pull me deep - a love triangle

snitch

(playlist of songs to listen to while reading in bio) :)

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Everyone was in position by the time she made it onto the pitch in her borrowed jersey and compression shorts. she mounted her broom (one that Fred had loaned her, after not much convincing at all) and joined the others. Half of the guys were matching her, wearing dark green tops, the others wore silver. From what she could tell, she hadn't exactly been tossed to the winning team. In fact, it seemed that nearly all of the auditioners were wearing green — aside from Blaise.

Which meant three of the people she'd be going up against were Draco and his two goons.

"Toss me a club." she said to Crabbe, who was holding two.

Crabbe looked right at her and proceeded to toss the bat diagonally to Goyle. "Sorry, love. Surely you didn't think we'd make this easy for you." He said, completely void of emotion, and then flew away.

A shrill whistle blew and the scrimmage began. It didn't take long for her to realize that they'd been instructed to play as if she weren't even there.

Were she really there if she had nothing to contribute? A beater is nothing without their bat.

So she took off after Crabbe and Goyle. They weren't hard to catch up to, her size gave her a swift advantage compared to the two of them. But where Goyle lacked speed, he made up for with brutal strength.

"Back off, you fucking merkin." He shouted through the wind.

she paused while reaching across the small gap separating the two of them. Goyle's meaty elbow shot out and slammed into her ribs violently as she approached, hard enough to force the air out of her lungs and nearly knock her off of her broom. she fell behind while choking on the pain, bodies racing around her in a shark like feeding frenzy.

And when the ache of an almost certainly broken rib subsided, competitive rage took its place.

she gripped the handle of the broom and took off again, this time not bothering to pull up beside him. Goyle was only alerted of her presence by the quick jerking of his body midair — she'd kicked the tail of his broom. And in return, he swung the club at her, not caring how many bones he broke along the way.

But again, she was swift. she caught the end of the bat and tugged, kicking the tail of his broom again and knocking the damn thing loose from his grip.

Now she was in the game. she chased after the bludgers that were chasing after Blaise, and the two trolls in silver chased her in return. It was exhilarating, hiraeth thought. A game of Tag and Quidditch all at once!

Draco's eyes darted between her and the snitch, sometimes drifting to Crabbe or Goyle as he wondered why in the fuck they were allowing her to even have a horse in this race.

He had to admit though, it was nice seeing her more aggressive side. It was nice seeing the muscles in her thighs flex as she held onto that raggedy old broom.

Crabbe and Goyle eyed Draco as if asking what to do. In return, he made a motion with his hands that she only caught a glimpse of before two obese bodies were skin to skin with her on either side.

A body blow. It was an illegal move in the States, but there seemed to be no laws at all when Draco was calling the shots. Crabbe and Goyle squeezed themselves inward, taking up all the space that they could in her personal little bubble. she felt her ribs begging for release and her lungs screaming as they moved in closer.

Then she was free, and the two assailants were left wondering how she'd contorted her body without them even noticing.

she was no longer knocking bludgers simply away from Blaise. For the next forty-five minutes, Crabbe and Goyle dodged bludger after violent bludger, unable to find themselves anywhere close enough to her to take her out of the game completely. And when it was obvious to Draco that absolutely none of the first years auditioning had even an ounce of natural skill, he blew the whistle again, signalling the end of tryouts.

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short chapter, it continues in the next one though <3