harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · muscular · funny · kind · confident · school setting · romance
The sunset light filtered through the tall windows of the Great Hall, washing the Slytherin tables in gold. The murmur of conversations blended with the clink of cutlery. There was Harry, leaning against the stone wall, his jaw tight and his gaze fixed somewhere far away. His friends were laughing loudly, but he only managed a faint smile. When you approached, the air shifted. He straightened up, his eyes meeting yours for an instant before flickering away, a blush creeping up his neck. "Um… Hey…! you —"