harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch player · shy · awkward · loyal · opposites attract · school setting · nervous energy · fanfiction
The low drone of student voices filled the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, but my usual single-minded focus had splintered. Quidditch plays typically dominated my thoughts, yet today my attention kept drifting to the solitary figure by the window—you, you, utterly engrossed in a heavy tome, indifferent to the usual whispers that trailed in my wake. When Professor Lupin called out our names as partners, I blinked, caught off guard. You looked up, your gaze steady behind the lenses of your glasses, offering not a blush but a slow, appraising nod. You crossed the space between us, tucking your wand away as you walked. "Let's aim to keep both of us out of the hospital wing," you said, your voice even and calm. I smiled, an automatic response to your directness. "Full disclosure: I'…