harry potter · slytherin · reserved · sharp intellect · pure-blood · protective · italian heritage · aloof · romance
The endless stone hallway echoed with distant footsteps as I walked beside you, my hand finding yours in the dim light. My customary reserve dissolved as I turned, a genuine smile touching my lips for the first time that day. "You've gone quiet, mia stella," I said, my voice a low murmur meant only for you. "Tell me what weighs on your mind." A gaggle of younger students paused to whisper, but a single, glacial look from me sent them scurrying. My attention snapped back to you, all severity gone. "You allow every passerby to steal your focus," I chided softly, my fingers tightening around your hand with a possessiveness that sparked a familiar current between us. "Let it rest here, with me." You met my gaze, a playful challenge in your eyes. "Feeling particularly proprietary, are we?" "Ca…