I do love you//louis partridge+ female reader

oppugno

-Normal POV-

after the Gryffindor tryouts I walk down the stands and walk myself to the pitch with my broom with my hair in a high ponytail and uniform

"just because you made the team doesn't mean you will automatically make it this year, am I clear?" Draco, the seeker of the Slytherin team announces earning nods and small mumbles of yes

"so, you trying out for chaser, right Y/n?" Marcus Flint says from behind me, patting my back

"yeah, is there a problem?"

"no, just asking" he shrugs

"then yes, I am Flint" I nod my head

"great, you're pretty fast out there" he smiles leaning on his broom

"yeah, I guess I am" I smirk looking up and the stands seeing Louis sitting by himself watching

"good luck then, Tozier"

"you too, Flint"

~~

the Quaffle gets thrown my way and whips past as I chase it going to the stands with another chaser fighting to get it, I catch it and glide in the air, as the boy is about to crash I whips out of there and towards the rings, passing it to another wanna-be chaser and they pass back to me making me throw the Quaffle in the bottom left ring, scoring as the keeper was too slow, I hear some cheers and smile to myself

"good job, Y/n"

"thanks"

they high-five me and rush back to a position.

~~

I walk out of the pitch after putting my broom in my locker, keeping it safe I take my hair out of the ponytail and ruffle with it letting it flow past my shoulders

"good job, Y/n. happy to say you got in" Draco pats my back and runs off, yes!

"hey, uhm. good job out there, Y/n" a familiar voice clapped from behind me, I turn and see Louis jogging up to me

"t-thanks" I nod nervously

I side eye him, taking a look at his bruised body and face

"a- are you um, are y-ou ok?" I stutter

"huh? oh right, um. sure?"

"Louis, are you ok?" I repeat sternly, stopping his stride beside me

"No! Y/n, I'm not! ok? I messed up trust me, I know. and I got beaten for it, I mean even Luna is mad at me! I'm not ok, I miss you, I miss us but he's in the way of that!" he snaps

"who's in the way of it?" I question

"him, my father"

"and who's your father?" I looked down, I know who his father is, I want him to admit it to me, he never actually said anything that night

"you know who my father is" he rolled his eyes

"no, I don't think I do" I smirked

"Voldemort" he mumbled

"Voldemort is my father" he says, looking around making sure no one was around

"glad you can actually say it yourself, not hiding it"

"you don't mean that" he shakes his head

"nah, I think I do, if you want to apologise, its not accepted" I begin walking away

"I know, you think if my father wasn't who he is this would go differently?" he asks

"no" I chuckle