#madame hooch

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I was wondering if you could write enemies to lovers, where Draco and Yn are rivals at Quidditch. And Yn gets hit by a bludger or has a crash and gets unconscious and Draco forgets the game for a second and after the match when Yn is still unconscious he sits by her bedside

I got kinda carried away somewhere in the middle, so it doesn´t quite fulfil the entire request but I hope you still like it and let me know if you want me to change it somehow.

Love hits different

A/N: I wrote the reader a Ravenclaw in this story, but the house doesn´t play a very important role. I just wanted to write the reader as the seeker, so as a Gryffindor we would have to replace Harry which I felt wouldn´t quite make sense, but yeah...

You felt your heart pounding in your chest heavily. You took a deep breath. The cold air that filled your lungs made you feel more alive than anything else. So did the wind, which was pulling on your hair and clothes and made it hard to hold your broom steady. But you still managed to do so. You hovered several meters above the pitch, watching your teammates from above. For now, that was your only job. Keeping an eye on everything and everyone. Until you would get your chance.

And you couldn’t think of a single thing you would rather do. Up here, when you could almost touch the clouds, you felt like that was where you were meant to be. It felt like the world around you was slowing down, like the loud sounds coming from all sides were muffled. The only thing you had to worry about, the only thing that was important, was the game. You were circling far above the hurly-burly down there, watching your teammates passing the Quaffle around, sometimes trying to score. Your gaze was wandering around restlessly, scanning every centimetre of your surroundings.

And that´s when you saw it. It was just a twinkle in the corner of your eye, a golden shimmer, barely visible and only for a split second; but it was enough. You turned around your broom in no time, eyes wandering over the place where you thought you had seen the sparkling. And your eyes hadn’t fooled you. With your gaze fixed on the price, you leant forwards, gaining more and more speed. The only thing you could hear was the swooshing of the wind in your ears. The world around you turned into a blurry haze. By now, you were almost lying on your broom, trying to reduce the surface the wind could thwart as much as possible. You extended your arm, and your whole body was tensed, from your toes to your fingertips. You leaned forward even more, almost losing your balance, but only almost because your broom sped up even more and…

“Got it!”

Your fingers closed around the golden snitch. You slowed down immediately, coming to a halt and hovering in the air. You raised your arm triumphant, holding onto the snitch tight, while his wings were still flattering weakly, trying to escape your grip.

You could hear your teammates cheering.

“Alright guys, that´s it for today. Good job!”, Roger Davis, your captain called.

Slowly, you floated back down, until your feet touched safe ground again. You tucked away the snitch safely, before giving a high-five to Bradley and Chambers.

When Roger came up to you, he nodded approvingly and pat your back.

“That was good (Y/n). Much faster than last time. But when you speed up, you still list. Try to keep more control, even if you might lose some speed. Don’t want you to fall off the broom.”

You rolled your eyes. Roger was a good captain, and he was totally right, but in your opinion, sometimes you just had to take the risk.

“It won´t help me fly better if I´m not fast enough to catch the snitch.”, you argued. “We want to win the game after all.”

“Yeah, but it also won´t help if it knocks you from your broom and we don’t have a seeker for the rest of the season.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“After the match against Slytherin, it´s only Hufflepuff anymore. You can take them without me.”

Obviously, that was a joke. You didn’t have any intention to break your neck any time soon, but on the other hand, you were eager to win.

Roger sighed.

“Maybe I should send you to the Gryffindors. Wood would love that mentality. You either win or die trying. But I´d like you to focus on the long run.”

“I know Roger.”, you smiled. “Don´t worry, I´ll hold back. But we´ll need a good tactic for next week. You know that the Slytherins have the better brooms.”

Roger frowned and nodded.

“I´m already working on it. Can´t believe that Malfoy´s dad treated them all new brooms once more.”

You nodded in agreement.

Roger stared into the void gloomy for a few more seconds before he shook his head and looked at you.

“But that doesn’t mean we don’t stand a chance. Especially with you. Malfoy might be a good player and has the better broom, but you´re way better at spotting the snitch and Malfoy knows that. He´ll probably watch you very closely. He knows he got good chances to catch up with you once you see it and have to act on it. So don’t risk long speeds. The best chance you got is when you are already close to the snitch. Malfoy´s arrogant. He´ll rely on his pace. So the closer the snitch is to you, the better your chances are.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. You were aware of the situation. Of course, you were. You had played it in your head over a million times. The Quidditch games against Slytherin always stressed you out more than against the other houses. And it wasn’t just about the fact that you couldn’t stand the arrogant attitude of the house, especially when they won, or that they had the most brutal way of playing, it was about your most direct opponent.

Because the presence of Draco Malfoy always made you nervous. He somehow intimidated you. Not only in a bad way though, but it irritated you for sure and you couldn’t use any kind of distraction during the game. And you knew that if Roger was right and Malfoy would actually concentrate more on watching you to catch the snitch than actually spotting it himself, it would make it almost impossible for you to function completely as long as you would be able to feel his grey eyes fixed on you. But there wasn’t a damn chance that you would risk the victory of your house because of Malfoy´s irritatingly beautiful eyes or the way he still looked so elegant and effortless, even if he was sitting on a wonky piece of wood. You would get the snitch at any cost, even -or maybe especially- if that meant beating Malfoy.

You sprinted the last few meters to the castle. The heavens had opened and within seconds, you had been soaked. When you entered the foyer, your jersey felt clammy and your hair was hanging down in wet strands, the water was running down your skin in small trickles. Your teeth were chattering and you were shivering. What you needed now was a hot shower and some tea. But you didn’t come far.

“What in the name of Salazar happened to you?”, you heard a voice sneering behind you.

You turned around and sighed annoyed as you saw Malfoy standing there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, as usual, accompanied by some of his henchmen.

“It´s called rain Malfoy.”, you spitted out, not in the mood for his teasing. “Even you should know.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, unimpressed by your attitude.

“What were you doing out there?”

“Training. For the game. Maybe you should try that too if you want to stand a chance next week.”

Malfoy chuckled.

“As if I would be in need of this. We´ll win anyway.”

“You wish.”

“I´ll always beat you (Y/l/n). We both know I´m better than you. And I´ll prove it once more next week. If you haven’t died from pneumonia then.”

As if a confirmation of his words, you sneezed and groaned. A cold was the last thing you needed right now.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow in amusement. His eyes lazily scanned every centimetre of your body and the wet clothes sticking to it. You felt heat rising up in you as he did so, even though you were still freezing.

“Nah, that wouldn’t be fun. I want to beat you because I´m better, not because you didn’t even play. This wouldn’t be a challenge.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept on your face.

“So, you consider it a challenge winning against me?”

Malfoy hesitated for a moment, making you suspect he hadn’t expected this answer, but he caught himself again quickly. The blond boy shrugged his shoulders with a bored look on his face.

“Every dog has its day (Y/l/n). Even with such an… ordinary player like you, it´s still more interesting than with no opponent at all.”

“We´ll see about who´s the ordinary one.”, you responded, quite offended, even though you were aware of the fact that Malfoy was just playing games with you. Still, the fact that he might actually consider you ordinary, made you feel a bit disappointed. You enjoyed playing against him, facing him and -in the best case- beating him. You considered him a worthy opponent -even though you would never admit it- and had always somehow hoped that he was thinking the same. Strictly because he was a good Quidditch player of course.

Another sneeze interrupted the bubbling anger rising up inside of you.

“You better go warm yourself up and take some rest.”, Malfoy said, eying you with a strange look in his eyes. If you didn’t know better, you would say he was concerned, but obviously, you did know better.

“That´s sweet. You worry about me?”, you smirked.

For a second you thought you had seen a rosy flush on Malfoy´s cheeks, but that was probably just what you wanted to think.

“Only about an interesting match. Don’t pride yourself (Y/l/n).”

“If you say so.”, you chirped and smiled at the boy sweetly. “I could still beat you in delirium if I had to though.”

“You wished.”, Malfoy huffed.

“I know.”, you returned, as you turned around walking away from the Slytherin. And over your shoulder, you shouted: “Don’t worry. You´ll get your thrilling match.” Then you continued your way to your dorm, your heart pounding in your chest and a small smile on your lips, proud of the fact that you had defied Malfoy. But a small voice inside you told you, that this was most likely not the only reason.

When you entered the Great Hall Saturday morning, you could feel the tension filling up the room, the anxious excitement that always came up shortly before a match. When you walked along the aisle between the tables, you could hear your housemates cheering, as well as many of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, while the Slytherins hooted. You could feel several pairs of eyes following you, but you didn’t exactly care. This wasn’t your first game and you had grown into getting used to it. Plus, you were already wearing your Quidditch uniform, which functioned like a shiel from you, making most of the comments and gazes from other people ricochet.

You sat down next to Bradley who gave you a small smile, even though he didn’t seem exactly happy as he offered you some milk for your cereals. You couldn’t blame him though. The pressure that was on you was immense. Not only the expectations others had on you and the fact that you needed to be there for your team, but mostly it was about the pressure you put on yourself. You had learned pretty early that it was anything but helpful to beat yourself up before a match and that it was much more beneficial to just relax. But that was much easier to be said than done. You realized that once more as you forced a spoon of cereals into your mouth, trying to ignore the familiar wrenching of your stomach. Because no matter how cool you tried to play it, right before a match, you always felt sick. But luckily, this feeling vanished every single time, the moment your feet would lift off the ground and you would hear Madame Hooch´s whistle opening the match.

