One-shots [Harry Potter]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 [𝐌.𝐑]*

!WARNINGS!

Swearing

Smut😏

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Slytherin had just lost 100-250 in a tough quidditch game against Gryffindor. Everybody knew that Slytherin would beat Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw easily most of the time, but when it came to Gryffindor they almost basically always lost, which happened today.

Y/n had been watching Slytherin play, but she was mostly watching Mattheo Riddle, play as chaser. He'd scored all 100 points for Slytherin, and it was without a doubt he was the best chaser for Slytherin, maybe even the school. After the match, the Slytherin team headed to the locker rooms to get dressed and shower. Y/n thought to check on Mattheo and of course her other friends...

She approached the locker room and out walked Blaise and Draco. They turned to look at her,

"If you're going in for Mattheo, I'd be careful because he seems very uh tense," Blaise spoke, nodding his head. "Only one left in there"

"Yeah, tough game today" Y/n awkwardly chuckled "Well I'll head in"

Both Blaise and Draco waved bye to her, and then she carefully walked in. The locker room was rather misty from all the shower steam, and it smelt of men's cologne. Y/n peered around the wall that covered the outsiders from seeing inside the locker room, and there she saw Mattheo sitting, head in his hands. He looked frustrated and as Blaise said, tense.

"Hey," Y/n coughed, making her way over to him. She noticed his shirt was off, which meant she was able to slightly see his toned abs and arm muscles.

Mattheo looked up from his hands and into her eyes. He rolled his eyes and spoke,

"Hi," He mumbled. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to check on you-

"You couldn't have checked on me up in the common room?" He shot at her.

"Well I could've, but I figured to check up on you now since I was afraid you'd probably spend the night in the locker room" Y/n laughed but stopped as she saw that Mattheo did not find it funny. "Sorry"

Mattheo only sighed and zipped his bag up. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and decided to speak to him again,

"I know it was a tough game, and you played really great-

"Listen you don't get it" Mattheo snapped "You don't play Quidditch, you don't get the immense pressure that's always on you, it felt like my goals were worth nothing!"

"I know I don't understand, but what I do understand is that you proved you're probably the best chaser the school has!" Y/n snapped back.

Mattheo got up, and now he and Y/n were chest to chest. She gulped as he breathed in her face and looked her dead in the eyes. His hand reached up to grab her face, his grip being soft yet firm. He stroked her cheek with his thumb.