Year 2// Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw

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It was ten-thirty and you felt like throwing up. The match was in half an hour and the pressure was on, and every time one of your teammates tried to say something encouraging to lift up your spirits, it only made you feel worse. It didn't help that you were also thinking about what Draco said to you earlier that morning as well.

"(Y/n), you okay?" Maxine asked gently, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You went even more pale at this, instantly rushing to the bathroom.

*

Soon enough, you rejoined the team in the changing rooms with some more colour to your face. The team instantly picked up on this and gave you some wide grins as you took a seat beside Oliver who gave you a thumbs up.

"Alright everyone, here's the plan: the Chasers, Malcolm, (Y/n) and Oliver, will follow the hawkshead attacking formation, led by Malcolm, as soon as we've got the Quaffle. Herbert, remember to defend all the hoops, not just one."

"Anthony, you bastard!" Herbert shouted angrily, throwing some dirty socks at Anthony. You all laughed as you recalled the several practices where Herbert seemed to forget he had to defend all three hoops.

"Anyway, Maxine and I will make sure to hit the Bludgers towards the Ravenclaws, in particular their Seeker. That'll give Cedric a better chance at getting the Snitch first."

Everyone nodded in unison.

"And guys: we will win this match. Good luck!" Anthony said with a wide smile that was completely infectious.

"Yeah!" We all shouted.

*

You mounted your broom and kicked off into the air. The teams were required to do a lap around the field, mainly to get the crowd riled up.

You could tell the crowd wasn't as enthusiastic as the Gryffindor-Slytherin match last week, but you didn't mind. This was the first time you were on the pitch, and the attention felt great. People were actually cheering for you: you saw your friends Hannah, Susan, Ernie and Justin holding up a Hufflepuff banner and screaming your name. You smiled at them as you zoomed past.

As you passed the Gryffindor stands, you saw the twins cheering wildly. Laughing, you went to wave at them, letting go of your broom with both hands. You forgot that you weren't able to control your broom fantastically when you didn't hold onto it, and you suddenly blasted off straight ahead: towards Draco in the Slytherin stands.

You screamed as you saw him get closer and closer to you, until you tugged at your broom towards you with all your might, doing a successful last minute loop-the-loop. Scattered cheers could be heard from those that thought your loop-the-loop was intentional, and laughs from Slytherin. This prompted you to quickly return to the ground, embarrassed.

The captains shook hands, all the while glaring at each other. Anthony firmly gripped Jason Samuel's hand, before returning to stand with you and the rest of the team.

A Chaser from each team went forward, and thank Merlin it wasn't you. You gripped your broom tightly as Malcolm and the Ravenclaw Chaser, Roger Davies, faced each other.

Madam Hooch held the Quaffle between them, and placed her whistle in her mouth. The stadium was silent.
The whistle blew out sharply, and the Quaffle went high up into the air, Malcolm shooting up.

"And the Quaffle is in the air — Hufflepuff snatch it from Ravenclaw!" Lee Jordan's voice booms around you.

You and Oliver instantly flanked Malcolm as the three of you shot forwards, but it had barely been a few seconds when you were being pummelled by the two Bludgers.

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