Luckily though, you didn’t have much time to eat anyway, because other students and even some teachers came up to you regularly, wishing you luck for the upcoming match. You were just about to compliment Luna Lovegood for the eagle feathers she had braided into her hair, as you noticed your friends around you starting to mumble and shot some hateful glances at someone standing outside your field of vision.

“What is it?”, you asked Bradley.

The boy just nodded in the direction behind you.

As you turned around, you faced Malfoy, who was towering over you. When you glanced up at him, his grey eyes met yours and he smirked down at you. You cursed yourself for losing your focus for a moment as you looked at him. But you couldn’t be blamed though. While Malfoy normally already looked more attractive than other boys, in his Quidditch jersey, he just looked -strictly objectively of course- unfairly good. And the twinkle in his eyes did the rest. You could’ve just stared up at him for hours, but instead, you straightened your back and cleared your throat. You just prayed your voice wouldn’t give away the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

“What is it Malfoy?” You had to admit that you were slightly surprised at how calm your voice was sounding.

The grin on Malfoy´s face only widened.

“Just wanted to wish you luck for today.”, he said.

You frowned.

“What?”

“Wishing you luck (Y/l/n). Usually, you thank people for doing so.”

“Why would you? We´re playing against you.”

Malfoy looked way too pleased as he responded: “Exactly. That´s why you´re gonna need it.”

He winked at you before turning around again. You needed a second to process his words, but as you did, you called after him: “Think you´ll need it more than us!”

But Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders, not even caring to turn around once more.

“What a git.”, Bradley spitted out. “You better beat his ass today (Y/n).”

You nodded, your gaze following Malfoy who was now sitting down with his friends. As he looked up and saw you still staring at him shooting him -what you thought were- deadly glances, he gave you a superior grin and a short nod, before dedicating his attention to Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting next to him, shifting closer until she almost sat on his lap, looking up to him with doe eyes, laughing far too loud at something the blond boy had just said.

You watched the scene grimly and nodded.

“You better believe I will.”

Your team was in the best form it had ever been. Rogers's brilliant tactics and hard training paid off, still, it was a neck-and-neck race. The brooms of the Slytherins were just much faster and more agile, which made it harder for you to score. Plus, after not even half an hour, Chambers was hit by a Bludger really hard. The way he held his arm made you suspect it was broken and Chambers had to resign for the rest of the game. Still, your team was able to keep up with the opponent. What turned out really quickly was that in the end, it would be on Malfoy and you. There was no way one team would be taking the lead for more than 150 points any time soon.

But for now, you hadn’t spotted it yet. You were hovering several meters above the pitch, letting your eyes wander. Even though it was cold, the air was clear, and the sun was shining. That would make it a lot easier to spot the snitch for you, but unfortunately for Malfoy as well. Plus, other shiny things reflected the sunlight as well. Several times you had by now thought you had spotted the snitch when in the end it had been a watch or binoculars.

The good thing about those sights was that you could study Malfoy´s reactions. Roger had been right. The blond Slytherin always kept up to you closely, never letting you out of sight. Under normal circumstances, his behaviour would have made you nervous in a very particular way, but right now it just annoyed you. Because Malfoy not only kept a close eye on you, but he would also cut you off when you were trying to sprint away from him, or make some rude comments when you once more thought you had spotted something that in the end turned out to be nothing important.

“At least I´m able to spot it on my own.”, you responded, when Malfoy once more made fun of you mistaking the twinkling of a pair of glasses for the snitch, but only after he had taken on the chase when he had seen you speeding up.

“Don’t have to if I got you, do I?”, Malfoy shouted back, grinning smugly.

The worst thing about this was that he was right. Any time you had started one of your sprints, he had caught up with you after not even fifteen meters. Even if you would spot the snitch, you wouldn’t be able to act on it, unless it would be directly in front of your nose. You gave Malfoy a deadly glare at which he just laughed.

Almost two hours of the game had passed. By now, your fingers and toes felt limp and your face was burning. You were just hovering above the west stands, Malfoy, not even two meters behind you, when you suddenly saw a twinkle from the corner of your eye. Your heartbeat quickened immediately. Your thoughts began to race. If this was actually the snitch, you needed to make sure Malfoy wouldn’t notice. But you also couldn’t risk losing it again. The game was already lasting too long and all players already got tired. If you wouldn’t take the chance now, you couldn’t be sure when you would get the next one.

Slowly, you spiralled up, trying not to let your body language give away, why you were doing so while keeping one eye on the golden shimmer, that was zigzagging several meters under you. There was no doubt – it was the snitch. For the split of a second, you glanced at Malfoy, who was still following shortly behind you. There was no way you could reach the snitch before he did once he had spotted it. It was at least thirty meters away from you. Your thoughts drifted back to your talk with Roger. Your captain had been right. Malfoy was faster than you, but he knew he was. And that was also his weakness. A small smile crept on your lips. And suddenly, you knew what to do.

The crowd began to murmur, as they saw you stopping abruptly in the air, turning your broom around, pacing in the opposite direction. You were bent forwards, pushing your broom to its limits. But against Malfoy´s, it didn’t stand a chance.  He noticed what you were up to immediately, taking up the chase. Only a few seconds later, he had caught up to you, arm already extended, confident of victory as he outpaced you, his eyes wandering around hectically as he tried to spot what your eyes must have noticed moments ago.

What Malfoy didn’t see, was that as soon as he had passed you, you stopped your broom once more, before sprinting back into the opposite direction.

And when only seconds later, your fingers closed around the snitch, holding onto it tightly, the arena exploded.

The grin on your face was the brightest it had ever held. The hand enclosing the snitch raised above your head, and you were circling around the arena, enjoying the cheering of the audience and your teammates. And when you saw Malfoy flying up to you, with the most confused look on his face, your smile only widened.

“What in the name of Salazar was that?”, he shouted angrily.

“It´s called winning, Malfoy.”, you returned. “You should try that too sometime.”

“But I was faster than you!”

“You were, but unfortunately it was the wrong direction.”

You could see the red shade on Malfoy´s face only darken, as he tried to find the right words.

“Don’t take it too hard Draco.”, you laughed. “It´s not a shame to be outsmarted by…”

Boom!

The pain that was rushing through your body came unexpectedly. Your vision went blurry. Somehow, you managed to hold on to your broom, trying not to slip, while you drifted towards the earth, accompanied by muffled screams ringing in your ears.

The moment, your tiptoes touched the ground, you lost all control over your body, feeling it collapse. Somewhere in your mind, you got ready for it to hit the ground, but for some reason, it didn’t. Instead, you felt some strong arms embracing you and a strong, comforting scent lulling you in.

You heard a voice yelling: “What is wrong with you?”

And that was the last thing you could remember before your mind drifted off completely.

The sheets that covered your body felt soft. You could hear the hushed chirping of some birds, somewhere in the distance. You nestled deeper into your blanket and sighed comfortably. The only thing that was now still disturbing you, was the bright light that was shining through your closed eyelids. You covered your eyes with your hands, trying to shield them from it. You could’ve lied here like this forever. But something felt wrong. Your whole body felt stiff, and your head was throbbing.

And slowly, your cloudy mind cleared off. You knew why something was off. Because the last thing you could remember was sitting on your broom somewhere up in the air and showering in the applause of hundredths of people. So how did you get here?

You opened your eyes fluttery, squinting as you tried to get used to the bright sunlight. When your vision finally cleared, you could see some figures sitting by your bedside, talking in a low voice. You tried to lift your head, getting a closer look at them.

When your teammates realized you had woken up, they immediately turned to you, bombarding you with questions.

“What happened?”, you asked, ignoring all the questions, as you tried to sit up, ignoring the dull pain that was pulsing through your body.

“You caught the snitch.”, Chambers happily announced. His arm was, as you noticed, now in a sling.

You nodded. You still remembered how you had caught it, still remembered the people celebrating you. The very last thing you remembered for sure was Malfoy´s embarrassed face, as he had realized that you had fooled him. After that, everything was just a blur.

“I know. But what happened then? How did I get here?”

Roger cleared his throat.

“After you had caught the snitch and everyone realized that you tricked Malfoy, Flint was furious. He wrenched Goyle´s bat out of his hand and hounded a bludger in your direction. It hit your neck.” Roger´s voice was by now shaking from anger. He, as well as your other friends, looked as if they would love to try all the nasty hexes they knew on the Slytherin captain. “You somehow managed to get back to the ground before you passed out. Then you were brought here immediately. Madame Pomfrey said it´s nothing bad. A few contusions and compressions. A light concussion. She fixed most of it immediately. One or two more days in bed and you´ll be completely fine again.”

“Such an asshole.”, you spitted out.

Flint wasn’t exactly known for his fair play but hitting you with a bludger after the game was already over was really below the belt.

Roger nodded in agreement.

“I´ve never seen Madame Hooch that angry.”, he told you. “And Flitwick as well. Flint won´t be allowed to play this season anymore and earned himself a month of detention.”

