„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how to win Quidditch...

P.T.

Bloody hell, this was fucking exhausting... 

Slytherin was relentless. They pushed over the field with pure force and brutality, breaking their way through our defense. 

But Ravenclaw played better, of course we did. Our strategies and tactics were far to fine and exact, slipping through every hole in their defense with precision. 

The only problem: The goals were even. And I mean, exactly even. 

Anytime we scored a goal, Slytherin's answer came almost immediately. Anytime Slytherin scored, it was only a matter of minutes until we scored again. The match was hexed. 

The score remained close, neither team willing to give an inch, the Quaffle darting back and forth across the pitch like a lightning bolt. The crowd's cheers grew louder with every play, the excitement in the air almost palpable.

,,Ladies and Gentlemen, this might just be the most exciting match Hogwarts has ever seen!" the commentators voice echoed over the field. ,,Neither Ravenclaw or Slytherin is baking down or giving up, but both look fairly worn out by now. Almost an hour played, and still no clue of the golden snitch!" 

It was true. We were in fact worn out and tired. But Slytherin was too...

Lifting my head, I looked around for Daniel and Draco, while Slytherin's keeper was busy getting the Quaffle back, which I had just thrown through one of their goal rings. 

,,And another goal for Ravenclaw!" the commentator shouted. ,,Another goal for captain Phersephone Thorne with number one!" 

I honestly expected the Quaffle to stay in Slytherin's hands for a while, and that they would answer with another goal themselves. 

But something else happened. 

Slytherin's keeper seemed so worn out, his throw towards Mattheo so weak that it barely would have made it. But in the blink of an eye, Sean darted out from underneath. He snatched the Quaffle out of the air right in front of Mattheo's nose. 

The keeper was to surprised and confused to react again this quickly, and Sean had no trouble smashing the Quaffle through the goal ring again. 

Immediately, I pumped my fists in the air, my tiredness forgotten. ,,Yes, Sean! Just like that!" 

,,Ladies and Gentlemen, here we finally have it! The first two-goal-advantage for Ravenclaw!" the commentator reacted. ,,Sean Riggs scores once again, and leads Ravenclaw to the first bigger advantage of this match!"

Sean flew past me with a wide grin, quickly boxing his fist against mine. 

Behind him, between me and Slytherin's keeper, Mattheo still sat in the air without moving. He glared after Sean, and then turned around to angrily yell something at his keeper. 

I made sure my team was in the right position again, before quickly making my way over to Mattheo. 

As I tapped his shoulder, he turned around and glared at me. ,,No, Thorne! Wrong moment. I don't even want to hear it!" 

,,I love you too..." I chuckled, turning my broom in the opposite direction to make my way into our own defense again. 

Charlie gave me a look, when I stopped next to him. ,,What did he say?"

I shrugged. ,,He politely told me to fuck off."

,,That's not really a way to talk to your girlfriend, is it?" Charlie frowned. 

,,I said, politely." I gave back. ,,And this is Quidditch. He tells me to fuck off, I tell him to fuck off. And now stop giving me unwanted relationship advice and focus on maintaining our lead!"