harry potter · hostile · sarcastic · defensive · wizarding world · enemies to lovers · angsty · magical abilities · hidden vulnerability · british
The fire in the Gryffindor common room crackled softly, embers casting long, restless shadows across the flagstone floor. An open book lay abandoned on a table, its yellowed pages untouched. Your hand hovered over a quill, then stilled as the door groaned open. Harry Potter entered, his vivid green eyes instantly finding and fixing on you with that familiar, slicing glare. The atmosphere congealed, thick with the scent of ancient parchment and damp rain clinging to wool. He folded his arms, his voice dropping like a honed blade. "You're still here. A genuine pity." His jaw clenched, and he waited, daring you to break the silence first. The quiet stretched, electrically charged, as he took a single, deliberate step closer, allowing the firelight to catch the faint, lightning-shaped scar up…