𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

4

THE MATCH

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The exact moment the whistle sounded, I started flying trying to trap one of the bludgers and hit it. I gave a quick gaze and Potter was looking for the snitch with Draco behind him. Warrington, from my team, took the Quaffle from Spinet, taking it to Wood's zone. I saw George Weasley pointing the other bludger to Warrington.

Fuck no.

I took mine and reunited almost all my strength to throw it through the entire field but the exact second I had calculated my position to hit him, I was pushed and the bludger's path changed so it didn't hit George, only grazed his left arm.

Shit.

I looked to my right and found Fred, he was the one who pushed me. I kept flying as fast as I could to get any bludger. Spinet caught the Quaffle again and scored. Fuck, we were losing ten to zero.

I saw Flint about to throw Angelina Johnson off her broom.

"Marcus, if you dare to make us lose points because you're not able to play fair I'm gonna throw you out of the fucking window, you son of a bitch!" I shouted as I threw the bludger to one of the Gryffindor players who were about to catch the Quaffle to help Angelina. He didn't catch it thanks to me. Instead, one of my team caught it and flew all over the field. I saw Fred going after him with his bludger ready so I approached and threw him mine. He nearly fell off his broom and shockingly glared at me.

"Sorry, mate. Didn't mean to hit you. Better stay out of the way!" I said ironically.

He looked at me with pure anger and rage.

Slytherin scored. Then Wood stopped another hit and they scored again. I was trying to remain calm as I kept hitting the Gryffindor players until I noticed a broom too close to mine. I looked behind me and there was Fred.

I groaned as I tried to make my broom go faster, but he was pretty fast as well so we were involved in a very equal race. I looked for the other Slytherin Beater but he was too busy trying to hit Bell so she couldn't reach the Quaffle and Slytherin scored again. At the other side of the field, Draco and Potter were still trying to find the bloody snitch.

One Bludger flew to me, and I quickly hit it in the air. Fred made a noise behind me, complaining since it was George who threw it trying to give it to his brother.

I looked above me and saw Johnson with the Quaffle in her hands. I had the perfect shot, I lifted the Bludger and batted it with all the strength of my body, it hit her in her arm making her lose the Quaffle. I high-fived Draco who just passed by my side, congratulating me silently for that hit. Then, the other Bludger flew next to me. Fucking Weasley, again.

I  tried to throw it again but this time I failed because someone literally threw me off my broom. Fred looked at me with a big revengeful smile but in a millisecond I grabbed his cape and took him to the floor with me. Luckily, we were pretty close to the floor but we fell so hard that our wands flew out of our pockets...

I stood up as soon as my body reached the floor and so did he. Our eyes came across, full of fury, and we walked straight to each other.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, Arambella?!" he shouted, remaining only a few centimetres away from me.

"No, what are YOU doing?! Are you fucking nuts?!" I confronted standing even closer than before. Did he want to play the intimidation game? Fine, let's play.

"I should've known a bloody snake can't play fairly!" he said lowering his tone, sounding more threatening.

"Me?! What about you, bastard?! You made me fall off my broom! You could have killed me, you bloody wanker!" I pushed him away from me and he clicked his tongue, looking really pissed off.