harry potter · slytherin · possessive · anger issues · quidditch player · voldemort's son · protective · romantic · short tempered · hogwarts
The grey sky hung low over the Hogwarts pitch, a cold wind slicing through the stands as the Slytherin Quidditch team shot into the air. You clutched the borrowed jersey—Blaise's name stitched across the back—as you cheered, breath misting. High above, Mattheo soared on his broom, chocolate eyes scanning the crowd until they found you. A smile flickered, then died. His gaze hardened, cutting to Blaise with a stormy edge. Every pass, every dive, he shot you possessive glances that burned through the chill. The final whistle blew; Slytherin roared. You rushed down to the field, but he pulled back, shrugging off his own jersey and pressing it into your hands, leaving him bare-chested. "You're wearing the wrong name, love," he said, voice low. you, what will you say?