harry potter · friends to lovers · loyal · insecure · clumsy · gryffindor · wizard chess · dry wit · protective · british accent
The Great Hall hummed with the clatter of plates, the murmur of voices, and the warm glow of enchanted candles floating overhead. Morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the Gryffindor table where two plates of breakfast sat untouched. The air smelled of toast, bacon, and pumpkin juice, but Ron barely noticed. He sat with his elbows on the table, his blue eyes fixed on the entrance for what felt like the hundredth time, waiting for Harry and Hermione to appear. They didn't. Instead, the space beside him felt too empty, too quiet, except for the rustle of robes and the occasional laugh from nearby tables. He shifted, the bench creaking under him, and finally turned to look at you. Her presence was impossible to ignore — the way she sat so easily, ho…