Lexie's POV: The rush of catching the snitch quickly faded as I landed on the field. One of the Weasley twins landed not far to my right, mumbling: "Well, this is unsatisfying."
I looked at the snitch in my hands. I had caught it many times in my career on the Slytherin quidditch team. Each time a glorious moment of joy and pride, followed by extensive celebrations. But as I looked at the snitch wiggling in my hand, the thought of my missed chance of beating Gryffindor for the last time left me feeling empty.
This feeling, however, quickly shifted to frustration as Lucian Bole, one of our beaters, came down my way with a fierce look on his face.
"What were you thinking? We just needed one more goal and we could have won!" He tried to grab my shoulder but I snatched and turned his hand until I could hear a little whimpering escaping his mouth.
"Careful, Bole. I just saved you from continuing the embarrassment that you called playing today."
At this moment Madame Hooch walked by closely followed by Oliver Wood. "Please Madame Hooch you don't understand. This is my last quidditch game against Slytherin. We can't just tie!", Wood said desperately throwing his hands over his head.
"Unfortunately, I do understand you very well Mr Wood, but I'm afraid that your personal dilemma does not change the rules of quidditch", answered Madame Hooch.
"What if we all want a rematch?", asked Marcus to my left.
"Yes, a rematch!", said Wood excitedly before realising who he was agreeing with and quickly adding "Ehm I mean if Slytherin wants to be destroyed again, sure then so be it" with a serious face.
"Give me two minutes just you and me and I'll show you my definition of destroying", Marcus responded.
"I'd like to see you try", said Potter.
"And I'd like to see you at least try to catch the golden snitch next time, sweetie. You know there's such a beautiful view up there but it does get kind of boring with no competition in sight", I cheered in before a wild discussion between the two teams inflamed.
More and more Slytherins and Gryffindors came running down from the stands joining the tumultuous mess unfolding on the quidditch field. Suddenly a red light flashed down the crowds right between the students from Slytherin and those from Gryffindor.
"Enough!" Silence fell over the field as Madame Hooch spoke up. "In the unlikely event of a tie between Gryffindor and Slytherin at the end of the semester to win the quidditch cup, there will be a rematch. In any other case, this was your last encounter for the year. Now get back to the castle before I make up my mind about punishing this childish behaviour!"

Nicki's POV: "But Madam Hooch", Oliver started protesting again but was silenced when she threw an angry glare his way and stomped off, grumbling something under her breath I couldn't understand.
"A tie", I said. I couldn't believe it. All that - for a tie? We had been so good. Just one goal, one additional goal and we would have won. But no, damn Hatchet had to catch the snitch. I let out an angry breath through my nose, then grabbed my broom and marched towards the changing rooms. I could still hear Oliver discussing something with Flint. This was most likely going to take a bad end. Wouldn't be the first time fists went flying on a Gryffindor-Slytherin match day. And now that the atmosphere was full of anger and frustration? I definitely did not want to be in the middle of that. Alicia and Angelina followed me and we showered and changed into fresh clothes. We were almost done when the boys came in, all of them looking miserable.
"And? Did discussing with the Slytherins get you somewhere?", asked Alicia and put her quidditch uniform in her bag. None of the boys answered, but the twins shared a glance. I raised an eyebrow.
"Please don't do anything stupid", I said and they immediately put on their most innocent faces.
"We would never do anything stupid", Fred said.
"Why would you even think that?" George asked.
I sighed and shook my head. It was no use. If they put it in their heads to do something, nothing would change their minds. I grabbed my things and together with Angelina and Alicia walked towards the castle where dinner was almost ready. Without going up to the Gryffindor tower first, we went straight to the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. The Slytherins were already there as well, looking just as defeated as I felt. They shot us angry glances and sometimes pointed over to us while apparently having a heated discussion. Angelina looked over their shoulder and watched them for a moment.
"I don't like this. It seems like they plan something." I agreed. Flint noticed us staring and stared back, his eyes nothing more than angry slits. I made a rude gesture, then said to the others "I guess we just have to be careful." As an afterthought, I added in my mind: "and watch them."