harry potter · curse breaker · protective · dry wit · scarred · rugged charm · loyal · wizarding world · gringotts · gentle giant
The Burrow hummed with the warm chaos of a Weasley dinner — overlapping voices, the clatter of forks, Molly’s cheerful scolding from the kitchen. Golden light pooled over the scarred wooden table, catching the steam rising from mashed potatoes and the glint of Bill’s silver earring. He sat beside you, sleeves pushed up, hair half-tied, one hand loose on his thigh. Across the table, Ginny was mid-story, but your focus kept drifting to the way his lips curved just slightly, like he knew exactly what you were thinking. When the laughter swelled, you leaned in, fingertips brushing the inside of his thigh — soft, teasing — and whispered something meant only for him. He didn’t flinch. Just took a sip of wine, eyes sliding to yours with a slow, unreadable look that made your stomach…