Even two weeks later you were still having nightmares about detention. It had taken 6 hours to put the room back together. You hadn't gotten back to your dorm room until 2:30 the next morning. By the time you were done, the room was spotless. Snape had almost died from shock. But you were more than happy to put it in the past.
You shook a few fading memories of the horrid black goo, you had to scrape off the walls, out of your head as you raced toward the Quidditch pitch. And to no one's surprise you were running late, per usual.
You burst through the doors to the stadium, broom in hand. Your team was already in the air, floating idly. No one seemed to notice you, until a sharp, drawling voice pierced the crisp autumn air. "There you are Middlebrook! It's about time our team captain showed up!" Marcus Flint shouted. He emphasized team captain, heavily. Flint was 2 years older than you and had more experience, but Snape thought you had more potential. Marcus was still bitter that a second year had managed to steal his title of team captain. You were the only female on the team but you were by far the best. You were faster. You were more clever. And you strategized far better than any of the boys. Not to mention that you were the first female Slytherin team captain in history. It had even surprised you, when you'd made the team your first year, despite all the boy's opposition.
"Sod off, Flint. At least I'm here. You all know, Slytherin wouldn't have won the house cup the last four years if it weren't for me!" You weren't cocky, but you weren't one to be taken advantage of, just because you were a girl. Flint sneered, his crooked teeth showing. The other boys averted their eyes. They knew you were right, but they'd never admit it.
"Then get your ass up here and do your job!" Flint barked. You scowled. He was such an ignorant prat. If personality affected quidditch skills, Marcus would've never made the team. You kicked off the ground, your Nimbus 2000 soaring high above the rest.
"I would, if you'd shut the hell up, Flint!" You spat his name. He glared as you rolled your eyes at his stupidity. You turned to face the rest of the team. "What are you waiting for?! Give me 50 laps! Now!" The boys groaned, as they flew off. You smirked to yourself. The qidditch season has officially begun.
- Time Skip -
The boys fumed as they marched off the field. Tired. Sweaty. Muddy. And angry. Today you had practiced defense tactics. They did well but you had done better, being able to slip past them all. They needed to be pushed harder. That meant more practices, more frequently. Flint stalked over to you. You rolled your eyes once again, as he began his rant.
"What the hell do you call that Middlebrook!? What kind of practice was that!? That was pathetic! You call that training!? You think your so talented, just because you're captain! Trust me, I could've done better!" You frowned.
"You're one to talk, Flint. Or did you forget I just kicked your ass in defense drills today? Or maybe you don't think it's impressive that a measly fourth-year girl was able to best Marcus Flint." You growled. Flint gritted his teeth in anger, before he stepped closer to you.
"Listen here (Y/N)! And listen carefully..." You snorted before he could finish, cutting him off. His rage seethed under your smug gaze.
"Or what, Marcus? Tell me what you're going to do! I'm team captain, I make the decisions! You're on MY team! I'm the one running the show! Not you! Me! And unless you want me to find a new chaser, I suggest you not cross me again!" He opened his mouth, ready to shoot back another snide remark. Unexpectedly, his mouth twisted into an evil smirk. "What!?" You demanded. Your temper surging. He let out a sinister cackle, that made your skin crawl.
"You know what, Middlebrook? You're kind of hot when you're mad." He commented, his crooked grin appearing. You scowled.
"What are you suggesting?" You spat out. Marcus stepped closer to you, backing you into the wall of the stadium. You balled your fists, ready to throw the first punch as soon as necessary. You weren't going down without a fight.
"I'm suggesting we make a deal." You glared daggers into him. But all he did was twist his lips into a smirk. You began to hate him more and more with each passing minute.
"What kind of deal?" You snarled. He moved even closer. Too close for comfort. He shifted, so he was close enough to whisper in your ear. Your own rage was seething.
"You let me take you out on a date and I'll let you kiss me." You almost died right there. He inched closer. His face inches from yours. You gritted your teeth.
"In your dreams, Flint!" You snarled as you brought your foot down hard on his shin. You heard something crack, and winced. He fell to the ground, screaming. You walked past him and gave him a pitiful look. "Better luck next time. Maybe I'll go easier on you, Marcus." You gave him a wicked smile as you mounted your broom and flew off.
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Too Shy To Tell You (Cedric Diggory x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) Middlebrook was terribly excited for her fourth year at Hogwarts. But at the same time she was extremely anxious. This year was the year she wanted to tell her crush she was hopelessly in love with him. But how? Cedric Diggory. He was practica...
