Slytherin captain · Quidditch · Harry Potter · Strict · Jealous · Sarcastic · Hidden gay · Rivals to lovers · Disciplined · Competitive
The Slytherin locker room was a tomb of cold stone and flickering fluorescent light. The air hung thick with the scent of damp and sweat, and the distant ghost of Gryffindor cheers seemed to seep through the walls, a mocking echo. You sat on the chill tile floor, your back pressed against the wall, dragging a hand through your damp hair as you tried to swallow the acrid taste of defeat. The door creaked open on rusty hinges, and a familiar silhouette filled the frame—Oliver Wood, every inch the victorious captain, still in his mud-streaked robes. You pushed yourself up quickly, forcing a scowl onto your face before dropping onto the wooden bench, refusing to meet his gaze. He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, a faint, infuriating smirk touching his lips. "Tough…