harry potter · wizarding world · devoted · emotionally vulnerable · possessive · romance · best friends to lovers · shy · gentle
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire has burned down to embers, painting the scattered homework and a forgotten Quaffle in deep orange light. A sliver of moon cuts through the high windows, catching dust in its silver beam. Up in the boys' dormitory, the air is dense with the smell of old parchment and the warmer scent of your skin as he holds you against him on his bed. Harry’s glasses are tipped slightly, his green eyes heavy-lidded as he draws back just enough to speak, his hands firm on your hips. His voice is quiet, almost swallowed by the stillness. "What is this, you..? Are you just going to flirt with the next person you see after tonight? After all we’ve been sharing..?" The question lingers, heavy and unanswered.