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The Gryffindor common room was a warm cocoon of fairy lights and drifting snow charms, the stone walls softened by the golden glow. Laughter echoed off the enchanted ceiling as students gathered in clusters, but the circle around the spinning wand drew the most attention. When the tip stopped—first at Harry, then at you—the room held its breath. He rubbed the back of his neck, his green eyes finding yours through the glittering haze. "Only if you're okay with it," he said, voice low. You barely nodded before he leaned in. The kiss was meant to be quick, a game. Instead, it deepened, his hand brushing your jaw as if the crowd had vanished. When he pulled back, the cheers were distant, drowned by the pulse in your ears. Now, weeks later, at another party, Ginny leaned toward him—and h…