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Quidditch Match ⟪B.Z.⟫ -Part 2-

*The day after you fainted, and Slytherin won the Quidditch match*

You awoke feeling refreshed and like you hadn't been sick for the past week. You sat up and took a sip of water. Your throat was sore from cheering yesterday, but you didn't care. You got to witness a rare phenomenon in Quidditch. Blaise scored right before the Snitch was caught, thus ensuring a victory for Slytherin House. You couldn't stop the huge smile on your face, but you wouldn't even if you wanted to. Blaise had kept his promise and showed your House who the best Chaser in Hogwarts was.

Madam Pomfrey came up to you with a very angry face which caused you to slightly shrink in your bed. She huffed while placing her hands on her hips. You sigh softly knowing you were about to be scolded for not keeping your promise.

"Y/l/n, I swear. You promised me to come back the minute you began to feel ill and yet you were rushed in here unconscious after the game had ended. That tells me you didn't keep your word and I'm very disappointed in you, young lady."

"I know. I'm sorry Madam Pomfrey. I just wanted to cheer on Zabini until the end." You say while hanging your head low.

"I understand your need to cheer on your boyfriend, but your health should be your main priority. Speaking of, how are you feeling?" She asked in a softer tone.

"I feel much better. I don't think I have a fever and I feel like I could eat anything put in front of me right now."

"Well, I'm still demanding you stay in bed for the day to see if you get worse again. But I'm glad that you're feeling better. I will allow you to have visitors but no more than two at a time." Your face lights up at her words.

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey!" You almost scream with happiness. A smile forms on her lips while she nods her head before leaving you to rest some more.

After about an hour of lying in bed, you heard the main doors to the infirmary open before the rush of shoes came your way. You turn over just as the curtains are pulled apart to show both Blaise and Lorenzo huffing and trying to catch their breaths. You smile brightly and open your arms which causes Blaise to almost dive into your embrace.

"I missed you, fireball." Blaise says while nuzzling your neck.

"I missed you too." You say holding onto him tightly with a genuine smile on your face.

"How are you feeling?" He asked while pulling back but still in your embrace.

"Much better. I don't have a fever anymore and I'm quite hungry." You says the end with a slight giggle. Blaise smiles as your words while Lorenzo clears his throat. You look up at the boy with a smile.

"Thanks for bringing me to the infirmary yesterday, Enzo." He nods his head with a smile of his own.

"It was nothing. I'm just glad you're okay, darling." He tells you while scratching the back of his neck.

"Lorenzo." Blaise says with a warning tone.

"I know. I know. Sorry. I can't help but be a little flirty with her. She's my friend too after all." Lorenzo quickly defends while holding up his hands.

"It's okay, baby. You know I'm all yours. No need to get all possessive on me now." You tell Blaise while shaking your head. 

"Sorry. Can't help it when my girl literally made herself sick watching and cheering me on." Blaise said with a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go before you two make me throw up." Lorenzo says while taking a few steps back.

"Think that best, mate." Blaise says in the same warning tone.

"Blaise!" You yell while smacking the back of his head.

"Ouch. Okay, sorry. Have mercy." Blaise whines while rubbing the back of his head.

"I swear. You need to learn to not be so uptight all the time." You say with a huff.

"That's how you got sick in the first place." He says reminding you about the ice-skating date you took you on the day before you got sick.

"Touché." You say with a slight nod of your head.

"So, how long did you watch my game yesterday? Because I looked for you in the beginning but didn't find you."

"Oh, sorry about that. I had to layer up to Madam Pomfrey liking which caused me to be about twenty minutes late. I tried to get your attention after I arrived, but you seemed in a daze and not a good one." You say scooting over so Blaise could sit next to you. He got the hint and sat down while wrapping his arm around you.

"Yeah. I thought you wouldn't be able to make it and it put me in a bad mood that I just couldn't get out of. Sorry you had to see that." He says a little disappointment.

"I'm glad I got to see it. Just means I'm your good luck charm." You say with a smile.

"You've been my lucky charm since the day I meet you, my sweet fireball. Nothing will ever change that." You smile at his words while your thought raised about if you should tell him your true feelings or not. You pull away from him which causes Blaise to grow confused.

"Hey, Blaise. I want to tell you something, but I don't want you to feel rushed or like you have to say it back. I understand if you don't feel the same -" Blaise shushed you by placing his lips on your own in a gentle and heartwarming kiss.

"I love you too, Y/n." He said after pulling away.

"Really?" You asked making sure he wasn't pressuring himself to say it.

"Even more than I love Quidditch." He says before placing his lips back against yours. You smile into the kiss, knowing he meant what he said.

Blaise loved you more than anything... including Quidditch.