#flirying

“GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR!” You heard crowds of students cheering on the Quidditch stands, you also heard the annoyance of a voice from Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin seeker.

”You’ve got to be kidding me,” He groaned and jeered, “It’s only for Saint Pottah! What kind of stupidity is that.”

You sighed and turned to Draco, “Oh come on, stop being a jealous brat.”

”Hey! You’re on our team, you were put here for a reason,” Draco snaps back, holding his broom up, “Come on guys, I think we’re going up. We’ll win this time, if we can beat the baby Hufflepuffs, we can do it.”

Marcus Flint, the quidditch captain shouted everyone over to the open sunny field at Hogwarts, tons of students were cheering on with their burgundy and yellow signs, hats, scarves, against the silver and green ones. Being a slytherin, everyone feared you, you weren’t like Draco Malfoy or Pansy Parkinson. You seemed ambitious in some areas academically, but you never believed in the pure-blood status in the wizarding world. Making friends was also hard, constantly being called a bully even when you never said anything to anyone, in fact, you hated Snape’s teaching. You never fit in with the Slytherins nor the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, or Ravenclaws. Sadly, that was the truth, you lie to yourself and say you have friends even when you don’t. No one seemed to understand you, not even your parents who were pure-blood supremacists.

You climbed onto your broom, one that wasn’t the one Draco’s father gifted you all. You refused to take it, so you stuck to your lucky one.

“L/N can’t wait to win this time!” A voice called from across the field. You turned around, afraid you were going to be made fun of, you met your eyes with a pair of brown vivid ones. It was Fred Weasley, the Gryffindor beater along with his twin brother. You never talked to Fred Weasley, until this one time where they pulled a horrid prank on you, embarrassing yourself in front of a crowd of students.

You scoff at the words and turn your game on, “We’ll see about that Weasley.” A smile turns up on your S/T face, darting a glare at him.

“Are you sure about that princess?” He shouts back, bringing a cheeky grin to his lips, sending you into a whirlwind of emotions by calling you that nickname. He seemed very flirty with people so this was normal, but not for you. Before you said anything back you heard Madam Hooch call the game.

”GET READY!” She yells unlocking the box including the Golden Snitch, the Quaffel, and the Bludgers. She blew the whistle and the game was on!!

As the chasers tried their best to shoot the quaffle through the hoops where the keeper protected. You and Lucian Bole, the Slytherin beaters, tried to hit the Bludgers to the opposing Gryffindors to win. While doing that, you were nearly close to getting hit by a Bludgers by Fred Weasley who was laughing his ass off at your wild expression.

“Oops sorry gorgeous!” Fred mocked across from you, “Guess I couldn’t see due to your pretty face!”

A flush of a tint of red splashed on your face, making your palms get sweaty for the compliment and snapped out of your daydream. He doesn’t even know me he-

“L/N! SNAP OUT OF IT AND CONTINUE PLAYING!” Marcus Flint shouts in the air as you turned up to nod at him and continue with the game.

You swiftly glided through the air in the quidditch field, avoiding the beaters so they wouldn’t hit you with the Bludgers. As you sped up a little with your bat, you heard  you heard Lee Jordan claiming that Slytherin and Gryffindor were from 50-30. You see that Harry Potter was near to grab the golden snitch out of sight from Malfoy, “MALFOY! HARRY IS CLOSE TO THE SNITCH!”

Draco turns around to see you directing to Harry, and began to speed down to Harry’s level in order to get the golden snitch and end the game. He reached his hand out to catch the small tennis-ball sized globe, but soon enough Malfoy lost his balance and face-planted himself onto the grass. Giving Harry a chance, he luckily was able to get his hands on the golden snitch, winning the game for Gryffindor.

You groaned at claim that was going to be said for the hundredth time and mumbled along Lee Jordan’s voice, “Harry Potter has got the snitch, Gryffindor wins.”

”HARRY POTTER HAS GOT THE SNITCH GRYFINDOR WINS!”

The area where most Gryfindor students were cheered loudly chanting their house name. Other students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff cheered them as well. You could hear Marcus Flint throwing a fit on his broom while Draco stood up from the green grass and dusted his robes off to roll his eyes. As Madam Hooch called the game, the Slytherin team met up on the even field, being quite dissatisfied with the outcome. Sweating, you all went into the tents to cool down and get a sip of water. Marcus Flint seemed to be pissed at Draco Malfoy for missing his chance. Suddenly you saw that Draco pointed towards you and Marcus’s face stiffened.

”L/N, you didn’t tell Draco to catch the snitch earlier huh?” He crossed his arms as you held your arms up in surrender.

”It’s not my job to find the snitch okay? I’m beater for a reason,” You claimed, and took another chug out of your water, “But whatever you say.”

He grunted and walked away from you, careful not to be messed with. You sighed and knew this was another game you have lost to for the hundredth time these years. Later, you heard a voice whisper behind you and it was quite unfamiliar, it was Fred Weasley. “Come here!”

You rolled your eyes and turned away to face your back on him, minding your own business.

”Princess, I need to talk to you!” He whispered more louder behind the curtains of the tent, “It’s urgent.”

”Urgent how?” You mumbled, waving a hand over your face to cool down after the hot game, “Anyways I won’t bother to move.” After, you felt a hand harshly tug you out of the tent, tripping onto the grass, “Bloody hell Weasley!”

Fred laughs and holds his hand out to help you get up, “I see you know my name.”

You decline his offer of getting you up to your feet and did it yourself, fixing your green quidditch robes and looking up at him, “Of course I do. Now what do you want now?”

”Youre trying to play hard to get huh?” He laughs, leaning over closer to you, “What a pretty girl.”

As he leans closer to you, you press your finger against his lip, and pushing him away from your face, “Hm, well too bad because you’re not going to get someone like me.”

”Ahh..... now I get why you’re in Slytherin,” He continues to joke and turns to you, “Guess I was right, you were going to loose.”

“It doesn’t matter it’s Malfoy’s fault!”

You were about to throw a fit and vent to him about everything but you don’t even talk to him or worse, trust him yet. He steadied you and watched you, “Relax, I was kidding, you play really great as a beater, but not as good as me of course.”

”Funny,” You groaned and were about to walk away, “Well, it’s been fun talking to you I think I should get going-“

Again, you felt his arm wind up on you, placing it on your shoulder, “Not so fast gorgeous.”

”Stop calling me that,” You say, with a pink face, “It’s not funny.”

”Oh it is funny to see little L/N flustered.” Fred lowers down onto your level of height, cupping your face, “In fact, it’s very true.”

”Excuse me-“

“You’re pretty, like really pretty,” He interrupts you while leaning on closer to your face, “The most beautiful woman that I have seen.”

”Fred, I hope you’re on armontentica,” You shook your head until there was a sudden urge for you to kiss him with the tension driving you insane. Pulling him in and giving a jokingly light kiss at the beginning, but as you were pulling away to go back and pretend that it never happened, Fred deepened the kiss to hold you back. The kiss was very firm but it was romantic, you could feel his sweaty body leaning into yours, pressing himself against you. As you two continue to share more kisses, you brought your hands to intertwine with his ginger hair. Kissing even more and more, you heard another voice that was similar to Fred’s. It must be George, you thought.

”Fred! I see you won the bet but I’m going to pretend the Y/N doesn’t have an interest in you,” George snickers and crosses his arms, “Or do you?”