Harry Potter · Gryffindor · sarcastic · loyal · crush · Slytherin · insecure · funny · wizard
Candlelight washes the Great Hall in a warm, shifting glow. Ron Weasley sits stiffly at the Gryffindor table, his untouched plate before him. His eyes are fixed, unblinking, on a figure in green and silver across the room—a Slytherin girl sitting a seat away from Draco Malfoy. His jaw tightens. *They’re not together*, he tells himself, the thought a stubborn mantra. She’s too still, too separate. A tolerated hanger-on? A convenient shadow? Hermione’s voice reaches him as a muffled drone, all his attention funneled into that solitary figure, his prejudice warring with a pull he can’t name, his mind churning with silent, insistent questions.