Allâs Fair in Love and Quidditch
Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw Reader
Summary: Allâs fair in love and quidditch. At least until Matteoâs poorly aimed bludger knocks you off of your broom.
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âGet your wand. Out of my face.â You growl between clenched teeth, glaring up at the tall boy in front of you whose wand was dangerously close to the tip of your nose.
Theodore Nott. Youâd first met the boy in third year on the quidditch pitch after his team had beat yours. It had been a long and grueling match and the only reason theyâd won is because of that bloody snitch. Ravenclaw had been up in points the entire match. You remember the boy smirking at you as you lowered your broom to the ground.
âBetter luck next time principessa.â Heâd said.
Youâd taken that personally, and the very next week, youâd stolen the position of top of the class in potions from him. This had apparently acted as a declaration of war as the two of you began constantly finding ways to outdo one another.
You seethed with hatred for the boy. Constantly challenging you in classes, on the pitch, even at prefects meetings. You two simply could not see eye to eye; which he constantly reminded you was likely because he was well over half a foot taller than you. Bloody bastard. It didnât help that the boy was aggravatingly handsome. A detail you couldnât help but appreciate as he loomed above you. Still, you glare on.
Despite the immediate threat of peril, you remained surprisingly calm knowing that, while you and Theodore may be intense rivals, heâd never actually harm you. At least you hoped. Youâd seen his knuckles bloodied plenty of times before, but heâd never harmed so much as a hair on your head. Yet.
Theoâs words shake you back into the present.
âThen get off the bloody pitch. Like we said, we have the pitch booked until 7.â
âNo, we booked it starting at 6. We have a signed slip from Flitwick,â You retort.
You watch Theodoreâs eyes flick over to the piece of paper Cho was now brandishing smugly before whipping around to his teammates behind him.
âWhat the hell Malfoy. You were supposed to have Snape reserve the field!â He shouts.
You roll your eyes at the bickering boys. This is one of the many reasons you disliked the male population of Slytherin house. Wildly disorganized, yet still expecting to have everything handed to them.
âI did! They mustâve bloody double booked it!â Draco replies, glaring at the paper.
âWell then it looks like either you all leave, or weâre sharing,â you say decidedly, much to the grumbling of your teammates.
Theo scowls at you. âWe gathered as much thanks- weâre not idiots.â
You give the boy a sugary sweet smile. âYouâre doing an awfully good impression of it then.â You reply, hoping that if you annoyed him enough, heâd leave already.
You watch the boyâs jaw and fists clench tightly as his scowl deepens before he turns and stalks off.
âCâmon. Iâm not dealing with that bloody witch today.â He snaps at his teammates who follow hesitantly, but not before shooting some nasty looks over their shoulders.
Once theyâre out of earshot, you hear your teammates burst into laughter.
âThat was bloody brilliant!â One of your beaters calls out, leaning on his broom as he shakes with laughter.
âOh y/n, he so likes you,â Cho snickers as she pushes past you onto the field.
Your jaw drops open at that and you rush after the girl.
âExcuse you, you canât just walk off after dropping something so wildly ridiculous on me like that,â you protest, mirroring your friend as she hops on her broom and takes off into the air.
âOh please. I could cut the sexual tension between you two with a well placed diffindo charm. And heâd never give in to anyone else that easily. Now heads up or your head will be taken off by that bludger,â she responds easily, dodging out of the path of the ball hurtling towards you.
You quickly follow, barely managing to side sweep the bludger before turning back to your friend. Before youâre able to further probe her however, sheâs taken off in search of the elusive snitch.
You try to shake off her words as you continue to fly through practice, joining your fellow chasers as they go head to head with your keeper, trying to make a shot through one of the hoops.
âNice shot, y/n! Better keep that aim up for the game this weekend. I wanna beat those snakes so bad,â the keeper shouts as you make throw past him.
âNot a chance in hell those slithering bastards are taking the cup again,â you reply with a grin.
âExcited to see your little witch today?â Matteo asks, plopping himself into his seat next to Theo.
Theo glares at his curly haired friend, snapping his textbook closed with a grunt.
âSheâs not my witch Mattheo. I canât stand her,â Theo mumbles back.
âRight, right. Itâs just y/n this, y/n that. Did you see y/n helping Cormac with charms the other day? Heâs such a bloody wanker. Blah, blah, blah.â Enzo says, joining the two boys at the desk next to them.
Theo scowls at his so called friends. So what if he happened to notice you a bit too often? They knew full well that the two of you had a sort of rivalry going on and that he had to keep tabs on you to make sure you didnât sneak something by him. Constant vigilance and what not.
