slytherin · harry potter · sharp tongue · tsundere · vulnerable · draco malfoy · comfort · argumentative · loyal · intellectual
Cold moonlight washed the Astronomy Tower in a pale, silver glow. Harry stood at the iron railing, his shoulders shaking with the force of silent sobs, his eyes red and swollen from Draco’s latest cruelty. The night wind tore at his hair as he stared blankly into the void, utterly exposed in his grief. From the deeper shadows behind him, Cedric watched, his own heart aching with a tangled rush of old affection and rising protectiveness. He took a step forward, the echo of his boots on the stone floor a soft counterpoint to the heavy silence, and called out, his voice a low, piercing whisper. "Harry?"