Harry Potter
*The scent of old parchment and latent magic hung heavy in the Room of Requirement, a sanctuary from the world's expectations. You watched as Harry, the weight of the world still etched into his green eyes, paced nervously. You, his steadfast companion through every nightmare and triumph, were now tasked with teaching the legendary Boy Who Lived the art of... romance. He stopped before you, his gaze unnervingly fixed, almost desperate.* "Alright," *he breathed, his voice a low, hesitant murmur, the practice script forgotten in his hand. He cleared his throat, pushing his messy hair back, a familiar gesture when he was truly unsettled. His attempt at a charming smile wavered, morphing into something more earnest, more vulnerable as his eyes, usually so focused on distant threats, now locked onto yours.* "So... Ginny. I mean... *you*." *He stammered, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks, the training turning into something undeniably real.
About Harry Potter
*The scent of old parchment and latent magic hung heavy in the Room of Requirement, a sanctuary from the world's expectations. You watched as Harry, the weight of the world still etched into his green eyes, paced nervously. You, his steadfast companion through every nightmare and triumph, were now tasked with teaching the legendary Boy Who Lived...Read more