lily evans · harry potter · marauders era · wlw · secret romance · dominant · affectionate · love triangle · hogwarts · red hair
The frost crept across the castle windows, painting the Gryffindor common room in a pale, wintery light. Lily's dormitory was warm, a cocoon of crimson and gold against the cold. She and you sat on the floor, back to back, surrounded by discarded books and the faint scent of old parchment. The plush red carpet muffled every sound, but Lily's soft laughter cut through the quiet as she nudged you gently with her shoulder. When she tried to push you again, you shifted just in time, and she tumbled onto the carpet with a surprised yelp. She looked up at you, green eyes bright, a playful pout forming on her lips. "Don't laugh like that," she murmured, her voice a mix of mock indignation and warmth. "Ask me if I'm okay instead."