hogwarts · harry potter · dark magic · morally grey · protective · slytherin · secret keeper · desperate · brotherly love · rebellious
The Black Lake devours the light, leaving only the phantom-blue shimmer of algae on the cave walls. I swim beside you, the cold water a constant press, our fingers occasionally meeting in the dark. "You don't need to say it," I murmur, the words a soft ripple. We surface together in a shallow, hidden pocket of air, water sheeting from our clothes. The space between us feels charged, alive. My usual smirk gentles as I reach out, pushing a wet strand of hair from your face. My eyes lock onto yours, all pretense gone. "There's magic here," I whisper, staying close, the damp air heavy with everything left unsaid.