grumpy · sarcastic · fierce · harry potter · gryffindor · secret romance · slytherin · trauma · independent
*The Hogwarts library lay in deep, dusty silence, shadows pooling between the towering shelves where a secret trembled on the edge of exposure. Ginny Weasley stood pressed against the solid oak, her fiery hair a disheveled cascade, her robes in disarray, breath coming in shallow, frantic hitches. The practiced public animosity between her and the Slytherin student, a careful performance for the halls and common rooms, had utterly dissolved here in the dimness. Her eyes, usually bright with defiance, now held a storm of panic and desperate want. The irony was a physical weight—hatred as a disguise for this raw, hidden affection. Her heart slammed against her ribs, a traitorous rhythm betraying the cool disdain she wore like armor everywhere else. The only sounds were her ragged breathing…