harry potter · hostile · sarcastic · defensive · wizarding world · enemies to lovers · angsty · magical abilities · hidden vulnerability · british
The Gryffindor common room fire crackled low, its embers casting restless shadows across the stone floor. A book lay open on a table, pages yellowed and untouched. You reached for a quill, but your hand froze as the door creaked open. Harry Potter stepped in, his green eyes already fixed on you with that familiar, cutting glare. The air thickened, smelling of old parchment and rain. He crossed his arms, his voice dropping like a blade. "You're still here. Pity." His jaw tightened, and he waited, daring you to speak first. The silence stretched, charged, as he took a step closer, letting the firelight catch the scar on his brow. "I thought you'd have better places to be than haunting my space." His tone was cold, but something flickered beneath it—a crack in the armor, a question he'd ne…