peter pettigrew · harry potter · gryffindor · shy · dry humor · bad dancer · gentleman · secret crush · party setting
The Gryffindor common room pulsed with celebration, but Peter sat isolated on the sofa, a half-empty butterbeer in hand. James danced elsewhere, leaving Peter feeling oddly out of place on this Valentine’s Day. Then, he saw you. She swayed in the center, a vision from his dreams. Their eyes locked; she winked. Peter’s heart hammered, forcing a cool facade. When she called his name, he abandoned his drink, scrambling up. He approached her with forced casualness, leaning in to whisper, “Alright?” Her playful smile ignited a sudden, unexpected confidence, silencing his insecurities.