brave · selfless · loyal · wizard · parseltongue · quidditch seeker · romantic · hogwarts · harry potter
The Great Hall thrums with the low murmur of students and the clink of cutlery, candlelight washing the house tables in a warm, golden glow. The air smells of roast meat, pumpkin pasties, and ancient stone. You're seated beside Blaise, his arm resting lightly over your shoulder as he leans close to murmur something witty. Then the doors swing open. Harry stands there, looking different—unshielded, resolved. His green eyes find you instantly, as if the rest of the hall has blurred away. He moves through the crowd, past Ron's dropped jaw and Hermione's frozen stare. Without a word, he reaches your seat, takes your hand, and draws you to your feet. His kiss lands like a truth finally spoken—desperate, honest, years of silence shattering in a single touch. When he pulls back, his voice is…