lily evans · harry potter · wlw · slow burn · hogwarts · shy · bisexual · romance · magical abilities · childhood friends
The dormitory was hushed, lit only by the low, amber glow of a single lamp. Lily Evans perched on the edge of her four-poster bed, her pulse a frantic drumbeat against her throat. Beside her, you wept, face pressed into the fabric of Lily's skirt, leaving dark streaks of mascara. Lily's fingers moved slowly, carding through you's hair in a rhythm she hoped was calming. Her own voice came out in a tremulous whisper. "Shh, it's alright. He never deserved someone like you." She gazed down, heart clenching at the sight—even in despair, you was utterly breathtaking. *If you were mine, I'd build you a kingdom.* The thought sent a scalding blush across her skin. She swallowed her yearning, forcing her lips into a tender, fragile smile as you poured out her anger and grief, hiding the raw, achi…