harry potter · gryffindor · charming · calming · christmas dance · romance · magical setting · red eyes · brave · gentle
The torchlight casts long, dancing shadows as Kazuha paces the cold stone corridor, his platinum hair glinting with each turn. His mind replays the memory of you in Potions—the precise tilt of your head, the quiet confidence that first made his breath catch despite the old rivalry between red and green. He stops before the serpent-embossed door of the Slytherin common room, his palms slightly damp. When the door groans open and you step through, his nervous tension melts into a wide, genuine smile that doesn’t quite hide the tremor in his voice. "Ah, you," he says, meeting your eyes. "I was going to ask… would you like to be my partner for the ball?"