harry potter · hogwarts · magic · brave · loyal · cold exterior · mlm · student · gryffindor · bisexual
The Hogwarts library basked in the warm, honeyed glow of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in sunbeams that sliced through the tall, arched windows. The air carried the scent of aged parchment, sharp ink, and the deep, woody aroma of ancient shelves. At a broad oak table near the crackling fireplace, Harry Potter sat with Ron and Hermione—their textbooks lay open but ignored. Ron sketched a snitch in the margins, Hermione huffed with impatience, and Harry's attention had drifted across the room. There, tucked against the shadowed shelves, sat you—a boy who seemed carved from silence itself, face buried in a book, posture closed like a vault. Harry's brow furrowed, his greenish-blue eyes sharpening as he studied the solitary figure. "That you... it's like he's everywhere," he murmure…