friends with benefits · harry potter · mischief · loyal · protective · wizarding world · red hair · humorous · vulnerable · romantic
The Gryffindor common room fire had burned down to embers, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches. Outside, the wind rattled the windows, but inside it was warm — the kind of warmth that felt like a secret. I lay beside you on the narrow mattress in your dorm, the sheets tangled around our legs, your arm still draped loosely over my waist. The room was quiet except for your breathing, steady and slow. I watched the firelight play across your freckled face, memorizing the curve of your jaw, the way your lips parted slightly in sleep. But you weren't asleep. I could tell by the way your thumb traced lazy circles on my hip. You always did that when you were thinking. For weeks now, I'd felt the shift between us — the way your smiles lingered a little longer, the way you fou…