„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how it got public...

M.R.

,,Okay, that hurt!" Blaise next to me chuckled.

All I could do was nod, as I watched Ronald Weasley reeling around in the air, rubbing his head. Thorne had not just shot her fifth goal a few seconds ago, but she had also flown such a dramatic maneuver in front of Gryffindors goal rings, that made Weasley completely crash against them.

,,Like, I knew she wasn't going easy on them, but this... is surprisingly brutal." Pansy whispered.

She was right. Ronald was not the only Weasley, that got his ass beaten up by Thorne. His little sister, the Weasleybitch that Potter cheated on her with, also got her fair share.

Thorne seemed to control the whole turn of the game, not letting Ginny come even close to the Quaffle. The Ravenclaws completely had the upper hand on the match, scoring goal after goal.

The only problem, that I knew Thorne had, was that she couldn't reach Potter himself. I saw it in the looks, which she gave the two seekers whenever she saw them.

Potter, as Gryffindors seeker, was not part of the main game. Him and Samuel, Ravenclaws seeker, flew a little outside of the field, always trying to find the golden snitch.

There was actually no chance for Thorne as a chaser to get to him during the match. No chance for her, to make her ex pay for what he did.

,,If Ravenclaw scores one more goal, they have 160 points." Draco said with a surprisingly happy smile.

I frowned at him. ,,You do realize that your little Lovegood-girlfriend is not even on that team, do you?"

He rolled his eyes. ,,Oh really? Thank you so much for this brand new information, Mattheo... I'm just saying, if they score two more goals, they win. Even if Gryffindor catches the Snitch first."

He was right. Right now, Ravenclaw had 150 points, and Gryffindor only had 10... It really was a one sided match. Ravenclaws defense was like a wall, their chasers too quick and their beaters too brutal.

,,And there she is! Phersephone Thorne, scoring once more for Ravenclaw!" the commentator shouted into his microphone. Pansy next to me started cheering.

,,It's goal number six for her today, and goal number sixteen for Ravenclaw! They are now at 160 points! This will be a really hard ride for Gryffindors team now!" The commentator seemed somewhat influenced. 

Nervously, I picked on the skin around my nails. If Thorne or one of the other chasers scored one more goal, the would be at 170 points. Gryffindor was still only at 10, so even if they would catch the Snitch, the would only have 160 points.

,,Come on, love... Only one more goal!" I heard myself whisper. What the fuck? Where did that come from all of a sudden? Why did this match bother me so much?

,,What a close one on one over there at Ravenclaws rings! Chaser Charlie Mallow keeps Ginny Weasley from scoring in the last second, leaving Gryffindor at 10 points still!" the commentators voice shouted over the whole field.

,,But oh my, what is that down there? Looks like the seekers of both teams have gotten a peek at the golden Snitch!"

Quickly, all of us leaned forward, looking in the same direction. And really, Potter and Smith were both flying into the same direction pretty fast, like they were both chasing after the same thing.

While everyone was focused on the two seekers dueling down there, I looked back up at the main game, and searched for Thorne. She knew exactly what to do in a moment of distraction like this.