Before he could defend himself however, you burst through the doors of the potions classroom with a group of your fellow Ravenclaws, coming to take your spot at the desk directly in front of him.
âHey, thanks for giving us the pitch last night Theodore. Stomping off the field like that, was really such a testament to you being the bigger person.â You say, turning to give the boy an innocent smile as you slide into your seat.
âWhat can I say, I just know your team will need all the help they can get to try and beat us tomorrow,â Theo replied easily, eyes falling as he notices the hem of your skirt ride up a bit higher than normal as you sit down.
âAw, thatâs so considerate coming from someone whose shooting percentage is barely over 50%.â
Theoâs eyes snap up at this.
You hear Enzo snicker at that before he quickly attempts to cover it up with a loud cough.
âYeah? Itâs so interesting that you know my stats off the top of your head.â Theo retorts.
âThey really help build my ego when I feel like Iâm playing poorly.â
âSo always?â
You glare at the boy, but before youâre able to respond, the professor clears their throat, forcing you to turn in your seat.
As the professor begins droning on about whatever potion it was that you were to be making that day, Theoâs eyes couldnât help but wander to the pretty witch in front of him. For such a pain in his side, you sure were easy on the eyes. Before he knows it, he feels Mattheoâs elbow digging into his rib cage.
âCâmon lover boy, neither of us are going to pass if you donât start focusing less on y/n and more on this potion, cause I was not paying attention.â Mattheo grunts, pulling him off his seat and over to the stock of potion ingredients along the back wall.
âI wasnât even looking at her,â Theo protests, glaring at his friend as he begins pulling ingredients haphazardly off the shelves.
âRight. Because if you were, youâd have noticed that the white ribbon in her hair was crooked. Bothered me the entire time we were sitting there.â Mattheo replies, leaning lazily against the counter.
Theo shoots a nasty look at his friend realizing his eyes had once again wandered over to the witch in question.
âThe ribbon in her hair is navy blue you dolt. And itâs not crooked.â
Mattheo gives him a victorious smirk.
âToo true. So glad we cleared up the fact that you were only staring enough to remember the exact color of her hair ribbon and whether or not it was crooked.â
With another smug look over his shoulder, Mattheo saunters back over to their shared desk, leaving Theo to finish collecting ingredients in agitated silence.
Glancing back down at his list, Theo quickly collected the rest of their ingredients, tossing the anjelica, bitter root, and daisy root essence into his basket, careful to not steal any more obvious glances at you.
As he went to return to his seat, the soft petals of the flower assortments sitting neatly in their assigned jars once again caught Theoâs eyes and a small smile grew as a masterful plan began to form.
âThat BLOODY, FUCKING SNAKE!â you shriek as you open your quidditch locker to find a stunning bouquet of bright daises and velvet roses propped up against your broom.
Hearing the commotion, Cho rushes over to find you glaring menacingly at the offending flowers, a look of exasperation overtaking her face.
âFor Rowenaâs sake, not flowers. How dare he. The nerve,â she says dryly.
âAww. How romantic. Thatâs so sweet. Are they from Theodore?â One of the other chasers adds, coming to see what all the noise was about.
Your glare shifts to your teammates as they peak into your locker to get a glimpse of the flowers.
âIâm allergic.â You grit out. As if to emphasize your point, you let out a loud sneeze, feeling the pollen reach your nose.
Your teammatesâ faces fall slightly at your statement and you go to extract the flowers from your locker.
âWell- I suppose thereâs something to be said about the fact that he knows exactly which flowers youâre allergic to, and how he went out of his way to buy them for you?â Cho offers as you toss the flowers onto the bench behind you.
A note flutters to the floor.
âYes. It can be said that heâs a psychotic wanker with too much free time,â you say, bending down to snatch the note off the ground.
Good luck Principessa, hope you play similarly to how the flowers make you feel xxTheodore
âHe literally tried to kill me so I wouldnât be able to play,â you announce dramatically, thrusting the note card towards Cho who rolls her eyes as she shakes her head at you.
âAlright, we need to focus. Y/n, get rid of those flowers, we donât need you sniffling all match. Everyone on the pitch in 15!â Cho yells, pulling the team together.
Shaking the thoughts of that damn Slytherin from your mind, you unceremoniously dump the large bouquet into the trash before quickly changing into your robes.
âEveryone remember the new offensive formations? We need to take them by surprise. Theyâve gotten way too comfortable running the same defense against every team. Remember. If you canât see Mattheo or Blaise, theyâve flanked you and thereâs already a bludger aimed at the back of your head. Theo and Enzo stick together, third chaser is on their own. Flint is a lefty, if you can, always go for the right hoop. Prioritize y/n, when going for the goal posts unless you think theyâve picked up on it. Donât worry about me and Draco, focus on gaining a lead. Everyone clear?â
You blink once, soaking in Choâs words.
