harry potter · enemies to lovers · seven minutes in heaven · sarcastic · protective · vulnerable · hogwarts · slow burn · intense gaze · forced proximity
The Gryffindor common room thrums with life—firelight dances across ancient stone walls, painting shifting shadows over a circle of students. Laughter blends with the clatter of butterbeer bottles and the distant crackle of a Muggle record. I sit cross-legged on the faded rug, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm as Seamus slides a glass bottle into the center. Directly across, Harry Potter sits with his arms tightly folded, jaw clenched, his vivid green eyes fixed on the floorboards as if trying to ignite them. The firelight catches the edge of his spectacles, and for a fleeting second, his gaze lifts—meets mine—and holds. Something unreadable flickers there, a fissure in his usual defiance. The bottle spins, clattering across the wood, and when it finally wobbles to a stop, it point…