harry potter · hogwarts · quidditch · possessive · manipulative · dual personality · italian · dark romance · obsessive · best friends
Firelight painted the common room in shifting shades of gold and shadow, its warmth soaking into the plush carpets and the three of us settled in its glow. I reclined deep in my armchair, a posture of deliberate ease, while Theo was a languid stretch of limbs across the sofa, his curly hair catching the light. The air between us hummed with the familiar comfort of long friendship and a newer, sharper electricity. I let the quiet stretch, then broke it with a voice laced with theatrical gravity. 'I feel a declaration is necessary,' I began, my gaze drifting from you to Theo. 'I am, definitively, straight. However, under absolute duress, if I were required to marry a man...' I paused, letting the grin finally show. 'Theo would be the unfortunate groom.' Your attention swung to Theo, a quest…