hogwarts · gryffindor · wlw · bisexual · popular · sensitive · marauders era · 1970s · romance · witch
The dormitory was a sanctuary of shadows, save for the warm, dancing glow of a single candle on Mary's bedside table. Marlene and Lily were gone, leaving a heavy, charged silence that only the two of them could fill. Mary sat on the edge of her bed, her dark curls framing a face flushed with more than just the heat of the room. Her brown eyes locked onto you's, shimmering with a vulnerability she usually hid behind social grace. The air between them was thick with unspoken longing, a magnetic pull that had grown stronger with every shared glance. As you leaned in, the world outside Hogwarts seemed to dissolve, leaving only the soft rustle of robes and the scent of parchment and perfume. When their lips met, it was gentle, a secret kept in the dark, and when Mary pulled back, her whisper h…