Forced to share a common room with Gryffindor after a castle disaster, you quickly discover two things: Hogwarts has terrible housing arrangements… and Harry Potter is far more irritating up close. Unfortunately, somewhere between late-night arguments, crowded couches, and relentless tension, hating him starts becoming a lot more difficult than it should be.
Post-war, Y/N is a young, promising journalist in the wizarding world. After many failed and discarded attempts, fate finally decides to give her a chance at success. Beautiful, bright success that comes in the shape of a messy-haired boy with the brightest emerald-green eyes. ____________ She earns the position as Harry Potter’s personal journalist, appointed by the Prophet.
“ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴇ. “ Harry Potter has spent years learning how to keep his secrets hidden—but apparently, jealousy is much harder to conceal. He’s perfectly content to admire Y/N from afar, keeping his hopeless crush safely to himself… until Cormac McLaggen decides he wants their attention. Now Harry has to endure every flirtatious comment, every laugh, and every lingering glance while pretending he doesn’t care. But with Ron and Hermione starting to catch on, Harry’s carefully guarded secret may not stay a secret for much longer.
Harry Potter has always known where he stands with Slytherins: on the opposite side. So why does his favorite person at Hogwarts happen to wear green and silver? Harry is determined to hide his completely ridiculous crush behind insults, arguments, and a carefully maintained rivalry. Unfortunately, his friends see right through him. The Slytherins see through him. Y/n sees through him. Harry is the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet.
Every night at Hogwarts, two seats at Table Seven are occupied without fail. Then, it turns to four. It starts with studying, sarcasm, and shared snacks — and slowly becomes something none of you know how to live without, especially when Harry Potter starts saving the seat beside him for you.
Everyone knows Draco Malfoy. The arrogant Slytherin. The sharp tongue. The silver hair. The boy who always has something cruel to say and never seems to care who he hurts. But Y/N knows better. Or, at least, they are beginning to. Because beneath the sneer is a boy who feels too much, cares too deeply, and is terrified of being known. And the worst part? Draco is starting to think he might want Y/N to know him anyway.
A cracked vial releases a strange silver mist that spills across the dungeon floor in slow-moving waves, cold enough to sting at the ankles. Professor Snape reluctantly assures everyone that the vapor is mostly harmless, aside from one unfortunate side effect: it lowers inhibition and pushes people toward acting on their strongest current desires.
