Y/N and Oliver were best friends. They had known each other their whole lives. Not to mention they were neighbors. But going to Hogwarts changed everything. He is Gryffindor. She is Slytherin. Rival Quidditch Keepers. The friendship is gone...
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Y/N
The rest of Christmas break went by in a blur. Oliver's kiss on my cheek stayed with me like an imprint I couldn't forget. My mind was a sea of thoughts about us. Our friendship is back and stronger than ever, but I can't help but find myself drifting and dreaming of more. But why? Do I want more or is it just the warmth in my heart of having my best friend back?
It's the morning of our first game after Christmas break and I can't get Flint to shut up about his dirty tricks he wants to pull on the Ravenclaw team.
"Okay, so I don't want you letting anything onto our hoops. I give you full permission to fly out and knock down the chasers coming at you." He takes a large bit out of a scone with a nasty grin.
I roll my eyes, "Flint, you know damn well we would get a penalty for that."
"Not if you don't get caught," he scoffed.
I take a bite of my toast, "I'm not doing it Flint. You know I don't play dirty."
I can see the flames forming in his eyes, "Y/L/N, If you want us to win you will."
I turn my head away from him, breaking eye contact. I never play dirty and he knows that. Why he is pressing me this hard now is beyond me. I can feel the frustration radiating off of him.
"Something else on your mind?" I keep my focus on my breakfast.
He bangs his fist on the table, and stands up, "I'm getting really sick of this Y/L/N!"
I jump from the sudden vibration on the table and flash a snarl at him, "Sick of what Flint? The fact that I won't cheat?"
His fists are clenched now and his eyes are burning into mine, "No! I'm fucking sick of..."
I see him paused abruptly, and his gaze flash behind me. I follow the movement of his eyes and notice Oliver standing a few feet behind me. "Oli?"
A shy smile creeps across his face, "Y/N, everything okay?"
Oliver's eyes move from mine to Flint's. He has a relaxed look. Nothing like the rage filled expression on Flint's face.
"Yeah, everythings fine Oli, I was just leaving." I turn away from Marcus and grab Oliver's arm, "Come on".
As we walk away I can still feel Flint's glare on my back as we walk out of the great hall.
Still holding Oliver's arm I walk out into the main courtyard and sit down next to the water fountain. I take a deep breath and try to calm my anger that I feel. He's always pressed me to play shady, but over to the degree of this morning. I close my eyes and take another deep breath. I feel a squeeze on my hand as Oliver sits next to me.
"Are you okay?"
I open my eyes to meet his soft, comforting gaze, "Yeah, I'm fine. He just frustrates me so much sometimes."
