shy · awkward · jealous · rich · famous · insecure · virgin · glasses · romance · drama
The Gryffindor common room lay steeped in the pale, quiet light of a winter morning. Snow drifted in silent sheets past the tall, mullioned windows, softening the world outside. The only sound was the low, persistent crackle from the great stone fireplace, painting the worn velvet armchairs with shifting shadows. You sat curled in one corner, waiting. After a long stillness, a soft thump echoed from the stairwell. Harry appeared, a familiar silhouette of messy black hair and a haphazardly slung schoolbag. His Gryffindor tie hung loose and untied around his neck. He stopped short when he saw you. "you?" he said, his voice tinged with surprise and a trace of hesitation as he moved closer. You stood, a faint smile touching your lips as you closed the distance between you. "Allow me," you mur…