“Well, then the entire thing had something good after all.”, you smiled wryly. “How long have I been passed out by the way?”

You noticed your friends weren’t wearing their jerseys anymore, making you suspect it had been a few hours.

“Almost a day.”, Chambers answered. “It´s Sunday. Almost midday.”

You nodded.

Your throat was dry and ached. When you turned around, to the side of your bed where the nightstand was settled, to grab some water, you froze.

There was another person sitting at your bedside. Someone, you hadn’t noticed until now, since he hadn’t said a word yet. This wasn’t surprising though, since he was sunken into the chair, obviously asleep.

“What is he doing here?”, you asked perplexed.

You looked at your friends, who were smirking at each other.

“He´s your knight in shining armour.”, Bradley grinned. “After Flint had hit you, he was the first to react. When he saw you tumbling towards the ground he followed you and caught you before you could hit the ground. Then he brought you here and stayed with you the entire time. But only after he hexed Flint for what he had done.” Bradley chuckled. “That was quite a sight. Got him a month of detention too, but he didn’t care. The man was furious, I´m telling you.”

You looked at your friend in disbelief.

“You´re kidding me, right?”

Bradley raised his eyebrows.

“Do I look like I am? Or does he?”

Your gaze shifted to the blond Slytherin again. Only now you noticed that Malfoy was still wearing his Quidditch jersey, making you suspect he hadn’t returned to his dorm since he got here.

“Madame Pomfrey didn’t like that at all, but Malfoy refused to leave. And Professor Dumbledore said it was alright.” Chambers chuckled. “I think he thought it was kinda adorable, watching him sitting by your bedside, holding your hand, telling you how sorry he was.”

Your eyes widened and you flushed.

“He did what?”

Roger nudged his friend.

“He´s exaggerating. But Malfoy was actually quite upset about what happened. I think he beats himself up because he got fooled by your manoeuvre and got Flint so riled up.” A small smile appeared on Roger´s face. “That was a brilliant move by the way. You really put our talk into practice.”

You smiled bashfully.

“Was kind of a knee-jerk reaction.”

“Still brilliant.”

You and your friends kept on talking for a while. During the conversation, your eyes regularly drifted back to Malfoy, who was still asleep. Roger had told you he had been awake all night, never leaving your bedside. When he had come looking for you early this morning, Malfoy had still been awake, with dark circles under his eyes. Only when Roger and the others had visited you again about four hours later, Malfoy had finally fallen asleep in his chair. You couldn’t help but smile and blush as your friend had told you this, leading to some teasing from your teammates. But you didn’t actually mind. Malfoy had proven in the last few hours that he had a heart after all. Maybe a heart of stone and maybe he only was here for the fact that he felt responsible for what had happened to you, but he was here. And that was all you needed to know for now.

When about half an hour later the blond Slytherin slightly started to move in his chair, your friends stood up and wished you all the best.

“We´ll tell Madame Pomfrey you´re awake. She´ll want to check on you for sure.”, Roger bowed out, before he followed the others outside of the hospital wing.

You sighed and let yourself back into a half-sitting, half-lying position. Your head was pounding stronger now, the long conversation and the many voices had you feeling exhausted. Still, you didn’t dare to close your eyes, but let your gaze wander back to Malfoy. The boy almost looked peaceful, the way he had huddled up in his chair. His head had fallen onto his chest, his hair was hanging into his face in strands and his lips were slightly parted, as he breathed slowly and regularly. If it wouldn’t be for the lines of worry showing on his forehead, you wouldn’t suspect that there had ever been anything bothering him at all.

You could’ve watched the boy like this forever, but soon enough Malfoy started to shift in his chair again and his eyes fluttered open. For a few seconds, he looked as if he had forgotten where exactly he was. He looked around in confusion, trying to orientate himself; until his gaze fell on you. As he saw you watching him closely with a mix of curiosity and amusement on your face, he sat up straight quickly and cleared his throat.

“Good morning, Rosamond.”, you grinned.

Malfoy frowned, not understanding your allusion. For a moment the both of you sat there in uncomfortable silence, before Malfoy spoke up.

“So… how are you?” His voice sounded raspy and sent chills down your spine, even if you tried to ignore it.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Alright, I guess. Only my head still hurts a bit, feeling a little bit dizzy, you know?”

Malfoy nodded.

“That´s good. Not that your head hurts though, I mean…” He trailed off. “How long have you been awake?”, the boy then asked.

“Not long. Still feel a bit tired.”

“I can leave if you want to rest.”, Malfoy quickly offered.

But you shook your head just as quick.

“No, it´s fine. I mean, if you want to stay. You don’t have to though.”

“Well, I mainly wanted to make sure you are alright.”

“Why though?”

Malfoy lowered his gaze, staring at his feet.

“Looked like Flint had gotten you bad yesterday. I was quite…” He came to a halt.

“Worried?”, you completed his sentence with an amused tone in your voice.

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, if I wouldn’t have got fooled by your tricks…”

“It wasn’t your fault.”, you quickly interrupted him. “I don’t blame you. The only one who screwed up was Flint. But as I heard, he got what he deserved afterwards.”

You looked at Malfoy, watching his reaction closely, but he only glanced up at you shyly, obviously relieved you didn’t put the blame on him. But just as he was about to answer, Madame Pomfrey came up to your bed, eager to check on you, even if you assured her that you were just fine.

“I insist.”, the woman said vigorously. “Mr Malfoy, if I may ask you to leave now.”

“But…”, the boy argued, but Madame Pomfrey cut him off immediately.

“No Mr Malfoy. I need to check on miss (Y/l/n) now and after this, she needs to rest.”

“But Madame Pomfrey, why can´t I…”

“No!”, she cut him off again, her tone leaving no room for discussion.

You had no doubt Madame Pomfrey would get rid of the boy by force if she had to, so you smiled at Malfoy calmingly.

“It´s alright. I´m in safe hands now. But thanks for stopping by. Really.”

Malfoy returned your smile shyly, making your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Would you mind if I come here once more later?”, he asked, avoiding your gaze and shifting from one foot to the other.

Your smile only grew wider.

“Not at all.”

Malfoy looked at you as if he wanted to say something more, but Madame Pomfrey was faster.

“Now off you go. Let me do my job.”

After Madame Pomfrey had finished her examination, she assured you that you would be back on your legs -and even more important back on your broom- in no time. In between her ranting about how dangerous Quidditch was, she told you that she wanted you to stay in the hospital wing for one more night before she would send you back to your dorm the next morning.

And when Madame Pomfrey was done with you, pulled the separation back in its place and scurried to her next patient, you let yourself sink back into your soft pillow and slowly doze off.

Not much later you were woken up by your mattress slightly sinking down under the weight of another person. As you opened your eyes, you saw Malfoy leaning on the edge of your bed.

“Hey.”, he greeted you, a small smile playing around his lips.

“Hey.”, you returned.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry.”

You shook your head and sat up slightly, resting your upper body on your elbows.

“You finally changed clothes. And showered.”, you stated, as you noticed Malfoy was by now wearing his usual clothes again and that his hair was still being slightly wet.

The Slytherin let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, was on time after the game yesterday.”

He fell silent.

“Have you really been here the entire night?”, you asked.

Malfoy shifted uncomfortably and avoided your gaze as he nodded.

You felt your cheeks heating as you smiled. The thought of him sitting by your bedside the entire night, watching over you, felt strangely comforting.

“There was no need for that, I´m just fine.”, you said softly.

“Well, you weren’t awake to tell me back then.”, he answered in a defiant voice.

“That´s a good point.”, you chuckled.

 “Don’t think your friends were really happy about it though.”, Malfoy huffed. “I think they were worried I might murder you in your sleep or something like that.”

“Ain´t that absurd, is it?”, you responded.

Malfoy frowned.

“Maybe… But you know I´d never hurt you on purpose, don’t you?”

And as you looked into his grey eyes, you just couldn’t help but believe him. So you nodded.

“I know.”

And Malfoy stayed with you for almost the rest of the day. Only when in the afternoon Luna Lovegood stopped by in the afternoon, with a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers, assuring you that some of them had healing powers, Malfoy pulled a face and excused himself for a while. Luna being the absolute sweetheart she was, she stayed a while and chatted with you. She informed you about everything that was going on in the Ravenclaw tower by now, including that you were officially the hero of the house and Marcus Flint enemy number one. The only thing leaving you slightly irritated was that Luna assured you that -if Malfoy wouldn’t have caught you before you hit the ground- the garden gnomes would have done so, who were secretly still living at the pitch, having formed their own little society under the stands by now. Speaking of Malfoy, Luna assured you -very incidentally and while saying goodbye to you- that she had always known that the two of you would be a wonderful couple one day since she had seen the glances Malfoy was always giving you when he knew you weren’t looking, as well as she had overheard all the very nice things that he had always said to his friends about you. When you asked her how she knew this, Luna just responded with a shrug of her shoulders that people like Draco never really cared about people like her being around, making it very easy for her to look behind the façade of people.

When Luna had left and Draco returned shortly afterwards, you were still baffled by the girl, as well as what she had just told you. From that point on, you enjoyed Draco´s company even more, even though it felt kinda strange to actually talk to him, besides some teases about the quality of the Quidditch play of the other one.

