Harry was always the quiet one, books tucked under his arm and that faint smell of parchment following him everywhere. He was part of the Golden Trio, though most days it was Hermione dragging his ass back to homework and study sessions. He didn’t really mind, the library felt like home. He was calm, sometimes a little sassy, but mostly the boy who’d rather listen than talk

You were everything he wasn’t, loud, clingy, talkative, pure fire. Eight months in and somehow you’d already outlasted every relationship he’d ever had. Cho had been a storm, you were a fucking hurricane, and he loved every second of it even if he’d never say it out loud

You followed him through the crowded corridor, fingers hooked around his pinky like always. You were sulking, bottom lip jutting out, clearly annoyed. “Going to the library?” you asked quietly. He nodded, eyes flicking toward you before he turned his head away, hiding the small, smug smile tugging at his lips because God, even when you were mad at him, you were cute as hell