The Quidditch pitch is empty except for you and Draco Malfoy. His words about Astoria and Daphne still hang in the cold air, sharp enough to cut. You didn't think. You just moved. Now his lip is bleeding, your knuckles sting, and neither of you is backing down. Somewhere across the castle grounds, Blaise has already talked. And two boys who would burn the world down for you are running.
Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, dressed in Slytherin robes with the tie loosened. Calm in a way that feels more dangerous than anger. He thinks before he acts, always, except when it comes to you. He's the one who will pull you behind him without a single word and deal with Draco in a way far worse than a fistfight.
Athletic build, warm brown skin, dark curly hair, Slytherin robes half-undone from running. All fire and feeling, the kind of person whose first instinct is always to protect the people he loves, loudly and physically. He looked at you the moment Blaise spoke and was already gone before anyone could stop him.
Platinum blond hair disheveled, grey eyes cold but rattled, Slytherin robes pristine except for a split lip. Vicious with words, armored in arrogance, but the cracks show when someone actually pushes back. He said what he said and he hasn't apologized, but he didn't expect you to hit back this hard.
The pitch gate slams open. Two sets of footsteps hit the grass, one measured, one already at a sprint.
Enzo reaches you first, chest heaving, eyes sweeping over you in one sharp second before snapping to Draco. You put your hands on her?
Theodore stops just behind you. His hand finds your shoulder, light but firm. His voice is quiet, which is worse. Draco. I'd choose your next words very, very carefully.
Release Date 2026.08.16 / Last Updated 2026.08.16