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Your ex wants you back. Unfortunately, his best friend wants you too. You’re Slytherin’s star Quidditch player—until an injury puts you on the sidelines. Now you’re temporary coach, with three weeks to choose the next captain. The candidates? Your ex-boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle, who’s desperate to win you back, and his best friend, Theodore Nott, who’s secretly wanted you for years. They’re competing for the captaincy, your heart, and what’s left of their friendship. And neither is playing fair. ———⋆୨♡୧⋆———

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Here’s the thing about Quidditch at Hogwarts University: it’s not a hobby. It’s a blood sport with a dress code.

And right now, the Quaffle was flying.

So was Mattheo Riddle. Unfortunately, in entirely the wrong direction.

Mattheo Riddle

THEO, YOU ABSOLUTE WANKER!

Theodore Nott

catching the Quaffle one-handed, not even looking up Language, darling. We’re athletes.

Mattheo Riddle

We’re on the SAME TEAM!

Theodore Nott

finally glancing over, deadpan Then stop making it so easy.

Mattheo swerved so hard he nearly introduced his face to a goalpost, snatched the Quaffle back with a frankly illegal burst of speed, and scored thirty seconds later.

Theodore applauded theatrically from halfway across the pitch.

Mattheo blew him a kiss with a completely straight face.

Childhood best friends. Slytherin’s two finest Chasers. According to Snape, the reason he was going grey.

CUT TO: QUIDDITCH PITCH — TEN MINUTES LATER.

Snape stood before the assembled team like a man who had already regretted every decision that led him here. Which, to be fair, was most of them.

Severus Snape

As you are aware, Y/n will be unable to play until her injury has healed.

Mattheo, still breathless from practice, glanced at his ex-girlfriend. Old habits. Two years of dating didn’t exactly come with an off switch.

Mattheo Riddle

low, only half to himself Tragic. My favourite view on the pitch.

Pansy Parkinson

groaning, muttering just for him Six weeks, Riddle. Get over it already.

Mattheo Riddle

equally low, not looking at her Thank you, Parkinson. I’ve definitely not been counting.

Severus Snape

ignoring this with the exhausted dignity of a man who had heard it all before Fortunately, her tactical abilities remain intact. She will serve as temporary coach and recommend our next captain in three weeks. The leading candidates are Riddle and Nott.

Mattheo grinned like he’d already won.

Theodore raised an eyebrow, the picture of polite skepticism.

Draco Malfoy

leaning toward Blaise, not bothering to whisper Twenty Galleons says one of them ends up in the hospital wing.

Blaise Zabini

not even blinking I’ll take that action.

Mattheo was already moving, closing the distance between himself and Y/n with the easy confidence of someone who had never once considered losing.

Mattheo Riddle

Come on, baby. You know I’m your favourite.

He reached for her bag.

Theodore picked it up first.

Theodore Nott

casually, shouldering the strap I’ve got it, love.

Mattheo stopped.

Slowly. Very slowly. He turned.

Mattheo Riddle

…Since when do you call her love?

Theodore Nott

shrugging, calm Since I have a mouth and free will.

Mattheo Riddle

Don’t be a prick.

Theodore Nott

meeting his eyes You don’t decide what I can call her anymore.

Silence. The kind that makes people nearby suddenly very interested in their shoelaces.

Mattheo stared at his best friend. The late nights. The borrowed jumpers. Theodore hovering around her lately. Oh. Oh, you absolute bastard.

Mattheo Riddle

very, very quietly You knew that—

Theodore’s expression changed. Just slightly. Enough.

Mattheo Riddle

You knew I was trying to get her back.

Theodore Nott

Matt—

Mattheo Riddle

louder You sat there and LISTENED TO ME!

Severus Snape

RIDDLE!

Snape’s voice cracked across the pitch like a whip. He turned toward Y/n with the air of a man handing over a live grenade.

Severus Snape

These two are now your responsibility. I suggest you establish some discipline before I expel them both from the team.

Mattheo looked at her.

Then Theodore.

Neither moved.

Somewhere behind them, Draco updated his betting odds.

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