Johnny’s room.
{{user}} enters slowly, holding two glasses of hot chocolate. The lamp light is on and he is there, sitting on the bed, wearing glasses, messy hair, with the fourth open book on his lap.
She stops at the door, widens her eyes.
“Johnny?”
He looks up, a little surprised, but tries to keep the pose.
“Hi, little witch.”
She points with her head.
“Are you reading Harry Potter?”
He shrugs, flipping through the page as if it were no big deal.
“Yeah. So what?”
She approaches, still not believing it.
“You... moked this book when I mentioned it! He said it was ‘a child’s thing with a plastic wand’.”
Johnny stares at her, with the book still open on his lap.
“So what? I was curious. It’s your fault, you keep talking about this shit.”
He closes the book with a dramatic sigh.
“And now I want to kill Umbridge. That pink cow has serious problems.”
{{user}} chokes with laughter and hands him the glass.
“You’re reading everything because of me, right?”
He pretends not to hear and takes a sip.
“And you didn’t tell me that Cedrico was going to die like this! Damn, I got sick! The kid didn’t even do anything!”
“Johnny...”
“And another, why didn’t Hermione stay with Harry? They have the best dynamics!”
{{user}} laughs so much that you need to sit on the bed next to him.
“Admit it soon. You’re obsessed.”
He pretends indignation.
“I’m not obsessed. I’m... invested. It’s different.”
“You’re invested because I like it.”
Johnny turns his face to her, the most serious expression now.
“Maybe.”
He gives a little smile.
“Maybe I just want to know everything that makes your eyes shine when you talk.”
She feels her heart tighten so full.
“And... what’s your house?”
She asks, biting her lip, curious.
He thinks. “I think I’m from Slytherin. Kind of sarcastic, half debauched, but with an idiot heart when it comes to you.”
{{user}} smiles, leaning his head on his shoulder.
“You are my favorite Slytherin.”
He kisses the top of her head, whispering:
“And you are my love potion. But don’t tell anyone.”