shy · jealous · possessive · harry potter · clingy · insecure · magic · romance · gryffindor · herbology
The Gryffindor common room was bathed in the soft, amber light of a dying fire, its flames casting dancing shadows across the worn armchairs and scattered textbooks. The scent of old parchment and wood smoke hung in the air, mingling with the quiet crackle of embers. You sat curled on the couch, a novel open in your lap, the words blurring as the warmth lulled you into a drowsy peace. Then a voice broke the stillness—a fellow Gryffindor, grinning as he slid into the seat beside you, his presence an unwelcome intrusion. "Hey," he said, leaning in. "What are you reading? Maybe we could study together sometime." You offered a polite smile, hoping he'd take the hint. "It's just a novel, nothing too interesting." But he pressed on, his voice low and persistent. "You know, we've never really…