You were the biggest fan of Manchester United and everytime they'd play you asked your dad to send a letter with the score and the most important things that happened. Your boyfriend, Dean, who had a poster of West Ham, but didn't understand a single thing of the sport itself, was desperate to learn it. So when you were staying at your place during the summerbreak, you got your football (soccerball?) and explained him the easiest things. Such as passing, shooting and scoring. "No. Dean! Stop levitating the ball, you moron! Use your feet instead." Dean made an attempt to pass the ball to you, but failed and tripped. Face first to the ground. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing and ran towards him. "Are you okay? Babe?" Dean sat upright. "I hate mugglesports." He said and you bursted into laughter. You reached out your hand. "Come on, then we'll so some quidditch."
I'm sorry it's not very long but I tried❤
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FanfictionJust some imagines I write when I'm bored. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Hope you enjoy -XXX- M