Treacherous - Theodore Nott

Chapter Eight

Today is the game against Ravenclaw. Playing against anyone other than Gryffindor has never made me nervous before, but Ravenclaw has been doing quite well this year. If Potter hadn't gotten the snitch, Ravenclaw would've beat them by a ton.

I walk to the changing rooms to put my uniform on.

Each house has one changing room with multiple stalls. This has always made me nervous but I've never had a problem with it.

Until today.

I walk through the doorway with my bag slung over my shoulder when my hands shoot up to my face to cover my eyes. I feel my face heat.

"Merlin Alpheratz, we're shirtless, not nude," Theodore chuckles.

"There are stalls for a reason you two." I respond, turning my gaze to the ground and making my way into one.

I just saw Mattheo and Theodore shirtless. Why do they have to look like that?!

I close the curtain and turn to look in the mirror. My face is bright red.

As I begin to change, Mattheo's voice calls out to me.

"Like what you saw Alpheratz?"

"You wish," I shove out, still flustered.

"Course she did. You see how red her face was?" Theodore jests.

I pull my shirt over my head and sit down, reaching for my boots and not responding.

The two laugh at my silence.

I pull my boots on and zip them up, then grab my cloak and gloves and decide to make an early departure. I can do the rest outside.

Pulling my gloves on, I silently walk to the broom closet, not looking at either of them.

"Oi she's mad," Mattheo observes.

"I feel like she's always mad," the other responds.

Grabbing my broom, I grumble back, "You're one to talk," and walk out.

Once outside, I fasten my cloak to keep out the cold air and hop on my broom. I need to clear my head before this game.

After lapping the stadium a few times, I notice Draco flagging me down from the ground and drop down to meet him.

"You ready for this game?" he asks.

I nod, "Are we doing warmups?"

He shakes his head, "Don't have time."

I look up and see people beginning to file into the stands. We walk back to the changing room together for a quick pep talk with the teammates.

"Alright you guys, we've never lost to Ravenclaw before and I don't intend on today being the first," he begins. Just remember all the moves and signals from practice and we should be set." He nods and looks at me, seeing if I have anything to add.

"Play dirty if you have to, but not so dirty as to get us disqualified. Let's just win."

Draco grins at me and lightly punches my shoulder, "What she said. Let's raise hell."

Everyone cheers at our short but sweet talk, and we all run out the door and hop on our brooms, shooting to the sky.

We all fly into our positions, face to face with our opponents.

I'm directly across from a sixth-year Ravenclaw and he stares me down, smirking casually. The whistle blows and I flash him a playful smile, shooting towards the quaffle.