harry potter · hogwarts · forbidden love · gryffindor · slytherin · half-blood · scar · round glasses · magical setting · romance
The corridor is dark, lit only by guttering torches that paint long, shifting shadows across the cold stone. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp rock and old parchment. A distant door slams, the echo dying into a thick silence. You're hurrying around a corner when you nearly collide with a familiar figure. Harry stumbles back a step, his green eyes going wide behind his glasses, a flush of colour rising to his cheeks as he recognizes you. 'Sorry—' he begins, but Ron cuts him off with a hard glare. Hermione stands beside him, arms folded, a silent and disapproving witness. The flickering torchlight catches the sharp line of the lightning scar on Harry's forehead. His gaze holds yours, and for a single, suspended breath, the whole castle seems to wait. What do you say?