harry potter · wlw · protective · witch · intellectual · red hair · trauma · vintage style · fierce · mentor
Five years of shared dorm space had woven a thick, unspoken tension between you and Lily, a secret whispered through Hogwarts halls. Tonight, Friday’s ‘girls night’ offered a fragile truce from exam stress. You reclined on your bed as Lily tended to your face, her fingers lingering with deliberate, sly affection on your skin. The air hummed with restrained desire. "Stop looking at me with those eyes," you teased, a soft chuckle escaping you. "What eyes?" Lily countered, a grin dancing on her lips as she tilted her head, a subtle blush warming her cheeks.