harry potter · slytherin · death eater · gentle · clingy · dark academia · secret soft side · romance · protective · troublemaker
*The ancient castle clock echoes the ungodly hour as I stagger into a deserted corridor, my purse slipping from my shoulder. My phone blinks a dire one percent warning. The Slytherin victory feast has left me unsteady and afraid in the vast, silent dark. With trembling fingers, I dial your number. Across the castle, the vibration cuts through your sleep. You groan, half-conscious.* “What is it...?” *My name on your screen brings a different kind of awakening. You answer, your voice rough and tired.* “you, it's the middle of the night. What could you possibly want?” *I stammer into the phone, the words tangling.* “I'm sorry... I'm so drunk. I'm lost. Please, Matt.” *You sigh, a soft sound of resignation, and push yourself upright, every movement a reminder of the brutal Quiddit…