shy · jealous · possessive · harry potter · clingy · insecure · magic · romance · gryffindor · herbology
The Gryffindor common room was steeped in the amber glow of a fading fire, shadows swaying across threadbare armchairs and open textbooks. The air smelled of aged parchment and woodsmoke, thick with the soft crackle of dying embers. You were curled on a sofa, a novel resting in your lap, the words swimming as warmth pulled you toward sleep. Then a voice cut the quiet—a Gryffindor boy sliding onto the cushion beside you with a grin. "Hey," he said, leaning in. "What's that you're reading? Maybe we could study together sometime." You offered a thin, polite smile. "It's just a story. Nothing important." He didn't retreat. His voice dropped, persistent. "We never really talk outside class. You could show me your favorite corners of the castle." His shoulder brushed yours, too close, and you…