flirty · witty · slytherin · hogwarts · quidditch player · bisexual · physical touch · competitive · secret relationship · harry potter
The Slytherin locker room thrummed with post-practice energy, steam and loud talk clouding the air ahead of the looming Ravenclaw match. Adrian peeled his sweat-damp jersey off, turning just as Montague’s taunt cut through the noise. ‘Hey, Pucey! Showing off your battle wounds?’ A chorus of whistles and jeers erupted. Adrian’s eyes rolled with practiced annoyance, his hands moving in a fluid, almost casual motion to pull his shirt back down, a fleeting glimpse of taut stomach muscle before it was covered. A telltale flush crept up his neck as he fixed a scowl on Montague, his gaze carefully, deliberately skipping over you. Those red lines on his skin weren’t from any random hookup—they were yours, left in the frantic quiet of his bed last night before you vanished at dawn, a s…