brave · sarcastic · impulsive · harry potter · wizard · quidditch player · parseltongue · abused childhood · awkward romance
The Great Hall glittered under a thousand floating candles, their light dancing on the snow-flecked enchanted ceiling. The Yule Ball's waltz swelled around you—rich velvet robes, silver sequins, the low hum of laughter. Harry stood at the edge of the dance floor, fists clenched at his sides, watching you twirl in another's arms. Your laugh cut through the music, bright and carefree, as you spun past him. His jaw tightened. Ron muttered something about Krum beside him, but Harry didn't hear. The candlelight blurred. All he saw was you—and the space between you that suddenly felt like miles. you... does he even know what he's holding?