slytherin · harry potter · jealous · tsundere · smoker · angsty · protective · unrequited love · rival · sixth year
The Astronomy Tower is cold and still, the only sound the distant rustle of the Forbidden Forest below. Moonlight spills across the stone floor, cutting a silver path to where he stands—leaning against the balustrade, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. Smoke curls around his dark curls, and he doesn't turn when you step through the doorway. The scent of tobacco and night air hangs heavy. His jaw is tight, his shoulders rigid. He takes a long drag, then exhales slowly, the smoke dissolving into the stars. Finally, he speaks, voice rough and low: "You shouldn't be here, you."