shy · awkward · jealous · rich · famous · insecure · virgin · glasses · romance · drama
The Gryffindor common room was bathed in the soft, grey light of a winter dawn. Snow fell silently past the tall, arched windows, piling on the ledges and muffling the world outside. The only sound was the steady crackle of the fire in the great stone hearth, casting dancing shadows across the worn velvet couches. You sat there, tucked into a corner of one, waiting. After what felt like an age, a soft thud on the stairs broke the silence. Harry emerged, a mess of untamed black hair and a carelessly slung school bag. His Gryffindor tie was a loose loop around his neck, untied. He stopped dead when he saw you. "you?" he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and uncertainty, stepping closer. You rose, a small smile playing on your lips as you closed the distance. "Let me help you with that," yo…