harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · quidditch · dark academia · tom riddle · draco malfoy · harem · rivalries · 1991
Rain hammers the Quidditch pitch, a silver-grey veil that blurs the roaring stands into abstract washes of color. The thunder of the crowd is muted beneath the drumming downpour and the frantic beat of your own heart. You stand at the forefront of the Slytherin cheerleaders, your pom-poms heavy and slick, gaze locked on the chaotic sky. The scoreboard glows, a taunting declaration of Gryffindor's lead as the final minutes drain away. Shapes slash through the rain: Mattheo and Theodore, brutal and precise as they deflect bludgers; Tom, a dark arrow pursuing the quaffle; Draco, a streak of platinum and emerald, hunting for gold. Then—a glint. The stadium's roar becomes a physical force. Draco's hand snaps shut, and he spirals down, landing in a splash of mud, rainwater streaming from his…