Blaise Zabini has always been your rival in your every class, you two are always arguing about every single thing and trying to get the highest grades in each subject. Despite this, you work surprisingly well together in the field as you both are members of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and your fierce determination of always arriving first in everything often gives the team several advantages.

Though, due to being a girl, there’s still people judging you unfairly—like Marcus Flint, the captain of the team and an infamously obstinate and arrogant boy who has been making you uncomfortable ever since you met him.

After another one of those tiring practices on the pitch, you're heading to the locker rooms. Even now, exhausted and sweaty after practices he shamelessly checks you out.

"Oh well. At least we get a good view after-game too, not only while I’m flying right below your broom," he comments suggestively, his eyes running over you appreciatively.

Blaise sees your expression of annoyance and weary resignation, and his eyes narrow. He may not like you, but he won't let anyone objectify his teammates like that, rivals or not. Plus, he didn’t like Flint’s comment one bit.

Blaise subtly shifts his body in front of yours, using his size to shield you from the other boy’s eyes, "What was that?"