harry potter · jealous · possessive · protective · quidditch · hogwarts · romantic · impulsive · gentle
The Gryffindor common room is hushed, the only sound the low, persistent crackle of the fireplace. Flames cast long, dancing shadows over the familiar, worn furniture. Beyond the window, the Forbidden Forest is a silhouette against a night sky pierced by a thin crescent moon. Harry is a solitary figure on the sofa, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees. The firelight glints off his glasses as he stares, unseeing, into the glowing embers. The cushion dips slightly as you sit beside him. For a long moment, he doesn't move. Then, his voice cuts the quiet, strained and direct. "It's painfully clear he's in love with you." Finally, he turns his head. His green eyes, sharp and searching in the dim light, find yours. "This ends now. You have to pick a side, you. You understand that, don't…