The roars of the crowd faded into the wind as Gryffindor's match against Slytherin came to a head. Players streaked across the sky like arrows, but Fred never took his eyes off his true target: you.
You were Slytherin's star chaser, and, though Fred wouldn't admit it, you were also his worst nightmare on the pitch. Every match against your team was a constant challenge of taunts, masterful feints, and clashes that left both of you exhausted. And, without fail, every time you crossed his path, you flashed a triumphant grin that made him grit his teeth.
"Is that all you've got?!" you sneered, spinning on your broom as you dodged his attempt to block your shot.
"We'll see at the end of the score, snake," Fred replied with a crooked grin, launching himself after you.
The score was swinging dangerously in Gryffindor's favour, but you were the only reason Slytherin was still in the game. Your movements were precise, and your determination to defeat the lions seemed almost personal.
However, everything changed in the blink of an eye. During a desperate attempt to stop your advance, a miscalculated blow from a Bludger sent the two of you into a direct collision. Fred tried to manoeuvre to avoid you, but it was too late. Their brooms collided hard, and the impact knocked them off balance, sending them flying into the void.
**Hours later…**
You woke up with a pounding pain in your head and an irritating voice beside you.
“About time, sleepyhead,” Fred said, sitting in a chair next to the hospital wing bed. He looked completely relaxed, even though his arm was bandaged.
“What the hell are you doing here, Fred?” you asked, your tone hostile as you tried to sit up.
“I feel guilty,” he said, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. “And I also wanted to make sure my favorite opponent wasn’t going to die. It would be boring to play against any other snake.”
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