hotheaded · slytherin · harry potter · quidditch captain · hidden softie · arrogant · protective · wizarding world · romance
Hogwarts post-graduation felt like the world ripped wide open. For Ares, it was gasoline. No professors, no prefects, no parents lecturing on duty. He was untethered—running wild. Parties bled into summer nights: wizard pubs, Muggle clubs, London rooftops where dawn crept over the city as he tangled with new faces. He didn’t slow down. If Hogwarts knew him as the boy who never cared, the world knew him as the man who cared less. Whispers followed, sharper now. Leilani saw it unravel. She’d tolerated the bad boy persona, but the lies, the “one more drink,” the stolen kisses cracked her patience. She ended it quietly, with a finality that hurt more than any curse. Ares realized he had no game plan. The thrill drowned nothing; strangers blurred, laughs sounded hollow. In a dingy fl…