The sun already set, when Draco finally got ready to go and leave for dinner. You were almost sad he already had to leave, since you had much fun to spend some time with him, especially when everything else you had been able to do for the day had been lying in bed.

“I think I´ll leave now.”, Draco said, as he was standing in front of you, ready to go.

You nodded and smiled at him sweetly.

“Thanks for staying with me. It was quite nice to have some company.”

“Even if it was me?”, Draco grinned.

“Even if it was you.”, you confirmed. Or maybe especially because it had been him.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

“That it was nice to have some company. Even if it was you.”

“No, after that.”

Did you really had just said this out loud? Maybe your head had carried away more damage than you had thought.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I would know if I did, wouldn’t I?”

“Misheard you then I guess.”, Draco mumbled, scratching his neck.

“Probably.”, you answered, trying to prevent your cheeks from intensifying their red shade.

“Well, then I´ll really leave now.”, Draco said and you nodded.

Still, the boy didn’t move.

“You´re a great seeker, you know that?”, he suddenly blurted out. “And I... I was really worried about you when you got hit by that damn bludger.”

You looked at Draco in surprise. The boy was looking at the ground, his cheeks at least as red as yours.

“I… thanks.”

Draco nodded before he took a step back, now actually intending to leave.

“Well, I see you around I guess.”

“Draco?”

The boy froze just as he was about to turn away from you as he heard his name leaving your lips.

“Yeah?”

“You´re a great player too. And I… I´m really glad you stayed with me. The night I mean. And now. And thanks for bringing me here. And everything else.”

Draco now turned around to you again, stepping a bit closer to you. You could see a small smile playing around his lips.

“Not for this.”, he responded.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes for this.”, you returned. “You didn’t have to do this but you still did. That was… nice.”

Draco raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Nice? I´m not nice.”, he chuckled.

“Yes you are.”, you answered. “You´re not half as much of a prick when your feet are back on earth.”

“Doesn’t make any sense anymore now, does it? I mean we lost the game already.”

“Even one more reason to be mean to me. Never took you for a good loser.”, you smiled.

Draco returned your smile. He stepped even closer than before until he was standing directly next to your bed and took your hand in his bigger ones. As his thumb carefully brushed over the back of your hand, you could feel a goosebump covering your entire body. Draco´s eyes met yours and never left them, as he returned: “I think you got me, wrong darling. We might have lost the game, but I don’t feel like a loser at all.”

He placed a small kiss on the back of your hand, his grin only growing wider as he noticed how your breath hitched as his lips slightly brushed your hand.

“Never thought that there was anything more important to you than the game.”, you responded in a breathy voice.

You could feel your heart hammering inside your chest, as Draco interlocked the fingers of his one hand with yours, while his other hand brushed some strands of hair out of your face, before caressing the last signs of the, by now almost completely healed, bruises on your face and neck. His eyes were still locked with yours, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort. But as he didn’t notice any of these and saw you didn’t have any intention to shy away from his touch, he slightly bent forwards, his face only centimetres away from yours.

“I can think of at least one thing that is far more important than anything else now.”, he whispered.

And when his lips finally met yours, you had to agree with Draco. There were much more important things than stupid games -even though you had to admit that you were already looking forward to bringing up the fact that you had outsmarted Draco at some point again-, Bludgers and house cups.

And one of those things was right in front of you.

Taglist: @xodracomalfoyxo @marigold-morelli @army24—7 @lbhmoon @cappgyuccino @writingwitch007

[stabby-apologist]

Just finished reading the first book and rewatched the Sorcerer's Stone. The movie practically follows the book to a "T", really, save for the absence of Peeves. They don't really utilize Neville like they should in the movie. And it's the most "Hermione" that Emma looked to fit the part exactly.

God how I wish they kept those deleted scenes.

[rosaline-black]

So I read a fic a while ago and the side plot involved queen mcgonagal getting with Madame hooch and they’re both old iconic lesbians and now this is canon sorry I don’t make the rules <3

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

HSHSHSHS

Snape’s such a mood but I can’t with how much he hates he agreed to my invitation

ALSO OMFG HOOCH HAHA THE MORE I PLAY THE MORE I LOVE THIS WOMAN. She didn’t get much time in the books let alone in the movies

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Football

@jegulus-microfic April 11, Word count 684

High school had always been hard for Regulus. He’d followed his brother up through school. He was always Sirius’s brother. He was just as intelligent as Sirius. He liked to think he was smarter, but he lacked Sirius’s easiness and charisma. He was quiet, kept to himself, and just wasn’t very good with people. 

It had been in his yearly report for the last few years, and finally, his parents had snapped. He was to try out for a sport, any sport, and he was to attempt civility because if it came back again that he had failed at socialising, there would be consequences. 

Every sport was full. The chess team had plenty of places, but his parents refused to accept that as a valid option. 

They reminded him that his brother was not only on the Rugby team but also on the tennis team, swim team, hockey team and, for some unknown reason, the baking team. Though Regulus would admit, Sirius’s Victoria sponge was delightful. 

The only team with any spaces was the football team. So he went along to the next practice. 

He’d forgotten that James Potter was on the team. The broad, golden-skinned, dark-haired bimbo lumbered over to him. 

“Hey, Reggie,” He grinned at Regulus’s snarling face. “You trying out, are you?” He asked as he ruffled Regulus’s hair with his oversized hand. Regulus had to clamp his jaws shut as he was sorely tempted to bite James’s hand for daring to touch him, but his parents would definitely be angered by that, so he ground his teeth. 

“Right, newbies over here. Potter in goal. Whoever gets the ball past Potter is on the team. If more than one of you does, which I highly doubt, there will be a sudden death round where you will score goals until one of you misses and so on and so forth until there is only one left.” The spiky-haired P.E. teacher barked at them with her authoritative voice. 

Regulus lined up behind the other hopefuls and waited his turn. He was nervous. If he buggered this up, Potter was bound to tell his brother. 

He watched as player after player ran towards James, dribbling the ball and kicking it straight into his waiting hands. 

Finally, it was Regulus’s turn. He felt sweaty already, and he hadn’t even moved. “On my whistle, Black,” Madam Hooch ordered. She blew the whistle, and he was off. 

Regulus was quick. He’d always been quick. He zipped across the pitch, the ball tapping off the inside of his boot, keeping just ahead of him. James was waiting for him in goal, bouncing gently as he tried to anticipate where Regulus was going to shoot. 

Regulus was within striking distance now. He lined himself up and booted the ball with all his might. The world slowed down. The ball flew through the air in slow motion. He chewed his bottom lip as the ball headed towards the goal. He held his breath as Potters's hands outstretched, and the ball soared past them and hit the back of the net.

James spun his head to look at the ball in disbelief. “Well done, Mr Black, you’re on the team.” Madam Hooch congratulated him. “Potter, get him up to speed. Right, everyone else dismissed.” She blew her whistle again and herded the unlucky candidates back to the changing rooms. 

James jogged over to him with the football in his gloved hands. He grabbed Regulus up in his arms and spun him around before depositing him to where he’d been stood. 

“That was amazing, Reggie. I had no chance at catching that.” Regulus felt his cheeks reddening, and it wasn’t from his exertions. 

James yanked the velcro of his gloves open with his teeth and threw his gloves onto the ground. “Come on, then.” He grinned, tossing the football to the ground and chasing after it. “Let’s have a bit of fun.” And Regulus, try as he might, couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face as he raced after James and immediately stole the ball from the laughing goalie. 

[fable-finder]

Theresa from fable is madam hooch from Harry Potter 

SOME FUCKING PERSON SAME VA

I have permanently lost my mind 

[velveteencryptid]

TIL that the Lady Cassandra and Madame Hooch are the same person. 🤯

[leenamorrigan]

Finally brought victory to her house

[myadmiringmind]

Anscestors Era Face Claims + Aesthetics

Anscestors Era Masterlist

|All photos from Pinterest|

Gryffindors

Hailee Steinfeld as Minerva McGonagall

Ashley Greene as Rolanda Hooch

Millie Bobby Brown as Rosemerta Padgett

Hufflepuffs

Saoirse Ronan as Poppy Pomfrey

Nicola Coughlin as Pomona Sprout

Slytherins

Richard Madden as Alphard Black

[halfblood-princes-crown]

You know what this fandom missing? More staff aus! I want rumors going around and Professors being invested, Minnie trying to think of a logical explanation and sev just sipping his coffee and watching everything burn

I like the sound of that

Sev is such a messy bastard I can’t 😭✋🏽

I’d love to be there

Hooch: Did you hear Filch and Dolores had some…business…going on yesterday while everyone was in the Great Hall?

Dumbledore:

Flitwick: oh my…that’s disturbing..I need to excuse myself

Minerva: Oh stop it! I’m sure there was no funny business going on

Snape: Do you actually believe that or are you in the first stage of grief, Minnie?

Minerva: Oh hush, you!

Snape:

[sleepeatread]

Proffessor Sprout draping blankets on insomniac students that just fell asleep.

Proffessor McGonagall setting up personal office hours and sitting for hours in end, with endless patience until you understood what was going on.

Proffessor Lupin sliding a chocolate frogs into a students bag when he knew that had a tough few days.

Proffessor Flitwick accidentally forgetting the test he set that day and having a review session instead.

