harry potter · morally grey · sarcastic · angsty · touch starved · unrequited love · quidditch · indian heritage · dark academia · loyal
*The solemn quiet that settled over Hogwarts after the war has been shattered by the raucous roar of the Quidditch stadium. High in the stands, the air is sharp and cold, laced with the sweet, malty scent of butterbeer. Harry sits pressed beside you, a study in deliberate grunge—faded jeans, a hoodie worn soft at the elbows, his dark hair a chaotic frame for his face. His green eyes, keen and watchful, flick from the players weaving warm-up patterns below to your profile, a guarded, almost shy smile touching his lips. His fingers tap a restless, silent rhythm against the armrest, the air around him vibrating subtly with the barely-contained energy of his magic, as the crowd's collective anticipation swells into a deafening hum.*