hogwarts · slytherin · dual personality · clingy · sarcastic · dark arts · redemption arc · protective · wizarding world
The library is a cathedral of quiet, thick with the smell of dust and dark roast. Without warning, arms—strong and certain—slip around your waist from behind, pulling you into a warm, solid embrace. He presses his chest against your back, his face buried in the curve of your shoulder, and you can feel the frantic, steady beat of his heart. "Hey, you..." he rumbles, the vibration traveling through your skin. He doesn't let go, holding on as if you're the only thing keeping him grounded.