Keep Your Promises (Cedric Diggory x Reader)

An Insult to the Team

Today was the first practice of the Quidditch Season and you couldn't wait! You were going to push your team harder than ever before, which meant, longer and more frequent training sessions. This year, you were not taking any chances. Oliver Wood would not best you again. You were going to win. You had to win.

    About 3 days had passed since you had received Lucius Malfoy's letter in regards to Draco becoming the Team's Seeker and it had been about 3 days since you had made your decision. Terence had not been overly excited about the change in position, but his bitterness was short lived, especially upon the immediate arrival of 7 brand new Nimbus 2001's, just as Mr. Malfoy had promised. Now, it was only a matter of time. You were feeling more confident than ever. In fact, you had never felt more confident in the strength of the Slytherin Team.

    As you led your team down the stone corridors, brooms in hand, the sound of your boots harshly hitting the stone floor and echoing through the stone halls, students from each and every house stopped to stare. Many gaped, whispered, and pointed at your new broomsticks, hardly able to believe their eyes. You smirked, taking in all of their shocked expressions and enjoying the envious looks of the crowds. Students were quick to jump out of your way as you passed, strutting towards the Quidditch Pitch, crushing a piece of parchment in your firm grip.

    You came to a stop in the middle of the field, just as Oliver Wood marched his way over to your team, seething with rage. The rest of the Gryffindor team had fell idle as the Pitch went silent, all eyes on the two rival Captains. You fought the urge to sneer, eyeing the scarlet and gold that represented the enemy. Instead, your eyes locked with Wood's as you smirked innocently.

    "What are you doing here, (Y/N)?! I specifically booked the Pitch for Gryffindor today! It's on the official schedule! Or can't you read?!" You scoffed as you rolled your eyes, before releasing a cold laugh, causing the Gryffindor Team Captain's anger to boil.

    "Relax Wood! I have a note. And yes, for the record, I have read it," you taunted as you thrust the piece of parchment into his face. He snatched it out of your hand and read it allowed, still furious with you for interrupting his team's practice.

    "'I, Severus Snape, hereby grant Ms. (Y/N) Middlebrook and Slytherin Quidditch Team full use of the field, owing to the need to train their new seeker.'" Wood looked up in disbelief, He shook his head incredulously, making you smirk. He continued to stare at you, his face a look of pure surprise. You rolled your eyes, your expression turning cold.

    "You read my note, now get off my field," you snapped. Several of the Gryffindor's glared at you, and as much as you enjoyed a good rivalry, you weren't in the mood for an argument. You weren't in the mood to waste time.

    "You've got a new Seeker? Who," Wood asked, still in shock. You sighed, rolling your eyes again, but you stepped aside as your team split itself down the middle, revealing a small platinum blonde. Malfoy. The young boy smirked as Harry Potter's mouth fell open.

    "Wait! Hold on! Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son," Fred asked in unbelief, a deep scowl balanced on his lips. He and George cast you a look of utter betrayal, though your expression remained stoic. Sure, the Weasley Twins were two of your best friends, but you had to do what was best for your team. It was nothing personal.

    "Funny you should mention Draco's father," Adrian spoke up, as the rest of your team's wicked smiles broadened and a mischievous grin tugged at your own lips. Adrian sent Wood a maniacal smirk, that radiated superiority. "Let me show you the generous gift he's give the Slytherin Team. Awfully generous, don't you think?"

    The boys all held out their new brooms, the metallic logo of the pristine Nimbus 2001's gleamed brightly in the midday sunlight. The Gryffindors stared in disbelief as their mouths' fell agape. You smile grew wider as you watched their envious looks. If brand new brooms and a new Seeker, didn't guarantee you the Quidditch Cup, you didn't know what would. Amidst the confrontation, your peripheral vision caught the movements of three others.