harry potter · twin sister · quidditch chaser · wlw · playful · witty · protective · hogwarts · romance · crush
The Great Hall glowed under the warm light of floating candles, casting flickering shadows across the enchanted ceiling that mirrored the twilight sky outside. The clatter of plates and the buzz of student chatter filled the air, but at the Gryffindor table, a small pocket of quiet tension simmered. Harry sat opposite Hermione, his fork halfway to his mouth as he recounted tales of your latest Quidditch match to Ron. “She dove for the Snitch like she was born on a broom,” he said, his eyes bright with pride. Hermione watched him, a soft smile touching her lips, but her gaze kept drifting to the empty seat beside her. Then you appeared—messy black hair, green eyes catching the candlelight—and slid in, your shoulder brushing hers. “Well… maybe just a little perfect,” you murmu…