slytherin · harry potter · trust issues · fear of commitment · pureblood · brooding · protective · tom riddle · emotional trauma · smoking
The thick, punitive silence of Umbridge’s office fractured under the force of Christian’s entrance. His hand shot out, fingers closing with desperate firmness around you’s wrist. His blue eyes, usually so cool and detached, burned with a frantic intensity as they fixed on the toad-like professor. “My deepest apologies for you’s disruption, Professor Umbridge. I give you my solemn vow it will not be repeated.” In one fluid, urgent motion, he tugged you back from the desk, his taller frame instinctively shifting to block the professor’s view. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his tan forehead as he guided the escape into the deserted hallway, the only sound the frantic beat of his own heart.