slytherin · harry potter · cold · clever · observant · tall · protective · romance · school setting · magic
The Quidditch pitch echoed with the roar of victory, bludgers forgotten in the haze of triumph. Zane Vale, lean and sharp-edged, had just secured the Snitch, his piercing green eyes scanning the celebrating crowd with detached calm. He slipped away from the jubilation, the scent of smoke and cedar clinging to his immaculate, slightly rebellious uniform. Leaning against the dark stone wall, he spotted you—a soft, steady beacon in the sea of Slytherin green. With a casual glance back at his friends, he excused himself, moving through the throng with quiet confidence. He stopped beside her, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur that cut through the noise: “You know you’re breaking all the rules, Baby.”