"That was amazing love!" Hermione gushed as she peppered Y/N with kisses, quickly asking:

"Get rid of all that nervous energy?"

Y/N smiled, still out of breath after his early morning cardio workout. It was the morning of the Quidditch final and Hermione had suggested an unorthodox workout to start the day.

"I think so baby. Shower then breakfast in ten minutes?"

Hermione giggled and nodded. After showering they headed down to the Great Hall- there were already a large number of students gathered in the hall and three of the four tables erupted in cheers as Y/N and Hermione entered hand in hand.

They walked over and sat down with Y/N's teammates and Ron and Lavender.

"First time you guys were later than us!" Harry laughed.

"Late start... or a busy start?" Lavender asked chuckling with a raised eyebrow.

"Better not have been. Completely unacceptable... all energy must be conserved for the match on a Quidditch day!" Oliver looked outraged as he spoke.

"Fuck me. Wood don't ever change mate!" Y/N chuckled as he piled eggs onto his plate.

After breakfast the team headed down to the tent to prepare for the match.

"So where's this broom of yours Y/N?" Wood asked as they sat down for the team meeting.

Y/N summoned it from his pouch. His teammates looked at it stunned.

"What is that?" The twins said in unison.

"Prototype of the next Firebolt model- the Firebolt Supreme" Y/N grinned.

"How did you get that?" Katie asked.

"The company sent it to me. They were ecstatic I set the world record on a Firebolt so they asked me to use this in our last match. It's lightning I'm telling you" Y/N smiled.

There had been an hour of meeting and strategising, Y/N was trying his best to be polite and patient for Oliver's sake. He finally put his hand up.

"We're tied right Olly? As long as I get the Snitch we win the cup".

"Yeah but..."

"Everyone else watch out- the Snakes will be playing dirty and desperate. I'll help you all out where I can. Olly you just keep the Quaffle out of the hoops. Twins if the snakes get violent don't be afraid to match them back- especially Crabb and Goyle!"

The others nodded and agreed with Y/N's gameplan, even Wood smiled.

"Good job Y/N. Good leadership"

Y/N smiled and nodded but the team was distracted by someone entering the tent.

"Wands away boys you've got a lady entering!"

The woman walked in and smiled seeing Angelina and Katie.

"Good to see some girls keeping the peace in here!"

The players had gone speechless. Y/N smiled and got to his feet.

"Sk-Sk-Skye Parkin?" Fred managed to stutter out.

Skye was a teammate of Dean L/N for four consecutive Quidditch Cup victories for Slytherin in the late 1980s. She was now playing for the Wigtown Wanderers and killing it, having been picked to represent England at next year's Quidditch World Cup.

"How you doin' Skye?" Y/N asked walking over as the two hugged.

"Good N/N- you? Look at the size of you! I haven't seen you since you were what- here?" She laughed holding a hand to her shoulder.

"Yeah it's been a while. What are you doing here?"

"I came with Dad. Couldn't miss the chance to see my mates little brother in a Quidditch Final!"

"Wait what's your Dad doing here?" Y/N asked shocked.

Skye's father, Ethan Parkin, was a Quidditch legend for Slytherin, Wigtown and England, but now worked as a scout for the Wanderers.

"Scouting you numbnuts. You haven't lost a match in three years and set the World Record. There's a lot of recruiters here. Not just English ones either!"

"Put in a good performance Wood. Today could be a big one for you!" Y/N called out.

Oliver meanwhile was still stood open mouthed with a dumbstruck expression on his face.

"Right well just wanted to wish you luck Y/N. I'll catch you later!"

Skye hugged him again and departed.

—~—

It was time to fly out. Y/N set up his Walkman and pressed play.

A/N: Press Play above.

Y/N flew out as the music hit he arrived in front of the Gryffindor crowd...

Fighting to Survive in a world with the darkest power...

