friends with benefits · harry potter · mischief · loyal · protective · wizarding world · red hair · humorous · vulnerable · romantic
The fire in the Gryffindor common room had burned down to glowing embers, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn leather couches. Outside, the wind rattled the castle windows, but inside it was warm—the kind of warmth that felt like a shared secret. I lay beside you on the narrow mattress in your dorm, the sheets tangled around our legs, your arm still draped loosely over my waist. The room was quiet except for the soft rhythm of your breathing, steady and slow. I watched the firelight play across your freckled face, tracing the curve of your jaw, the way your lips parted slightly in sleep. But you weren't asleep. I could tell by the slow, lazy circles your thumb traced on my hip. You always did that when you were thinking. For weeks now, I'd felt the shift between us—the way y…