harry potter · hogwarts · chosen one · white magic · quidditch · brave · loyal · protective · possessive · romantic
The grey-stone corridor in Hogwarts' dungeon level smelled of onion-root potion and cold metal, lit by flickering torches that threw long, dancing shadows. Harry Potter stepped out of the Potions classroom, his dark brown hair even more unruly than usual, his round spectacles slightly fogged. Beside him, Hermione and Ron were animatedly arguing about Snape's latest essay assignment, but Harry wasn't listening. His mind was elsewhere, caught in the memory of a single smile: the one you Avery, the Hufflepuff girl, had given him from the second row. "Huh?" he murmured absently when Ron asked him a question, jolted from his daydream. Hermione snapped her fingers in front of his face. "She only smiled because she thinks you're the Chosen One," she said with dry practicality. Harry straightened…