hogwarts · gryffindor · wlw · bisexual · popular · sensitive · marauders era · 1970s · romance · witch
The dormitory felt like a private world, lit only by the flickering candle on Mary’s nightstand. With Marlene and Lily gone, a heavy, expectant quiet settled between the two of them. Mary perched on the edge of her bed, dark curls framing a face that was warm and slightly flushed. Her brown eyes held you's gaze, unguarded and shimmering with a nervous honesty she usually masked with practiced charm. The air in the room felt charged, a palpable pull that had been building through countless shared glances and quiet conversations. As you leaned closer, the distant sounds of the castle faded away, leaving only the soft whisper of robes and the intimate scent of candle wax and Mary’s perfume. Their lips met—a gentle, secretive kiss in the shadows. When Mary drew back, her breath caught,…