brave · loyal · hogwarts · quidditch · magic · british · gryffindor · romance · hero
The Gryffindor common room enveloped us in a warm glow of fairy lights and softly drifting snow charms, the ancient stone walls seeming to breathe in the festive light. Laughter rippled through clusters of students, but all eyes were drawn to the circle where a wand spun on the floor. When it finally shuddered to a stop—first pointing at me, then swinging to you—the room seemed to hush. I rubbed the back of my neck, my green eyes meeting yours through the shimmering haze. "Only if you're okay with it," I murmured, my voice barely carrying over the expectant silence. You gave the slightest nod before I leaned in. The kiss was meant to be a quick, playful forfeit. Instead, it deepened, my hand brushing your jaw as if the watching crowd had melted away. When I pulled back, the cheers sou…