The Gryffindors erupted. He played up as he got to the Slytherin crowd

We're the Princes of the Universe...

We've come to be the rulers of you all...

He pointed at them menacingly before he floated alone, staring down the entire Slytherin team.

I am immortal. I have inside me blood of kings. I have no rival. No man can be my equal...

He held his arms out to the side and the anti-Slytherin parts of the crowd erupted in joy and support.

"Certainly a showman isn't he!" Lavender whispered to a Hermione who was smiling brightly at her boyfriend.

—~—

The match got underway and it was off to a fierce start. Gryffindor got the quaffle- it was passed from Angelina to Katie to Harry. Harry was charged by Goyle who was intercepted at the last moment by a fierce bodycheck from Y/N. He went flying off barely holding on to the broom as he flew away from the pitch. Harry flew in and scored- the crowd roared.

The Slytherin keeper Miles Bletchley threw the Quaffle to Marcus Flint. He tried to take off but Y/N was far too fast, cannoning into him at a high speed sending the Quaffle flying.

Katie flew underneath, grabbed it and scored.

Gryffindor were up 20-0

Y/N flew up high to see if he could track the snitch but there was no sign of it yet, he got back into the play, smashing into Goyle and forcing him to drop his beater's bat.

"Wouldn't have dropped it if it was a cheeseburger tubby!" Y/N yelled as he flew off. He did another quick lap and saw an opening.

"Harry Quaffle!"

Harry threw the Quaffle without thinking- Y/N grabbed it and cannoned it through the goal.

30-0

The crowd went nuts as he heard Lee Jordan screaming:

"The seeker has scored. The seeker has scored. Lord L/N has scored a goal- Gryffindor by 30.

Another three goals went in- one from each chaser and Gryffindor was up by 60 ten minutes into the game. Flint called a time out.

"Good goal Y/N!" Harry cheered as Y/N landed.

"Saw an opening Harry!" Y/N chuckled.

"Y/N stop showboating out there! Focus on the snitch!" Wood snarled.

Y/N was pissed, snapping back: "Fine!"

He got on his broom and flew up to his staring position. The game restated and Y/N flew up high to look for the snitch.

He heard Lee yell Slytherin had scored. Then scored again, then Y/N heard boos and Wood called a timeout.

Katie has gone down behind play and they paused while she was taken off on a
stretcher.

"Y/N back in the game while you watch for the snitch. We're a man down!"

Y/N grumbled but nodded. The game restarted and he played a quasi-chaser role as well as the seeker. Draco was trying to follow him everywhere but couldn't keep up.

Y/N scored two goals quickly, Harry got another and Goyle got taken out the game following a savage charge from Y/N. No foul was called.

Y/N suddenly ignored the play as he shot off across the pitch. Draco had tried to intercept him and kicked Y/N in the leg but all it resulted in was a backhand slap from Y/N, sending Draco flying off his broom. Crabb rushed down to try and catch him while Y/N flew like a man possessed. He zipped and zagged through the active play, narrowly avoiding a number of collisions as he stretched out and caught the snitch.

Hooch blew her whistle, the crowd erupted as Y/N held his arm in the air. Gryffindor had won 240-20 and won the Quidditch Cup.

Y/N flew down, his teammates gang tackling him at they roared in excitement. Wood wrapped Y/N in a massive bear hug.

"Thank you Y/N. Thank you!"

As they released the hug Y/N cast a spell non-verbally and wandlessly and another Queen song blared our.

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His attention was drawn to a mop of bushy brown hair that was racing towards him. He threw her up and spun her, kissing Hermione passionately just as the chorus blared.

We are the champions my friend... and we'll keep on fighting til the end...

The pitch was soon full as all the non-Slytherin crowd rushed down, and Wood was called up to accept the Quidditch cup and winners plaque.

The players were given medals as the crowd roared.

Y/N though couldn't take his eyes off his Queen who flushed at her boyfriend with pride.