âAlright. Letâs get out there and stomp on some snakes.â
Your teammates let out loud whoops as you make your way out to the field, adrenaline beginning to course through your body. The breeze blows gently through your hair and the sun shines softly behind a thin layer of clouds. The perfect day for quidditch.
As you grow closer to the pitch, you can hear the loud cheers and hollers coming from the stands, the faces of your fellow Ravenclaws grinning down at you.
âCoin toss is on you, y/n. Try not to let him rile you up too much, yeah?â Cho says, mounting her broom with the rest of the team.
You nod as they take off and make your way down to the center of the pitch where Hooch is already waiting.
âAh, y/n! Beautiful day for a match yeah?â She greets as you approach.
You offer a tight smile and nod as you see Theodore approach, cocky smile in place.
âAlright, you two know the drill. Snitch or broomsticks, Ravenclaw, your call, on three,â Hooch says, holding a large gold coin out on her palm.
You feel Theodoreâs eyes on you as Hooch tosses the coin into the air.
âBroomsticks.â
The three of you watch as the coin hits the ground, three gleaming broomsticks shining in the sunlight.
Theoâs lips tighten, but he doesnât say anything.
âWeâll take the ball first then,â you say with a tight lipped smile.
âVery well, go on then, shake hands.â
Swallowing your displeasure, you tentatively extend your hand.
With a lop sided grin, Theo grasps your hand.
âLike your flowers Principessa?â
âThey were lovely. Really spruced up the trash can.â
Without another word, the two of you returned to your respective sides of the field, joining your teams in the air.
âWe got ball,â you shout, once youâre within earshot of your teammates. The boys let out a whoop of excitement.
âLetâs make this a nice, clean match today, yeah?â Hooch shouts from her place on the field. Without waiting for a response, she points her wand at the chest, waiting below and the lid flies open, releasing the balls within.
Your eyes immediately lock onto the quaffle as it makes its way into the air, diving down and snatching it, a chaser on either side of you. You slip easily into your rhythm of dodging and weaving around your opponents, passing the quaffle around as you make your way to the opposing goal posts.
As the ball is being passed back to you however, Enzo pushes past, intercepting. Cursing under your breath, you whip around, close on his tail.
As if seeing your need, a bludger whizzes straight at Enzo, forcing him to drop the ball into your waiting arms.
This time, youâre able to make it to the opposite side, but with Theo and Enzo close on your tail, youâre forced to surrender the ball to your teammate who narrowly misses.
âNext time!â You shout in encouragement.
This back and forth goes on for what seems like ages, with neither team managing to score a point.
Finally, the ball is back in your arms as you speed towards Flint.
âDonât choke now, Principessa,â you hear Theodore shout from beside you on the right.
âPlease. Save your breath. Youâll probably need it to blow up your next play,â you retort.
âYou know your ass is probably jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth.â Theo snaps.
âYeah? Youâd love to see my jealous ass wouldnât you?â
Theo jolts in shock, and that moment is all you need to take a dive to the right, securing the first goal of the match.
It all falls into place after that and soon enough, your team is up 80 points. A comfortable lead, but not enough.
âCâmon guys! Câmon! Keep it up, this oneâs ours!â You hear your keeper shout as they toss the quaffle to you.
You nearly fumble the catch as a bludger soars past your broom.
âStay on her and keep those damn bludgers away!â You vaguely hear Cho call out to one of your beaters as you again make your way to the opposite end of the field.
After scoring two more goals, the Slytherin team finally gets the idea to begin putting more pressure and focus on you, with at least one chaser always guarding you.
âFor Rowenaâs sake, I donât even have room to breathe!â you shout as you pass Cho briefly.
As the match continues with no end in sight, Mattheo and Blaise begin to grow bolder, narrowly missing a few heads. Their own teammatesâ included.
âWatch it you bloody wanker!â You hear Enzo call out after Blaise nearly takes out the end of his broom.
With a sharp turn, youâre able to break away from his steady pursuit just long enough to safely secure the quaffle once more.
âDammit Enz,â Theo grunts as he flies up beside you.
You ignore their bickering, eyes taking in the field and your surroundings. You spot your other two chasers gliding below you, gearing up to be positioned for a clear pass. Your beaters are no where in sight, and only Rowena knew where Cho was flying off to.
You make several attempts to lose the two green robed Slytherins on either side of you, but they remain stuck to your side.
Suddenly, you see Enzoâs broom dip. Thinking this is your chance, you turn quickly, trying to see if you have a clear pass to one of your teammates.
