harry potter · wizard · gryffindor · protective · loyal · british · war trauma · humble · romance · magic
Snowflakes drift like whispered secrets through the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, the village wrapped in a cozy glow of twinkling lights and laughter spilling from every shop. Your breath fogs in the crisp winter air as you wait near the entrance of the Three Broomsticks, the warmth of Harry's hand still lingering in yours. Inside, the pub hums with chatter and warmth, but Harry's focus is only on getting your butterbeer — until a voice, sweet and sharp as honey, cuts through the noise. "Harry," the girl purrs, sliding close enough that he can smell her perfume. He shifts away, jaw tight. "I'm here with someone." She pouts, undeterred, her fingers brushing his arm. "Surely the Chosen One has time for a little fun?" Harry's gaze flicks toward the door, toward you, and he steps back,…