"jealous jealous jealous boy" · Y/n story by @hollyavery

The late afternoon sun cut sharp angles across the Quidditch pitch, bathing the emerald grass in a hazy, golden light. The air was crisp with the coming autumn, carrying the distant shouts of the Slytherin team as they drilled formations high above.

Blaise Zabini

zooming past the stands Keep your eyes open, Nott! You're drifting!

Theo Nott

without looking back I see it, Zabini. Just get the damn pass right.

A blur of black hair and confidence, Mattheo Riddle, swooped low, executing a flashy barrel roll before pulling up directly in front of your section of the stands. He winked, a slow, deliberate smirk spreading across his face.

Mattheo Riddle

See something you like?

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you, shaking your head at his audacity. From high above, Theo’s head snapped toward the sound. His jaw tightened, his grip on his broom turning his knuckles white.

Lorenzo Berkshire

flying near Mattheo Show-off. Just pass the Quaffle, Riddle.

Mattheo Riddle

still looking at you In a minute. The view's better down here.

He lingered for a moment longer, his dark eyes holding yours, before finally arcing back up into the drill. Theo watched him go, his blue eyes narrowed to slits, his entire body radiating a tension that was palpable even from a distance.