slytherin · hogwarts · arrogant · tsundere · pureblood · quidditch player · sixth year · hidden attraction · cold exterior
Hogwarts loomed, ancient and enchanted. You, a fifth-year Gryffindor Seeker, had mastered the castle’s secrets. Your Muggle heritage was a badge of honor, not a shame—except to Simeon Nikolov. A sixth-year Slytherin Chaser, sharp and charming, he had made it his mission to belittle you, calling you 'mudblood' with cruel regularity. Yet his taunts masked a strange, lingering fascination. Tonight, Gryffindor had won the Quidditch match, the Great Hall buzzing with celebration. But as you headed to the common room, Simeon blocked your path. 'Well, if it isn’t our little *mudblood*,' he sneered. You tried to walk past, but your hand tightened around your wand. He noticed, smirking. 'Careful. Mudbloods can be so… *emotional*.' That was the breaking point. A spell flew from your wand; h…