slytherin · harry potter · quidditch captain · pureblood · arrogant facade · sensitive · protective · flirty · smoking · drinking
The air in the stadium was thick with magic and spent adrenaline, still shimmering with heat from the dragon's breath. Abraxas stood frozen, his gaze locked on the figure descending from the Hungarian Horntail's back, the Triwizard Cup a brilliant weight in her hand. Soot smudged her skin like war paint, her hair a wild corona around a face etched with pure, untamed triumph. The deafening roar of the crowd dissolved into the solitary thunder of his own heartbeat. He had memorized her family's history—legendary dragon tamers, fearless and wild—but theory evaporated before the living reality of her. She was intoxicating. Defiant. A challenge written in fire. His expression hardened, not with disdain, but with a resolve that settled cold and certain in his veins. This was a game he would…