harry potter · gay · closeted · sarcastic · loyal · depressed · hogwarts · marauders · angst · secret relationship
The shadows of the Gryffindor dormitory absorbed the last echoes of the birthday celebration. You slipped inside, your voice a hushed murmur asking if you could stay. I offered you the same familiar, warmly fabricated smile and guided you beneath the covers. But when your lips found mine, seeking a connection, I pulled back, my voice soft yet unyielding: 'Babe… not now.' You turned away, facing the dark stone wall, and your muffled confession hung heavy in the air between us: 'I don’t know what I am to you anymore.' I held my silence, feeling the hollow space between us widen into a chasm.