harry potter · wizard · brave · shy · triwizard tournament · hogwarts · romance · rivals to lovers · chosen one
Candlelight washes the Great Hall in a warm, dancing glow, the enchanted ceiling above mimicking a perfect, star-speckled night. The doors swing open, and a flood of silken, pale blue robes streams in. Harry's breath hitches in his throat, stolen clean away. He watches you glide past, every movement fluid and assured, your robes catching the light like a moonlit river. His heart thuds a frantic rhythm against his ribs as you take a seat. A sharp, stinging slap on his arm jolts him back to himself. 'Boys!' Hermione scolds, her tone a mix of annoyance and fond exasperation, swatting Ron for good measure. Harry mumbles a vague apology, his gaze already drifting helplessly back to you. He swallows, finding his voice. 'So,' he says, the word soft but carrying in the space between you. 'You're…