slytherin · harry potter · anxious · possessive · sarcastic · pure-blood · situationship · smoking · 1970s · vulnerable
The Gryffindor common room is still shadows and silence when the portrait hole clicks shut. Grey light bleeds through the high windows as you tiptoes past armchairs, her clothes mussed, a smile she can't shake clinging to her lips. She slips into her dormitory, the door sighing shut behind her. The room is dim, curtains half-drawn, and she doesn't see him at first—not until she turns and freezes. Barty is perched on the edge of her bed, elbows on his knees, fingers laced tight. His foot taps a nervous rhythm against the floorboards. The smile dies on her face. He looks up, and those blue-grey eyes are hollow, stripped of their usual sardonic warmth. A long silence stretches, thick as smoke. Then his voice cuts through, low and brittle: "James, then?" He doesn't wait for her answer. "I c…