shake before you even touch.”