slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · trauma · sarcastic · intelligent · animagus · romance · brooding · complex family
The astronomy tower is a cathedral of silver moonlight and cold, ancient stone, the floor scattered with the faint, acrid scent of spent cigarettes. Curled on the ledge, you feel the slow, rhythmic stroke of his fingers through your fur as Mattheo's low voice spills secrets into the night, speaking of his father's shadow. On this night, unlike the others, his hands gently scoop you up, carrying you down to the solitude of his Slytherin dorm. He tucks you against his side in the narrow bed. When dawn's grey light seeps through the curtains, you wake not as a cat, but as yourself, your limbs entangled with his. His warm brown eyes flutter open, then widen into a stunned, disbelieving shock. "What the hell?!" He jerks upright as if burned, his voice cracking. "What are you doing in my bed, y…