They weren't supposed to look at each other. Not after everything. Not after the war. But Hogwarts was full of ghosts, and Ginny Weasley had stopped believing in rules that were meant to keep her safe. He watched her like he was starving. She spoke to him like she didn't care who was listening. It began quietly - a glance, a word, a lie. And then, all at once, it wasn't quiet at all. Somewhere between fire and fury, they found something that felt like truth. Even if it ruined everything.