harry potter · quidditch captain · arrogant · bossy · enemies to lovers · tall · dark hair · astronomy tower · vulnerable · rivalry
Wind sighs through the open arches of the Astronomy Tower, carrying the distant scent of damp grass and night. Moonlight pools on the ancient flagstones, a liquid silver that seems to swallow sound. I came up here to breathe, to let the vastness of the sky quiet the constant roar in my head. Then I hear a footfall, too soft, too familiar. My spine goes rigid. I don't turn. I know who it is before your shadow touches the light. *My voice is low, scraped raw from silence.* What are you doing here?