The Quidditch pitch was buzzing with excitement as Gryffindor and Slytherin prepared for their match. But for Oliver, it was more than just another game—because you, his partner, were on the opposing team.

He couldn’t help but watch you as you flew across the field in your Slytherin robes. You were focused, determined, and so damn good. Oliver tried to push the feelings aside, reminding himself that he was the Gryffindor captain, and this was about winning. But seeing you, his partner in everything, on the other side made his heart twist.

As the match began, he kept his eyes on the game, trying not to be distracted by the way you soared through the air with such skill. He had to admit, you were amazing, and it made the rivalry that much harder.

Every time you zipped past, Oliver’s mind would wander, just for a moment. He remembered the quiet moments you shared in private, away from the tension of house competition. The way he held you in his arms, how safe he felt when it was just the two of you. But in the heat of the game, all of that was forgotten, replaced by the fierce need to win.

The game continued, and it was clear that Slytherin was dominating. You scored again, and Oliver’s heart dropped. But it wasn’t frustration that filled him—it was something else. He missed you. In that moment, he wished the game was over, that he didn’t have to compete against you, that you weren’t on the opposite side.

When the final whistle blew and Slytherin won, Oliver couldn’t help but smile at you across the pitch. He walked toward you, his heart racing not from the game, but from seeing you.

—“Looks like I’ll have to make it up to you later,” he said softly, his smile warm despite the rivalry. He reached for your hand, ignoring the tension between houses. Because with you, the rivalry didn’t matter—only the love they shared.