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“You ready for the match, Blake?” a familiar voice purred. Slytherin’s star beater rested her hip against the doorjamb, a mocking smile on her face.
The rest of the team stiffened but Bellamy waved them on ahead. “Bring it, Griffin,” he said. “Monroe, I’ll see you out here for seeker drills tomorrow after Potions,” he instructed.
“Like hell I’m leaving you alone with her; she could sabotage something,” Monroe snarled.
Clarke looked down at her nails, completely unconcerned. “We don’t have to resort to cheap tricks to beat Hufflepuff,” she laughed. “We could beat you with half our team off sick.”
“Monroe, I’ve got this,” he interrupted, because Monroe was going for her wand and she was good, but Clarke was deadly. “Good practice, everyone,” he said with finality. “We’re ready to face a bunch of privileged arseholes who couldn’t find their way to the pitch with a map.”
Clarke made a face at him and watched his team file out. The door to the locker room swung shut and silence swelled for a second, and then she was striding across the room to tangle her fingers in his har. “I thought you said you’d be finished by six,” she whined and dragged his lips down for a kiss.
Bellamy smoothed her blonde hair back and pulled away. “No, I said we’d finish around six,” he corrected. “You were supposed to wait by the forest until you saw the team leave.”
Clarke’s hands slipped under his robes and sought out bare skin. “I thought the team had already left,” she argued. “And privileged arseholes? Really? That’s the best you could do?”
Bellamy spun them around and pressed her against the wall. “Did you want to fight? Or do this?” he asked, and kissed the spot just below her ear.
“Both?” she laughed, and he wondered how they’d gotten here— from mortal enemies to…this. Two months ago it was just snogging in deserted rooms and after practice. Thy hated each other and they liked kissing and he didn’t think it was really particularly complicated, especially as long as they kept it a secret. But at some point things had changed; their barbs had become playful and three weeks ago he realized his favorite sound in the world was her laugh. But her mouth was opening under his and her skin was hot to the touch, so he’d figure that bit out later.