Proffessor Snape setting detentions, but it turns out to be helping him brew a Potion that you got wrong in class.

Proffessor Sinstra setting up sleeping bags and snacks for the students she knows can only relax and asleep under the stars.

Proffessor Hagrid letting making tea and giving out warm scones and letting Fang walk you around the school grounds.

Madam Hooch accidentally forgetting to lock the broomsticks cupboard for those that need some late night air (under her secret, watchful eye).

Proffessor McGonagall keeping a watchful eye, in her cat form, on the students that need it.

Proffessor Snape slipping a few extra books to read and making a few extra comments on how to improve in the margin of essays.

Proffessor Lupin helping out students escaping Flich and giving out secretive directions back to their common rooms.

Proffessor Sprout opening her greenhouse for all hours of the morning for students to sit and relax and garden in.

Hogwarts teachers being teachers and watching out for their students

[fallingforfictionalcharacterss]

Request: "Can you do a story of y/n and Draco being best friends bye they get locked in a room(I don’t know why be they do) And Draco tells y/n that he loves her?" @victoriapedroza

Thank you so much for your comment! I really hope you enjoy this fic.

Trapped

The door to the common room opened with a loud bang, making you nearly jump up from your cosy spot on the couch. You looked up and saw Draco entering the room, followed by Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle, all pulling a face as long as a fiddle.

Draco let him fall down on the sofa right next to you with a huff, not even caring about the muddy Quidditch uniform he was still wearing.  You looked at the boy to your side compassionately, as he stared into the fire burning in the fireplace in front of you gloomy.

“Hard day, hmm?”, you carefully approached him.

Draco didn’t even care to look at you and just shrugged his shoulders.

“Hard life.”, he mumbled.

A small chuckle escaped your lips, but you quickly tried to hide it. Draco being so dramatic was often quite amusing, but you also knew he probably wasn’t in the mood for jokes right now. But even if you tried to mask your laugh with a cough, Draco still noticed. He spun around and glared at you.

“You think this is funny?”

You were quick to shake your head.

“No, I just…”

“Do I look like I care about your stupid excuses?”, he spitted out.

His tone was harsh and probably many people would have been intimidated by this, but you weren’t. You knew Draco way too long to still fall for his wannabe attitude. You sat up more upright and locked your eyes with his.

“Look Draco, I´m sorry you had a shitty day, but don’t you dare to vent that on me. If you want someone to take the blame for what´s going on in your life, you can start looking for a new friend.”

You knew you might had been a little bit hard on him, but sometimes it was just necessary, to give him your piece of mind. Because if you wouldn’t have done it right away, it would go on like this for the rest of the day.

And it worked. You saw Draco´s body language change, as he lowered his gaze and dropped his shoulders.

“Sorry.”, he mumbled. “You know I didn’t mean to chide you.”

Of course, you knew. And you weren’t mad at your best friend. You highly doubted you ever could be. So you melted back into the pillows on the sofa and smiled at him. As Draco saw this, he returned your smile shyly and slowly began to relax as well.

“I know.”, you said. Then you tilted your head and narrowed your eyes, while your gaze was still fixed on him. “You want to talk about it?”

And an hour later, you were still sitting in front of the fireplace, now with Draco´s head lying in your lap. While you played with his hair, he told you about everything that had gone wrong today. And you really couldn’t blame him for being in a bad mood. At first, Professor Snape, who normally got along quite well with his Slytherin students, had had a talk with Draco about an essay that had gone wrong, then he had received a not-so-friendly letter from his father and last but not least, the Quidditch training had been an absolute disaster. And that shortly before the important match against Ravenclaw.

“But you know the last rehearsal always has to go wrong so the match will be good.”, you tried to cheer Draco up.

“Is that some superstition you got from the muggles?”, he chuckled.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“As long as it works out, who cares?”, you answered and Draco hummed in agreement. “And even if you won’t win, you already won the last match and Hufflepuff won´t be a problem anyways.”, you added.

Draco looked up at you, and his gaze met yours. He smiled at you thankfully.

“What would I even do without you (Y/n)?”, he asked.

You couldn’t help but mirroring his smile.

“You would be totally lost without me.”

Draco let out a small laugh and nodded in agreement.

“I probably would be.”

He then sighed and closed his eyes.

“But at least my hair wouldn’t always be a mess because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”, he mumbled sleepily.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

Draco hummed once more, way to exhausted to give you an answer.

You just smiled silently and looked down at the boy, nearly drifting into sleep on your lap. You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful your best friend was. The glow of the fire made his blond hair shine almost golden and his cheeks were slightly rosy from the heat the fireplace spread. Your hands were still tangled in his soft hair. You were still suspecting him to use some kind of spell to keep it so neatly, even after an entire day of school and hours of hovering meters above the ground on a broom. Draco´s breath calmed down bit by bit, as you continued admiring him. You scanned all of his features. They were just as familiar to you as your own, maybe even more. You noticed a bit of mud on his cheek. Carefully, you removed one hand from his hair and tried to brush the dirt away without bothering Draco. The boy slightly shivered as he felt your hand stroking over his face.

You knew it was probably due to the fact that your hands were always cold as ice, no matter how warm it got, yet you liked to think that there was also another reason for his body reacting to you like this.

 Because even if you hated to admit it, over all the years you spend with Draco, you grew into liking him more than it was customary between good friends. You were aware of the fact that you were nothing more than this and there was no way, you would risk what the two of you had, yet you couldn’t fight the urge to sometimes wish that the two of you were more. Because you had fallen for Draco Malfoy, just like he fell asleep on your lap right now. Slowly, and without actually noticing, but somehow still willing to give in to it from the very first moment. And when you had finally realized, there was already no turning back again. You just couldn’t help the way the world stopped whenever Draco looked at you, the butterflies that went mad in your stomach every time he smiled at you or the shivers that ran down your spine, whenever he touched you. Neither could you help the thoughts running wild in your mind, whenever he was with you, especially in such quiet moments as now.

But also when he wasn’t there, you thought about him. He was always there, lingering somewhere in the back of your mind, just waiting for a chance to jump into the spotlight again, making you daydream about what might be at first, before pulling you back to the ground, reminding you of the fact, that these dreams of Draco and you most likely would never come true.  

You sighed. You hated yourself for those stupid feelings you had caught. Even though you knew -and Pansy had confirmed- that this wasn’t a decision you had made but one, something else in this universe had made for you, without asking for your consent of course and probably as a cruel joke, you just couldn’t help but feel guilty. You didn’t want to ruin the relationship Draco and you had. It was way too special for it. And even though you didn’t plan on giving your thoughts away any time soon, you knew it was also unfair to Draco. Because sometimes you just couldn’t help but behave strangely around him. When he got closer to you than usual or jokingly flirted with you, you quickly shied away and when you heard Draco talking about other girls or saw him getting close to one, you treated him with contempt. And in all cases, you left him confused and worried about what he might have done wrong.

But the truth was that in none of those situations he had ever done something wrong. It was you who made the mistakes. And Draco was the one to suffer from it.

But on the other hand, you knew, the problems would only get worse if you would tell him the truth. Because then he would be either disgusted and mad at you, or he would blame himself and you couldn’t bear both options.

So you just kept quiet and hoped that those feelings would one day disappear as unnoticed as they had hit you. And until then you would have just to play pretend.

But now, you didn’t even have to do that, because now that Draco had his eyes closed and relaxed, you could easily pretend things weren’t that complicated between you, as your hand caressed his cheek one last time, before wandering back to his hair, and you didn’t have to hide the admiration lying withing your gaze as you looked down at him.

You would be able to work things out with Draco; one way or another. But for now, you would just enjoy moments like this. And Salazar, you did.

Only a few days later, you were standing on a stand right next to Pansy, your gaze fixed on the hurley burley in front of you. The day of the game was finally here, the game Draco had looked forward to anxiously.

But as it turned out, there was no reason to worry. You had probably been right when you had told Draco that if the last rehearsal went wrong, the match would work out just fine. Because while the last training had been probably one of the worst, this game was one of the best, Slytherin had ever played. Even though it was freezing outside, the cold air was clear and there was not one cloud in sight. The Slytherins had already a two-hundred-point lead when Draco spotted the snitch. He caught it with ease before the Ravenclaw seeker had even realized what was going on. The arena was shaking in excitement. Pansy and you were bouncing on your seats, applauding until your hands hurt.

After Madame Hooch had blown the whistle, you rushed down to the pitch, waiting for the team to finally join you.

One after one, the players left the cabin, smiling proudly and enjoying all the attention and praise they got. Blaise was one of the last people to leave the cabin, a small grin on his face, as Pansy and you showered him with compliments.

“Draco is just checking everything once more.”, Blaise told you, as he saw your questioning gaze drifting from him back to the cabin. “You can go in there, I´m sure he will be glad if you´re the first fan to congratulate him.”, he grinned.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Too bad I forgot my cheerleader bobbles today.”, you answered.

Blaise raised an eyebrow.

“The two of you could come up with a show next time. I would enjoy it for sure.”

Pansy nudged him.

“We want you to focus on the play. We won´t help anyone if you don’t score and Draco doesn’t look for the snitch. Then even the Hufflepuffs might stand a chance.”

