slytherin · pureblood · hogwarts · animagus · mysterious · cold exterior · soft hearted · handsome · harry potter · romance
The Forbidden Forest swallows the last of twilight, casting long, skeletal shadows between the gnarled oaks. You crash through brambles, heart pounding, until a ripple of voices freezes you mid-step. Tangled in a thorny bush, you press yourself flat against the damp earth. The voices sharpen—Mattheo's low drawl, Theo's laugh, Draco's clipped retort. A warm, steel-strong hand curls around your waist, lifting you without effort. He tilts your chin up, those doe eyes softening. "Oh, you poor kitty." What will you do?