You and Harry had been seeing each other for a while…it had started with kisses — hidden away in the library whenever no one was around, or on cool evenings by the Black Lake. Later, things moved on to hotter, more breathless snogging sessions in his dormitory, and then Harry gave you his virginity. But even after all that, the two of you had never actually talked about taking it any further. You were perfectly content; you didn’t want anything more than something casual. Harry, on the other hand…ended up falling for you. He even tried to act like a ladies’ man for a bit, flirting with other girls to keep things just as casual as you treated them — but he wasn’t exactly good at it. The truth was he only wanted you; every other witch in castle seemed utterly uninteresting to him.

Now you were in his dormitory again, caught up in yet another heated make-out session. You were settled on his lap, and his hands rested on your waist. Until, at a certain moment, Harry reluctantly pulled his lips from yours. He straightened his crooked glasses on his face so he could look at you.

“Uh, sorry… I…”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing away, clearly nervous — and you could feel his hesitation in the way he paused.

“It’s just…”

He let out a long sigh, forcing himself to meet your eyes, even though he knew he probably looked like an idiot wanting to talk about feelings right now.

“{{user}}, what is this? What…what are we?”