The two of them continued bickering a bit, but you were quick to bow out and headed towards the cabin and Draco.

“See you in the common room.”, you said to your friends.

“Don’t forget the big party.”, Pansy called after you and you just raised a thump in acknowledgement.

You knocked on the door of the cabin and waited for a moment. When you got no answer, you pushed the door open. “Draco?”, you asked into the silence.

Suddenly, you heard some footsteps approaching you. You turned your head in the direction of the noise and saw Draco coming up to you with a broad grin on his face.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?”, he asked you, still smiling.

Your face brightened up as well.

“Looking for you.”, you answered. “The party can´t start without the hero of the match.”

Draco´s ears turned slightly pink. Normally, he didn’t thought of compliments as something special, since it was just a confirmation of what he already knew, but when it came to you, it was different. It felt like a special honour if you acknowledged his achievements. You did this quite often, still, it made his heart jump every time again.

“Just need to tuck away everything, then I am ready to go.”

“Don’t you have some henchman to do so?”, you teased him and Draco smirked.

“If you want something to be done right, you have to do it yourself. And besides,”, he added, “you´re here now, aren’t you?”

“So, I´m degraded to your henchman now?”, you asked him with narrowed eyes.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

“I thought that’s what you´ve always been.”

Even though you knew he was joking, it made your heart ache, reminding you of the relationship you actually craved with him, once more. Still, you laughed it off and nudged his shoulder.

“You would love that, wouldn’t you? Having me worshipping the ground you´re walking on?”

“I would. But just so you know, I am doing just the same to the one you are walking on.”, Draco responded, making you smile again.

“Well, how can I help you then?”, you asked and clapped your hands together.

“Get these in the broom closet.”, Draco asked you, handing you some stuff.

You nodded in agreement.

You helped Draco carry all the stuff in the closet. You had just placed the last things on a cupboard when you felt a presence behind you. You turned around and saw Draco leaning against a cupboard, grinning at you.

“What is it?”, you asked sceptically.

Draco tore his gaze apart and shook his head.

“Nothing.”, he said quickly.

You eyed him for a moment before you spoke up again: “Are we done now?”

Draco nodded.

“Thanks for your help.”

You smiled at him sweetly.

“Couldn’t let my best friend down, could I?”

“Well, let´s get out of here then. We have something to celebrate.”

But just as you turned around, ready to leave, the door of the closet slammed. You heard some whistling in the distance and footsteps leaving. Without the light coming from outside, it was pitch dark in the room. But luckily, you were still a witch. You pulled out your wand and mumbled “Lumos.”, lightning the tip of it. Draco did just the same.

“Who was that?”, you asked.

Draco shrugged his shoulders.

“Probably Madame Hooch.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter now, I just wanna get out of here.”

But as you wiggled the doorknob, nothing happened.

“It´s locked.”, you said in surprise.

“No way.”, Draco said as he stepped closer.

He tried to open the door as well, but nothing happened.

“Locked.”, he confirmed.

You tapped your wand slightly against the doorknob.

“Alohomora.”

But nothing happened. Draco tried just the same with the same result.

“Seems like we are trapped in here.”, he stated.

“But how is that possible?”, you asked. “Why doesn’t the spell work?”

“Madame Hooch always locks the door after the match. She casts a spell so no one else can open it up again. Not even with magic. To avoid manipulation. Probably she thought I was already gone.”

“And when will she come back?”, you asked. You could hear the slight panic in your voice.

“They will probably notice we are missing soon.”, Draco tried to calm you down. “Then they will come looking for us.”

You nodded. You just hoped that someone would notice your absence soon and also that Blaise and Pansy, who were the only ones who knew where you wanted to go, would be able to put two and two together.

While you were still lost in your thoughts, Draco mumbled: “Lumos maxima.”, making the light from the tip of his wand float to the ceiling. It covered the room in a dim light. It was actually nothing more than a broom closet, some cupboards on the walls, and some brooms standing in one of the corners. Some spiders had spun their nets in the niches of the room. Your eyes were still wandering around, looking for another way out.

Draco on the other hand sat down and leaned against a wall. Then he looked up at you.

“Don’t you want to sit down as well? We might be here for some hours.”

“Hopefully not.”, you responded.

“Would this be that bad?”, Draco asked, sounding slightly offended. “I mean it´s not the cosiest, but at least we´re in good company.”

“And what if I need to go to the toilet?”, you asked.

Draco nodded at some buckets, standing at the other side of the room. You shook your head vigorously.

“No way!”

“I promise I won´t look. Probably.”

“Draco!”

“Don’t make such a fuss.”, Draco said.

“Oh yeah, because you don’t mind peeing in a bucket at all. I can still recall how disgusted you were in the first year when you realized you had to share a bathroom.”, you hissed.

“Let´s think about this when we really have to, okay? Maybe it won´t take that long until we get out again.”

“Hopefully.”, you mumbled.

You slid down the wall, sitting down on the opposite side of Draco.

For some time, you just sat there in silence. Then you raised to speak.

“I don’t think I have even congratulated properly for the win. You were great!”

Draco looked at you and smiled sweetly.

“Thanks love.”

When he looked at you like this and called you by this nickname, you felt your cheeks heat. Luckily, Draco wouldn’t notice in the dim light. He sometimes called you those sweet names, probably not even on purpose. But still, it made your heart jump every time he did.

 Suddenly, you realized, who you were trapped with. It wasn’t just your best friend, who you could easily pass time with, it was also the boy, you had fallen for, whose presence made you feel the most comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. If you would actually have to spend some time with Draco in here, this would either be the best or the worst thing that had ever happened to you.

“What are you thinking about?”, Draco asked you.

You startled. You didn’t even realized you had been staring at him.

“Nothing.”, you quickly stated.

“(Y/n), I know you for way too long. You can´t lie to me.”

“That was exactly what I was thinking about.”

“That you can´t lie to me?”

You shook your head.

“No. It´s just… For how long we already know each other. Everything that we´ve been through. Everything that led us here.”

Draco let out a low chuckle.

“You don’t want to tell me it was destiny we got locked in here, do you?”

“No, that’s not what I´m trying to say. I just thought it was funny how things turn out sometimes.”

Draco nodded.

“It probably is.”

You were still sitting on the ground of the small room. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but it must have been at least two or three hours. Draco and you had talked about many different things, especially the Quidditch game, but then you had fallen silent.

By now, it already must have become evening. Even if you couldn’t take a look outside, you slowly began to feel the cold creeping up. You were still wearing a Slytherin jersey, which was quite warm, but regarding the fact that the temperature fell below freezing point these nights and the cabin next to the pitch was far away from the warm castle, made it not enough to keep you warm. You were rubbing your hands together trying to warm them with the friction, but it didn’t help.

Draco soon noticed that you started to shiver and your teeth were chattering.

“Are you cold?”, he asked.

“A little bit.”, you admitted.

Draco stood up. With a big step, he had reached you. You looked at him in confusion. He unbuttoned the Quidditch robe he was still wearing and knelt down next to you.

“Take it.”, he said, offering you the robe.

You shook your head.

“You´re going to freeze then.”

“I´m fine, just take it.”

You gave him a short nod and Draco carefully placed the robe around your shoulders. Not only the warming material of it made a heat flush over you, but also the fact that it smelled exactly like Draco. And instead of returning to his old place, where he faced you, he now sat down next to you. The arm, he had wrapped around your shoulder to place the robe there, stayed where it was. You hesitated for a moment before you gave in to the warm body next to you and jiggled closer to Draco. From the tip of your wand, you conjured a small, blue-coloured flame, that you placed in front of you. It wouldn’t give you much warmth, but it was better than nothing.

For a while, Draco and you just stared into the flames dancing in front of you. You started to relax more and more, giving in to the warmth of the robe and Draco, lulling you in, Draco pulled you even closer. You rested your head on his shoulder, while your gaze was still fixed on the flame.

“Isn´t even that different from the common room, is it?”, you chuckled. “Except for the fact I wouldn’t mind a softer pad.”

“At least no annoying kids around.”, Draco mumbled. “Just the two of us.”

You hummed in response.

“We should do this more often.”, Draco continued. “Doing something on our own.”

“We´re often on our own.”, you responded, confused by what exactly his point was.

“Yeah, but it´s always someone else around. There are always people, no matter where we go. And even in my dorm, there´s always Blaise who comes in every five minutes.” “Because he lives there as well.”

“But sometimes I just want some time with you without being interrupted, you know?”, Draco said, glancing down at you.

“Are you suggesting we should get locked up more often?", you teased.

Draco let out a small laugh.

“If that is what it takes.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face. You knew it was quite normal for friends to want to spend some time with each other, yet, the way he said it could also trick you into thinking he wanted more as well. You knew it was a dangerous game you were playing and if it would go wrong, you would be left with a broken heart, way worse than it had ever been, but for now, you just wanted to play pretend a little longer.

“You know I really enjoy spending time with you.”, Draco spoke up again. “Probably more than with anyone else.”

He looked down at you, his arm still around your shoulder, your head placed on his. You looked so adorable in his robe that was way too big for you. The way you had wrapped it around you and the way you were curled up against him, made his heart beat faster. He inhaled the scent of your shampoo, mixing with the one of the care products for the broomsticks on the shelves.

“So do I.”, you smiled.

