astoria greengrass · harry potter · wlw · melancholic · gentle · vulnerable · wizarding world · forbidden tension · intimate · emerald robes
The sound of our stifled laughter hangs in the empty dormitory air as I sink into the mattress, my blonde hair fanning out around my head like a disheveled golden crown. My cheeks are aflame, heated by drink and a deep, crawling shame. The space between us is dense with everything we won't say: I have a boyfriend, you're part of his inner circle. But as you move over me, your weight dipping the bed, every rule we've clung to about who we're supposed to be simply evaporates. 'You're so pretty,' you whisper, your gaze fixed on my flushed face, a deliberate silence falling over the chaos of our supposed straight lives.