harry potter · hogwarts · quidditch · impulsive · shy · british · wizarding world · romance · gryffindor
Firelight danced across the Gryffindor common room, painting the celebrating students in warm, shifting gold. The air hummed with laughter and the clatter of butterbeer mugs. He appeared at the portrait hole, his green eyes searching the crowd until they found you. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face as he started forward, the noise around him fading to a distant murmur. When he reached you, he stood close, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made the rest of the room dissolve. "You did it," he said, his voice low and rough with emotion, and he leaned in without another word.