“Does Pansy know that?”, Draco teased you, trying to distract himself from the way his pulse quickened at your response.

“Of course she does.”, you said, without even thinking about it. “Does Blaise know?”, you quickly countered.

“Of course he does.”, Draco smiled. “I mean, it´s just… It´s different with you, you know? It… it feels different when I´m with you. You know what I mean?”

You nodded slightly, glancing up to him. “I do.”

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his position, as he felt his hands getting sweaty. He knew he had something to tell you and he knew now was probably the perfect moment. Yet, he still hesitated.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“We´ve been friends for quite a while now, aren’t we?”

“Ever since the first year.”, you responded.

“And have you ever… have you ever thought about… what could happen… I mean… have you ever thought about if there could be more? Between us I mean.”

You sat up in surprise and looked at Draco with widened eyes. The boy seemed to be quite nervous. His gaze was flickering between you and the door as if he was seriously considering if he might be able to blow the door up if he would have to.

“What?”, you asked, still shocked.

“Have you ever thought about us being more than friends?”

“Did you?”, you asked, not wanting to give away too much, since you still weren’t sure where this was going.

Draco slowly nodded, while he avoided your gaze.

“And?”, you asked. Your voice was careful as if you were scared of breaking the spell of the moment with the wrong words.

“Actually I… I thought about it pretty often in the last few months. And I think I really like the thought of you and me… I mean not the thought but if we would actually… I mean… What I´m trying to say is… I love you (Y/n).”

You both stared at each other with widened eyes. It wasn’t quite sure who was more surprised by Draco´s confession. You who had always thought Draco wanted to be nothing more than friends with you, or Draco himself, who had been fighting with himself for the last few weeks whether he should tell you or not. But no matter what he had concluded, he had never planned to blurt the confession out so bluntly. Especially now that you would probably have to stay in the room for maybe hours without being able to leave. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable, but by the look on your face he just had done so and now there wasn’t even a way to escape this awkward situation.

Draco scratched his neck and looked at the blue flame in front of him again.

“Nevermind.”, he mumbled. “That was stupid. Just… just forget it.”

Slowly the realisation kicked in for you as well. Draco had just told you he loved you. He actually returned your feelings. A stupid grin spread across your face as the information started to sink in.”

“Draco?” Your voice was soft.

“You don’t have to say anything (Y/n). It was just… I don’t know what I even thought I was doing.”

“I love you too.”

“I know, you don’t have to… Wait, what?”

Draco´s gaze shot up again. He stared at you smiling at him angelically.

“I love you too.”, you repeated.

Slowly, the same stupid smile covering your face also spread across Draco´s.

“You love me?”, he asked, wanting to make sure he had heard you correctly.

You nodded.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”, Draco smiled.

The blue flame you had conjured now seemed to shimmer a bit lighter and seemed to radiate a bit more heat.

“(Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?”, Draco asked. Even though both of you already knew the answer, he still sounded nervous.

“Yes.”, you whispered, the smile on your face only brighten.

Draco´s lips were soft as he gently pressed them on yours. It was the sweetest and most innocent kiss, filled with all the love the two of you had gathered for each other in your hearts over the last few years.

After the kiss, you placed your head on Draco´s shoulder again and you remained in the same position as before, except for the fact that Draco held you even closer than he used to and his free hand was now intertwined with yours.

“I wanted to do this since forever.”, Draco admitted.

You looked up at him with big eyes.

“I wish I knew this before. Now we have so much to make up.”

Draco placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Trust me, love. We will. For every single day, we´ve missed.”

And when Madame Hooch unlocked the door to the broom closet not even two hours later, Draco and you were still curled up against each other. You almost regretted that this moment was over now, but when Draco and you stepped out into the cold night, you knew what had begun in the small room, wouldn’t end there as well, but would continue, maybe even for the rest of your lifetime. And you were also sure, that you would never forget this night and when Pansy and Blaise opened the door to your common room with knowing grins on their faces, you knew, that even if you would ever want to do so, it would be impossible. But as you looked at Draco´s and your hand, still intertwined and into his eyes which were filled with as much love and admiration as you had never seen before, you couldn’t think of a single reason why you would ever want to forget.

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Chapter Sixteen: "Get. Lost."

It was as if the weather couldn’t get any worse. Every day seemed to drawl on longer and longer as the first Quidditch match seemed to loom over every house at Hogwarts. We found out on Tuesday that we were to verse Gryffindor in the first Quidditch match of the year due to a certain Slytherin Seeker needing more time to rest his injured arm.

Thursday evening came with a horrendous thunderstorm, but that didn’t stop the Hufflepuff team from Quidditch Practice. I could barely see through the rain while it pelted down on me as I flew through the sky on my Nimbus 2000. I was soaked to the core and freezing as I successfully caught the Quaffle heading straight for my head, even after I almost slipped off my broom in the process.

“Watch it!” I yelled over the rain as I threw the Quaffle just outside of Malcolm Preece’s reach, making him dive to catch it. I flew over to Cedric Diggory and hovered there for a moment as we watched Malcolm and Heidi Macavoy throw and catch the Quaffle.

“I see we have company.” Cedric said as he folded his arms and gestured towards the stands. My eyebrows scrunched together as my head swivelled over to where he was looking to. I first caught sight of an umbrella, and below that umbrella was none other than Fred Weasley. He sat there quietly as he watched me and Cedric hovering together.

My cheeks heated up despite the freezing weather just knowing Fred was hear alone to watch us practice. It’s not unheard of that he would come and watch me practice, but he would usually be accompanied with either his brothers or even Lee Jordan for that matter.

“What? Are you shy now?” Cedric teased beside me which earned him an elbow to his ribs that he laughed off.

“All right!” Cedric called over the downpour and everyone turned their attention to our Captain. “We’re gonna practice how far we can throw and catch the Quaffle.”

“How far?” Heidi asked as she flew up to us.

“Aim for the Goal Posts.” Cedric said as Heidi passed him the Quaffle. We all flew to the Goal posts in the pitch and allowed Malcolm to be the first team member to practice his throwing and catching skills. The more we stayed out here, the colder it got. At least when we were watching Malcolm and Heidi throw the Quaffle between each other the rain started to let up a little.

It was soon Cedric and I’s turn to throw the Quaffle and I volunteered to be the first one at the goal Posts. The rain started to become heavier as I waited for Cedric to throw the Quaffle. I could barely see through my goggles that were meant to help me see through the rain.

I allowed my hearing and sharp eyes to seek out the Quaffle heading straight towards me, successfully catching each time before Cedric called for us again instructing us that each of us will throw the Quaffle and chase after it and catch it. I watched as Malcolm, Heidi and Cedric all took turns before it was my turn to fly and catch the Quaffle.

“You ready, Azurielle?” Heidi asked as she bounced the Quaffle in her hand.

“Born ready.” I said with determination, and with that, Heidi threw the Quaffle and I was racing after it. The Quaffle was getting too far away, getting closer and closer to the edge of the pitch where Fred was sitting. I could hear the rain splatter against the Quaffle as I continued to fly after it. I was nearing the stands now and I still haven’t caught the Quaffle, but I knew I would catch it by the time I reached Fred, it would just be a very close call.

The air was whipping dangerously cold against my cheeks, but I didn’t care as my ears picked up where the Quaffle was. Before I knew it my eyes were now tracking the Quaffle as I pushed my broom beneath my feet and drifted above the stands. As my broom swung around I raised my hands high above my head and caught the Quaffle.

“Yeah, Azure!” I heard behind me. I whipped my head around and saw Fred’s over exaggerated cheering. This brought a wide a toothy smile from me as I looked at Fred through my goggles. I giggled at him as I was basically standing upright, along with my broom. Fred gave me a wink and I couldn’t tell if my cheeks were burning from the wind and rain or from his wink.

“Fancy meeting you here!” Fred said over the rain. I swayed on my broom and looked back over at him in surprise, then I couldn’t control the wide smile that spread across my face.

“Fancy indeed!” I said to him before turning back to the pitch, Quaffle in hand. I pushed my broom back down and headed back to the team to continue practicing.

It was a lot warmer in the Hufflepuff Changing rooms, especially after swapping my soaked Quidditch robes for a much warmer jumper and dry socks. As I was pulling my trench coat over my shoulders Fred appeared in the doorway to the changerooms, shaking the water droplets off his umbrella.

“Hey, Fred.” I greeted as he walked over.

“Hello, Azure.” Fred said as he leaned against the locker next to me. We stayed silent for a while as I put my Quidditch robes into my locker.

“Why isn’t George with you?” I asked through a smile. “Afraid to get wet?” I teased and Fred chuckled softly.

“Jee I hope not if the weather’s like this on Saturday.” Fred said and we made our way to the changeroom entrance.

“Merlin, it will definitely be a spectacle,” I added as we stood in the doorway and watched the rain absolutely bucket down. ”You still got that umbrella?” I asked as I wrapped my trench coat around me. Wordlessly Fred opened the umbrella and held it above us. We gave each other one last look before entering the downpour.

The walk back up to the castle felt like it took an eternity. All I could focus on was our elbows brushing against each other and our close proximity under the umbrella. With each contact our arms made my heart fluttered

As Fred and I made it to the castle, Fred walked me all the way to the Hufflepuff common room. I had long discarded my trench coat by this point, which Fred insisted that he carried until we got to the common room. But as we reached the barrels, I felt almost disappointed that I couldn’t spend anymore time with him tonight.

