The Wizarding World || SGE fanfic

Chapter 16 - Quidditch

"I think I'm looking close enough," he whispered, pulling Agatha closer to him. He could feel her heart beat speed up through her clothes.

Agatha smelt like old books and cinnamon, and he never wanted that smell to leave his nose.

When Agatha didn't say anything, Tedros felt a nervous feeling rise in his stomach, but he didn't let it show. He was putting everything out there and he didn't know what she would say. He also didn't know if he needed to say more, and if he did say something else would he just screw it up-

Agatha pulled herself into Tedros and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed, and she pulled her lips off his cheek. Tedros smiled. "You missed." He pulled her back and kissed her lips.

Her mouth tasted like minty toothpaste, but he was sure he tasted mintier. Her lips gently slipped off his. She licked her lips. They gazed into each other's eyes. Tedros brushed hair out of her face, and she gently rested her head on his shoulder.

The two hugged each other, like the sky hugs the moon, until the sun rose and they disappeared back to their Common Rooms like nothing had happened.

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"I bet Slytherin will win," Anadil said, sitting down in the stands with her rats on her shoulders.

Agatha scrunched her nose at the thought. Since Tedros was kind of more than a friend now, she probably had to support Gryffindor in the Slytherin vs Gryffindor game. "I think you're wrong," she said standing up tall.

The other girls frowned at her. Last week they had all said they'd support Slytherin - only because Hester and Anadil were now dating.

Mona frowned. "What?"

Agatha swallowed and sat down, "Nothing." They looked at her weirdly then looked forward.

They were all seated in the Ravenclaw stands. Agatha saw a flash of red and looked down to see the Gryffindor's zipping out into the air. Soon Slytherin's and Gryffindor's were zooming around - clearly trying to show off, and out shine the other team.

"Hello, and welcome! Today's game, is Slytherin vs Gryffindor!" said a voice over a microphone and everyone cheered loudly. Agatha looked around to see who was talking and stopped on a girl with short brown hair and chubby cheeks in the teachers stand. She wore a unique red hood, leading Agatha to believe that she was a Gryffindor. Agatha did recognise her though - she was pretty sure her name was Rita Nettle.

The sound of cheering drummed around her. Agatha felt her heart race. She didn't like being in crowds. It made her feel overwhelmed. It was the same feeling she'd had on the train, months ago.

"Are you alright?" Nicola asked. Agatha flinched. Nicola had clearly noticed something wrong.

Agatha took some deep breaths, but all she could get out was a quick and shaky "mhm."

Nicola nodded slowly and examined her for a moment. "A-alright then."

The Ravenclaws were starting to quiet down, to Agatha's relief, but other stands were still screaming, she was able to tune them out a little bit, though.

The players started to slow, and form a circle over the centre of the field, apart from two boys, who were hovering above them, and giving each other mischievous smiles as if saying: dude, I'm so gonna win this.