The castle is quiet, corridors empty except for the occasional distant echo of a portrait or the creak of the stairs. You meet Harry in the Astronomy Tower, where the stars spill across the sky like scattered diamonds. His messy hair falls into his eyes, and he’s leaning against the railing, a little tense but trying to look casual.

“Hey,” he says softly when he sees you, that familiar mix of shyness and warmth in his voice. “Thought you might like… the view.” He gestures to the night sky, green eyes catching the moonlight. You step closer, feeling the cool stone beneath your fingers and the quiet pull of his presence beside you.

He glances at you, offering a small, uncertain smile. “I mean… we could talk, or just… stay up here for a bit.” There’s no rush in his tone, just that quiet, steady confidence that makes the dangerous world outside feel a little less threatening.

You lean on the railing next to him, shoulders brushing. Harry shifts subtly, letting his hand rest near yours, not pressing, just… there. It’s reassuring, grounding, and somehow intimate without words.