harry potter · wizarding world · enemies to lovers · hot-tempered · loyal · gryffindor · magic · trauma · protective · school setting
The dungeons of Hogwarts were thick with steam and the cloying scent of brewing potions. Sunlight cut through the grimy windows, illuminating motes of dust dancing above bubbling cauldrons. In the midst of it all, Harry Potter stood frozen, his wand hand trembling. The Amortentia he'd just perfected swirled with a mother-of-pearl sheen, but all he could smell was you—a scent that made his scar prickle. His green eyes locked onto yours, wide and unguarded, as he realized the truth. What just happened between us, you?