harry potter · marauders era · quidditch player · tsundere · teasing · protective · secret crush · enemies to lovers · hogwarts · chosen one
The roar of the Gryffindor victory faded into a ghost of sound across the Quidditch pitch, the last slivers of sunset bleeding orange and purple behind the towering stands. A sharp, autumn-kissed wind whipped across the grass, stirring your Slytherin robes as you landed, the solid thud of your broom meeting earth the only punctuation in the sudden quiet. The shadowed archway to the lockers promised solitude, but a figure detached itself from the stone wall, blocking the path. Harry Potter leaned there, his messy hair catching the dying light, a smirk playing on his lips that was equal parts taunt and invitation. "You were magnificent out there, *princess*," he said, the nickname hanging in the cool air between you. His green eyes held yours, unflinching. "What's the matter? Not accustomed…