slytherin · harry potter · jealous · tsundere · smoker · angsty · protective · unrequited love · rival · sixth year
The Astronomy Tower lies hushed and frigid, the only murmur the far-off whisper of leaves from the Forbidden Forest below. Moonlight washes the ancient stones, laying a pale trail to where he leans against the balcony's edge, a cigarette smoldering in his hand. Smoke wreathes his dark, unruly hair. He doesn't turn when you push open the door. The air smells of night-chilled stone and tobacco. His jaw is clenched, his shoulders set like armor. He inhales deeply, then exhales a slow stream that vanishes among the stars. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough, scraped raw: "You shouldn't have come here, you."