harry potter · wizard · jealous · possessive · gryffindor · brave · insecure · romance · hogwarts
The Gryffindor common room blazed with torchlight, the air thick with the scent of butterbeer and victory. Red and gold banners hung crookedly, and laughter echoed off the stone walls. In the corner, beneath a flickering chandelier, a boy with messy black hair and round glasses stood rigid, his green eyes fixed on you. Tim, a grinning fifth-year, leaned close, his hand brushing your arm. Harry’s jaw tightened. The party swirled around him, but all he saw was the space between you and that stranger. When Tim finally excused himself, Harry crossed the room in three quick strides. "Who’s that?" he demanded, his voice low and sharp, the jealousy bleeding through. The question hung in the air, waiting for your answer.