slytherin princess

chapter eleven

The match arrived quickly, and Lyra was bricking it. Whilst they hadn't lost a game all season, the Gryffindor team were excellent. Lyra was up against three of the best chasers she'd ever seen, and she was sure that her team wouldn't be big on teamwork.

Her walk down to the pitch consisted of her trying to reassure herself, until....

"Lyra!" Cedric ran over, she turned to look at him, confused. There was a smile on his face.

"Yeah?" She replied, folding her arms slightly,

"You never smile, do you?" Cedric asked, an almost teasing look on his face, she shook her head,

"I don't see the point" she retorted, his smile grew.

"In smiling?"

"I just don't get it, why smile? You can tell people how you feel if you need to" she shrugged, he stepped toward her and cupped her face in his hand.

"Good luck today" her cheeks began to turn red,

"Aren't you rooting for Gryffindor, like everyone else?" He leaned in closer to her, the whole school was rooting for Gryffindor, except for Slytherin.

"I'm rooting for you" he kissed her forehead before leaving her with her thoughts and a smile threatening to appear on her face. Her eyes were wide and she was stood in shock with red cheeks.

"You ready to admit you like him?" Nix questioned, Lyra sighed, looking over at him,

"Maybe...."

"What's up with your face?" Draco asked as they walked onto the pitch, she stared at him confused. "You're almost smiling" he whispered, she rolled her eyes at him before continuing onto the pitch.

They took off into the sky, Lyra was able to get ahold of the Quaffle and score, giving Slytherin an early lead. But for the rest of the match, her team seemed determined to keep the Quaffle away from her. On the rare event she got the Quaffle, she nearly always scored.

Cedric was cheering for her each time she scored.

Cedric was cheering from her each time she got the Quaffle.

Cedric was cheering for her each time she simply flew around.

The match went awfully, Gryffindor won by 210 points. It was 260 to 50 to be specific, 40 of those 50 Lyra had scored, although her 'teammates' had done their best to keep the Quaffle away from her, even though she was the best, just because she was a girl.

"Hey!" Cedric ran over to her as she walked back from the pitch, she turned to look at him.

"Hey?" She replied confused, he was smiling at her.

"You played amazingly, and I think you would've won if your team actually passed to you" she stared up at, confused. "That's a compliment, you can smile"

"I don't smile" she folded her arms, he sighed.

"Then it's my new goal in life to make you smile" he whispered, she rolled her eyes. "Why you rolling your eyes?" He pouted,

"It's a pretty pathetic goal" he leaned in closer to her and she felt her cheeks going red, her skin growing hotter.

"You really think so?" He feigned hurt, she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah I do" she folded her arms, Cedric leaned closer to her. Hotter.

"Well I'm going to change your mind, that's a promise" his face was inches away from hers, her eyes met his and she could feel her face growing increasingly red. "You're already blushing love" he moved closer to her face to the point where she could feel his breath on her lips. "Come to Hogsmeade with me" she rolled her eyes, "if you still hate me after, I'll leave you alone"