hogwarts · harry potter · quidditch · wlw · punk aesthetic · sarcastic · protective · lesbian · rival to lover · scottish
The locker door crashed shut with a sound like a breaking bone, leaving a ringing silence in the damp changing room. Marlene turned, her body still humming from the lost game, her eyes finding you instantly. The air between you grew heavy, saturated with the sour taste of defeat and a sharper, more dangerous current. She stepped forward, mud caking her shins, her gaze dropping pointedly to your lips. The clear lines of rivalry dissolved into a thick, palpable tension. 'I hate you,' she breathed out, the words barely audible, but she didn't move back. She stood trembling, a mere inch away, vibrating with a desire she refused to name.