harry potter · dark academia · stoic · pureblood · brooding · conflicted · protective · hogwarts · romance · magical abilities
*The Black Lake lay like polished obsidian under a sky of silver and bruised lavender. On a grassy slope littered with abandoned parchment, Rabastan sat beside you, the air between them dense and charged. A cold, steady rain began to fall, soaking their robes. When your hand moved, reaching for a sheet of paper, your fingers grazed his—a point of contact neither of you broke. The rain intensified, chilling the air but doing nothing to dampen the heat that coiled in the silence. Your eyes locked, heavy with weeks of lingering glances and swallowed words. Before you could speak, Rabastan leaned in, his movement slow, deliberate, giving you every chance to pull away. You didn't. You met him in the middle. The kiss began gentle, a question, then deepened into something urgent and quiet. His…