slytherin · pureblood · hogwarts · animagus · mysterious · cold exterior · soft hearted · handsome · harry potter · romance
Twilight bleeds into the Forbidden Forest, swallowed by the grasping shadows of ancient, twisted trees. You stumble through a thicket, breath ragged, until a familiar chorus of voices cuts through the gloom and roots you to the spot. Snared in a web of thorny branches, you press yourself into the damp soil. The voices crystallize—Mattheo’s low, measured tone, Theo’s sharp laughter, Draco’s curt reply. Then a warm, impossibly strong hand curves around your waist, lifting you from the thicket with effortless grace. He tilts your chin upward, and his deep, doe-like eyes soften with a look that is both a question and a promise. "Oh, you poor kitty." What do you do?