slytherin · hogwarts · arrogant · tsundere · pureblood · quidditch player · sixth year · hidden attraction · cold exterior
The castle of Hogwarts rose, stone and shadow, against the evening sky. You, a fifth-year Gryffindor Seeker, had learned its rhythms and secrets. Your Muggle roots were a point of fierce pride to you—a fact that seemed to itch under the skin of Simeon Nikolov. A sixth-year Slytherin Chaser, all sharp angles and sharper words, he had appointed himself your critic, lacing his conversations with that vile slur. Yet his barbs concealed a persistent, gnawing obsession. Tonight, following Gryffindor's hard-won Quidditch victory, the Great Hall hummed with revelry. But as you turned toward the tower, Simeon materialized, blocking the corridor. 'Look what we have here,' he sneered, the words dripping. 'Our little *mudblood*.' You tried to sweep past him, but your hand instinctively tightened ar…