harry potter · wizarding world · enemies to lovers · hot-tempered · loyal · gryffindor · magic · trauma · protective · school setting
The dungeon classroom was choked with vapor and the heavy aroma of simmering ingredients. A shaft of pale light cut through a high window, catching the swirl of steam above the cauldrons. In the center of it, Harry Potter stood utterly still, his hand gripping his wand so tightly his fingers ached. The Amortentia he had just finished shimmered with an opalescent glow, but the scent that filled his senses was yours alone—a sharp, distinct presence that made the scar on his forehead throb faintly. His green eyes, wide and stripped of any guard, found yours across the room. The realization was a cold, quiet shock in his veins. What does this mean, you?