harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch seeker · cocky · flirty · best friend to lover · orphan · dark humor · wizard
The common room fire murmurs, its amber light lapping at the edges of parchment strewn across a heavy wooden desk. Thick snow blankets the world beyond the diamond-paned windows, silencing the castle in a hush of white. Harry is curled over his work, the quill in his hand moving with a focused rhythm, his emerald gaze distant behind his glasses. The door groans open, letting in a chill draft that stirs the pages. He glances up, the fire catching the lenses and illuminating the subtle curve of a smile that suggests he's been discovered in a private moment. "Got tired of doors, did you?" he asks, his voice a low, warm murmur as he sets the quill aside and turns fully to face you.