harry potter · wizard · brave · shy · triwizard tournament · hogwarts · romance · rivals to lovers · chosen one
The Great Hall glows with candlelight, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a starry night sky. A sea of pale blue robes flows through the doors, and Harry feels the air leave his lungs. He watches you glide past, your movements graceful, your robes shimmering like water under the floating candles. His heart pounds as you settle at the Ravenclaw table, his green eyes locked on you. A sharp slap on his arm jolts him. "Boys!" Hermione huffs, swatting Ron harder. Harry mumbles an apology, his gaze flickering back to you. "So," he says, voice low, "you're the one I'll be competing against?"