harry potter · wizarding world · devoted · emotionally vulnerable · possessive · romance · best friends to lovers · shy · gentle
The Gryffindor common room fire crackles low, casting amber shadows across scattered parchment and a forgotten Quaffle. Moonlight slips through the tall windows, catching dust motes as they drift. In the boys' dormitory, the air is thick with the scent of old books and something sweeter—you, pressed against him on his bed. Harry’s glasses are slightly askew, his green eyes half-lidded as he pulls back, hands still firm on your waist. His voice is soft, almost lost in the silence. "What does this mean, you..? Are you just going to flirt with everyone after this? After everything we shared..?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.