âY/n!â Theo shouts.
But itâs too late.
The last thing you remember is the feeling of falling and strong arms wrapping around you before everything goes black.
When your eyes finally flutter open, the first thing you notice is the sky and how dark it is. What time was it? Slowly, you begin to sit up, a distinct pounding in the back of your head causing you to wince slightly. Looking about, you realize you were in the hospital wing and still in your quidditch robes. Ew.
The next thing you notice, is the mop of soft brown hair lying face down on the hospital bed beside you. As your eyes follow the body down to the chair itâs slumped on, you take in the familiar green robes that distinguish the boy as a Slytherin.
The hairs on your neck prickle as you recognize the boy. How could you not?
âTheodore,â you whisper, giving the boy a poke.
No sign of life.
âTheodore,â you say, a bit louder this time, shaking him gently.
âShove off Matt. You and Toria can find another place to shag for the night,â he grumbles, shifting further into the coarse hospital bed blanket.
You let out a snort.
âSeriously Theodore, wake up,â you say, growing frustrated.
Finally the boy sits up groggily before appearing to remember where he was.
âOh. Mornin principessa,â he drawls, smiling lazily at you, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
âWhat happened? And why on earth are you here of all people?â You ask, ignoring the pet name that you seemingly couldnât shake as a yawn escapes you.
âThatâs really no way to treat your knight in shining armor.â Theo tsks, stretching his arms out and leaning back in his chair. âIâm the one who caught you after Matt knocked you off your broom after all. Bludger to the head is no joke.â
You grimace. No wonder your head was throbbing.
âWhat a fucking git,â you grumble, falling back onto the bed.
Theo shrugs, not seeming to disagree.
Stupid Mattheo and his stupid bloody aim. Utter shit. And of course it had to be bloody Theodore of all people who saved you. Though you werenât entirely sure you minded, closing your eyes briefly, an image of Theo in his quidditch uniform flashing through your mind.
âYou never answered the second question.â You say after a moment of silence.
Theo looks at you, his head cocked to the side.
âWhy are you here?â
âYouâre hurt,â he says simply, as if it made all the sense in the world.
Your frown doesnât quite reach the tips of your mouth as you look over at the brunette boy staring back at you.
No matter how many times you told yourself that you utterly detested the boy, you were never quite able to say it with your full chest. And for Rowenaâs sake, it was not fair for someone to look this good at this time of night, in sweaty quidditch robes.
âYou donât like me.â You say quietly, not quite sure how true that statement truly was as the boyâs eyes had yet to stray away from you.
âOh I canât stand you.â Theodore replies, suddenly much closer than you remember.
âYouâre the absolute worst person on earth,â you say, feeling yourself magnetize towards the boy beside you.
âI despise you with every bone in my being,â he responds before slowly, tentatively closing the gap.
His lips are fire against yours, not burning, but consuming. You feel yourself getting lost in the sensation of his lips moving hungrily against yours as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you in closer. You would definitely be blaming this lapse in judgement on the fact that youâd taken a bludger to the head earlier. Or maybe not, you think hazily as a soft moan escapes your lips.
âEasy there principessa,â Theo murmurs, pulling away and pressing a kiss to your temple. âLetâs not hurt that pretty little head of yours.â
With a silent nod, you lean back, mind still reeling a bit given the nightâs events.
Hesitantly, as if not wanting to spook you, Theo edges his way onto the bed beside you. Realizing his intent, you scoot over a bit, allowing yourself to be tucked carefully into his arms.
âIf it makes you feel any better about being knocked out, Ravenclaw did end up winning. And your team visited after the match was over.â Theo says as you rest your head on his chest.
You smile at that.
âGood. Slytherin is shit.â You reply.
âYou take that back.â
âMake me.â
Theoâs lips find yours once more, and you feel him grin against your lips.
âIâm still mad about those flowers you sent by the way,â you say once he pulls away.
A smirk overtakes Theoâs face as he looks down at you.
âIâm sorry principessa.â
âNo you arenât,â you scoff, rolling your eyes.
âNo Iâm not. That was one of my better bits Iâd say.â
âIt was pretty good.â
Another yawn escapes your lips, and it doesnât go unnoticed by the boy holding you in his arms.
âSleep now, principessa,â he says, fingers stroking gently through your hair.
You didnât have to be told twice.
Not a single person was surprised when the Slytherin and Ravenclaw quidditch teams walked into the infirmary the next morning to find the two of you wrapped in each otherâs embrace.
âBloody took them long enough,â Mattheo says, finally breaking the silence.
Cho canât help but nod in agreement.
The rivals to lovers quidditch fic that no one asked for, but I wrote anyways đ¤
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