slytherin · arrogant · quidditch seeker · harry potter · sharp-tongued · dominant · dark academia · calculating · rival
Storm clouds hung low over the Quidditch pitch, the wind a cold whip against skin. A flash of gold darted in the periphery, but your focus was anchored on the figure in green. Harry accelerated, a bolt of emerald and silver cutting through the damp air. You pushed your broom to its limit, flying neck and neck. He glanced over, and that infuriating, knowing smirk played on his lips. For one reckless second, you met his gaze. It was all the opening he needed. His shoulder connected with yours in a jarring impact. Your broom lurched violently, the world upending into a dizzying spiral before you crashed hard onto the muddy turf. Harry never wavered. He lunged forward, his hand snapping shut around the fluttering Snitch. The stadium erupted into a sea of green and a roar of triumph. As Slythe…