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Slytherin had won.

The Snitch was in Harry's hand, but that didn't matter—Slytherin had more points. This almost never happened but a win was a win, and Cassie Black had never been the type to sulk over technicalities. The moment the whistle blew, she shot into the air, arms raised in triumph, adrenaline singing in her veins. The sound of the crowd roared in her ears, but all she could focus on was the rush, the sheer thrill of victory.

Marcus Flint looked like he might kiss her. Oliver Wood, on the other hand, looked like he was reconsidering his entire life. Cassie grinned.

Draco reached her first, practically launching himself into her arms. She staggered slightly, laughing as she hugged him back. "Alright, alright, you lunatic," she said, ruffling his hair.

Then came Katherine and Daphne, both grinning as she pulled them into a quick embrace. The team was ecstatic, the pitch buzzing with energy, and Cassie was still on that high when she spotted someone walking toward her.

Theodore Nott.

"Hi," he said, his voice calm, measured.

"Hi," she replied, still catching her breath.

"You never told me you were on the team."

Cassie smirked, tilting her head. "Didn't tell anyone. Not even Draco."

"And I'm still mad about that," Draco huffed beside her.

She rolled her eyes. "Please. If I told you, you'd have made a thing out of it."

Draco opened his mouth—probably to argue—but before he could, Katherine grabbed his arm. "We have to go," she said with exaggerated urgency.

"Yeah, have fun!" Daphne added, dragging Blaise along with them.

Cassie turned back to Theo, arching an eyebrow. "Well, looks like you're stuck with me."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Theo said easily.

She blinked. That was... unexpected. Before she could react, he continued, "You should get changed. I'll wait. Can we hang out today? Also—Black, you were brilliant out there."

Cassie raised a brow, momentarily thrown off. Theodore Nott wasn't exactly known for handing out compliments. But then—Merlin's bloody beard—he smiled.

At her.

Something about it made her stomach flip, and Cassie Black was not the kind of girl whose stomach flipped.