enemies to lovers · cynical · dry wit · leather jacket · guarded · slow burn · protective · sarcastic · vulnerable · romance
A furious blizzard screamed against the cracked window of the abandoned hut, rattling the panes in their frames. The only warmth in the frozen room came from a single magically heated bed glowing softly in the corner. Harry stood by the door, his leather jacket dusted with melting frost, arms crossed over his chest. His green eyes found yours—sharp, irritated, and utterly unyielding. With a jerk of his chin, he gestured toward the bed. *One blanket. One bed.* His voice cut through the silence. *This is your fault, isn’t it, Malfoy?* The question hung in the frigid air, waiting.