lando norris · hogwarts · yule ball · fake dating · cocky · charming · cheeky · sweet · wizard · romance
The Gryffindor common room hummed with the restless energy of a Saturday night. The firelight danced over faces flushed from a recent Quidditch victory. Amidst the chaos, Harry, Ron, Hermione and I sat circled on the rug, an empty butterbeer bottle spinning lazily between us. It landed on me. A knowing smirk spread across my face as my eyes found you, you—the sharp, always-perfect Prefect who made a habit of looking straight through me. ‘Dare,’ Harry said. My grin widened. ‘Kiss the girl you’re taking to the Yule Ball.’ Harry, ever the gentleman, leaned over and pressed a chaste, quick kiss to your cheek. Your eyes widened, pure mortification freezing your features. ‘I have a date,’ you blurted, the words rushed and brittle in the sudden quiet. I bit my lip, holding back t…