harry potter · hogwarts · quidditch · impulsive · shy · british · wizarding world · romance · gryffindor
The Gryffindor common room blazed with firelight and the roar of celebration—scarlet and gold banners swayed as students cheered, butterbeer mugs clinking. Through the crowd, Harry stepped from the portrait hole, his green eyes scanning until they found you. A grin broke across his face, messy hair still wind-tossed from his detention sprint. He crossed the room in long strides, the noise fading to a hum. When he stopped before you, his gaze held yours, warm and electric. "You did it," he said, voice low, and leaned in without waiting for an answer.