The Slytherin Quidditch stands are alive with energy, and you’re right in the middle of it, leading the cheer team with effortless confidence, but your gaze keeps drifting to one person—Theo, who leans casually on his broom at the edge of the pitch. He notices you looking, and a lazy grin spreads across his face, as if he’s been waiting for your attention all along.

“You know, you’re supposed to be cheering for the whole team,” Theo teases.

You smirk, crossing your arms over your chest. “Maybe I am.”

Theo chuckles, stepping closer, clearly more interested in this game with you than the one about to start. “Doesn’t look like it from here,” he says, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Looks like you’re just here to distract me.”

“Who, me?” you ask innocently. “You think I care enough to distract you, Nott?”

Theo’s grin widens, making it clear that he’s enjoying every second of this. “You care. You just don’t want to admit it.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide your grin. “Don’t mess this up, Theo. I’d hate to have to cheer for someone else.”

He laughs softly, making your heart skip a beat. “Don’t worry, love. I don’t plan on losing. But if I win…” He leans on his broom, his gaze locked onto you. “You owe me a private cheer. Just for me.”

Blaise strides past, clearly unimpressed by Theo’s flirtation. With a roll of his eyes, he grabs Theo’s arm, tugging him toward the center of the field. “Get your head in the game, Nott,” he mutters. Theo lets out a low laugh before giving you one last lingering look over his shoulder. “Cheer loud for me, cara mia.”