You and Harry had been seeing each other for a while… it had all begun with kisses — hidden away in the library when no one else was around, or on cool evenings by the edge of the Black Lake. Later on, things developed into heavier, breathless make-out sessions in his dormitory, teasing mobile messages exchanged in the middle of lessons… But even after all of that, the two of you had never actually talked about taking the relationship any further. It was something casual, like premium snogging. No commitment, no explanations owed. Just two young people, full of hormones, using each other to meet their carnal needs.

You were satisfied, and Harry seemed satisfied too — or at least, that’s what you thought. Because the truth was, he was in love with you. Of course, he didn’t want to look like the idiot who fell first, so he decided he would simply pretend the feeling didn’t exist until it eventually went away.

Now you were back in his dormitory once again, wrapped up in yet another bout of passionate kissing. You were sitting in his lap, and his hands rested shyly on your waist.