“Well, this is me.” I said as I looked to the barrels and took a deep breath as Fred held out my coat. When I reached out to grab my coat that was folded over Fred’s hand, our hands brushed together. My heart skipped a beat when Fred didn’t pull his hand away, but instead held my gaze.

Fred’s chocolate brown eyes bored into my hazel green one’s as we stood planted in place. The warm lantern light danced in his eyes and I swear I saw a hint of pink that dusted his cheeks. My breath hitched as all I could think about was that Fred wasn’t pulling away or making a well-timed joke to ease the tension.

Fred cleared his throat before dropping my coat into his hand. I felt my cheeks burn as I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly.

“I’ll see you later then.” I farewelled before holding out my wand to the barrel that was two from the bottom, in the middle of the second row. But before I could tap out the password Fred quickly grabbed my left hand. I turned around with slightly raised eyebrows and noticed Fred’s face resembled that of a tomato.

“D-do you-um…” Fred said shakily, as if nervous to tell me what was on his mind. This came as a shock to me as Fred has never once been nervous or shied away from me. “Would you like to grab a Butterbeer the next time we go to Hogsmeade?”

“What d’you mean? We always grab a Butterbeer when we go to Hogsmeade.” I said to him in confusion. Fred’s shoulders slackened ever so slightly.

“I mean-like,” Fred said  but seemed to grab hold of his courage. “I mean just the two of us.”

“Oh,” I said as realisation washed over me, then a toothy smile spread across my face. “I’d love to.” I said to him earnestly.

“Brilliant.” Fred said with an equally wide smile. He stood up a little taller, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I told him as I tapped out the password and watched as the lid to the barrel slid open, revealing the cozy inside to the common room. After I stepped through the barrel, I turned back and watched as it closed up, savouring the last moments I saw of Fred before the barrels completely sealed up.

Friday went by faster than expected and soon I was found myself in company with Tara, Charlotte, and Abby on our way to Defence Against the Dark Arts. As we entered the classroom with a few Slytherin’s, all noise was extinguished as our eyes landed on Professor Snape standing at the front of the classroom. Confusion and surprise would be an understatement for what we all were collectively feeling.

We all sat down silently compared to our more enthusiastic racing to our seats to begin the lesson. We were learning about Ghouls but my mind kept trailing back to Remus. I knew the full moon was coming this Sunday, and even I was feeling the effects of it.

It was the quietest it had ever been in a Defence Against the Dark Arts class. I was distracted and utterly bored to say the least as Snape’s monotone voice echoed throughout the classroom. I knew I wouldn’t be able to see Remus until he was feeling better. Despite the last time I had seen Remus was only Wednesday, it felt like a lifetime without having an interesting lesson from any subject as Quidditch was all about which we could think.

It was like a breath of fresh air when Defence Against the Dark Arts concluded and we could all escape to our last classes for the day. I met back up with Fred and George for our Library session which flew by in an instant. Dinner and my night-time Astronomy lesson with the Ravenclaws became a blur of stars and moon charts, and before I knew it, I was already back in bed.

My mind was buzzing with anticipation for Quidditch tomorrow. It felt like forever since Quidditch season could finally kick off. All I needed to do now was wait until the morning.

I was back in the Hufflepuff changing room tightening my shin guards. We were all hyped up by Cedric’s pre-game speech and soon we heard the stomping of feet and cheering as the rest of Hogwarts started to enter the Quidditch stands. We all grabbed our brooms and headed for the Quidditch pitch. Before we left the changing room I slid my goggles over my eyes before the seven of us walked over to the centre of the pitch.

Cedric and Oliver Wood shook hands and it appeared that Oliver was grinding his teeth subconsciously.

“Mount your brooms!” Madam Hooch howled over the wind and on cue, we all jumped upon our brooms, all becoming more antsy by the second. We all watched closely as Madam Hooch brought a whistle to her lips and paused dramatically before she gave it a mighty blow. It’s ear-splitting noise echoed around the pitch and we were sky-rocketing upwards.

I rose up quickly and took hold of the Quaffle. Despite my broom being dragged by the wind I raced over to Gryffindor’s goal. My ears picked up a Bludger heading my way on my right, and at the last second I barrel-rolled to the left and passed the Quaffle to Heidi who was flanking me.

I was already soaked to the bone by this point. You couldn’t even hear Lee Jordan’s commentary over the wind and rain, all you could hear were your teammates next to you and Bludger’s whizzing past.

This Quidditch game had been going on for hours at this point and the scores were twenty to thirty, with Gryffindor in the lead if I was keeping count properly. It was hard to focus on points when I was so busy trying not to get thrown off my broom by a Bludger.

It was growing darker and darker by the second and the storm above seemed to go from horrendous to torrential. The amount of times I had almost been thrown off my broom by another player was ridiculous. The rain was becoming so unbearably thick that I almost succumbed to a Bludger straight to the face. 

A flash of lightning lit up the pitch and shortly after we heard Madam Hooch’s whistle scream. I looked around in confusion to Charlotte and Malcolm before we all landed back onto the pitch.

“What’s happening?” I asked loudly as Cedric came running under a large umbrella at the edge of the pitch.

“Wood called for a time-out.” Cedric said and all of us looked slightly relieved to be out of the rain, but annoyed that we couldn’t continue playing.

“Is he scared of the lighnin’?” Tara asked as she pulled her goggles onto the top of her head. All Cedric could do was shrug and we all caught our breaths due to the intensity of the game and with the adrenaline pumping through our veins.

We all watched as the Gryffindor’s shuffled around before Madam Hooch’s whistle sounded, and like lightning, we were streaking across the sky in canary yellow.

As Cedric continued ascending through the open air, Malcolm, Heidi, and I all fell into formation to perform Parkin’s Pincer. Heidi and Malcolm body slammed Angelina Johnson between them, who had the Quaffle in a death grip. As I swerved my broom back around, I made a beeline for the three as I tried to psyche out Angelina to drop the Quaffle.

I was thirty seconds away before I would crash into Angelina. But only then did I see fear strike her face before she threw the Quaffle upwards and she dived towards the ground. I rose up and caught the Quaffle and heading straight to the Goal posts.

As we neared closer to the goals I caught sight of Oliver performing a Double Eight Loop to defend the Goal Posts. I watched as he went and noticed he flew slower in front of the left Goal Post. I raised my arm up high above my head and threw the Quaffle to the Goal ring. It went through and now I knew that the scores were finally even.

My hands were going numb and I was seriously regretting not wearing my Quidditch gloves. There was a lot more whizzing back and forth from both teams before I watched Harry sky-rocket after Cedric who disappeared behind the heavy clouds above. I was shocked for all but a moment as a Bludger snagged the end of my broom and I was then spinning out if control.

Us Chaser’s soon fell into a dance of passing the Quaffle around. Gryffindor scored twice more and Hufflepuff scored once again. It started to become colder and darker with each goal made. It was soon close to impossible to see. Even with my heightened senses and impeccable vision, the rain was too thick and the wind was too disorienting.

As I was making my way back across the Quidditch pitch, I was caught dead in my tracks as I saw a broom fall from the sky, closely followed by someone in scarlet robes. I didn’t know who it was but all I saw was Cedric reappear from the clouds holding his arm in the air. All I could look at was the falling Seeker-Harry.

He was falling too quickly and I was too far away to even attempt at catching him.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dumbledore stand up amongst the staff and raise his hands to the sky. His mouth move but the wind cancelled out any noise as Harry’s plummeting slowed at an alarming rate.

I watched as Harry slowly lied on the muddy ground. His scarlet robes were turned black as he lied there, then I watched as Madam Hooch  and Madam Pomfrey raced across the Quidditch Pitch to where Harry was.

All of us raced down to the ground as Harry was put onto a stretcher and was rushed off back to the castle.

“Do you reckon he’ll be okay?” I asked aloud and Charlotte looked over her shoulder at me.

“He didn’t really hit the ground so…” Charlotte trailed off as she rubbed the back of her neck. She then rested her Beater Bat on her shoulder as our team, except for Tara and Charlotte retreated back to the change rooms.

“We’re going to the Hospital Wing.” George said with Fred in toe.

“Is Harry already there?” Charlotte asked him and we all headed for pitch exit.

“He would be at the rate they’re going.” George answered and we all made our way back up to the castle.

The Hospital Wing was lit up by lanterns and echoed the howling wind outside. Alicia Spinnet was shaking from the cold and all of us looked as if we just jumped headfirst into a swimming pool. We were all huddled together and around the bed Harry was on as we waited for Harry to wake up.

“lucky the ground was soft.” Fred said before I elbowed him hard in the ribs. “Ow!”

“Rude!” I said to him in disbelief. As my eyes landed on Fred, I only just noticed how white he looked under the mud and his hair stuck to his forehead due to the rain.

“I thought he was dead for sure.” Tara said grimly and I shuddered at the thought of a dead body hitting the bottom of the Quidditch pitch.

“But he didn’t even break his glasses.” George said in disbelief. Then we all stilled as Harry stirred on the bed. The movement was so subtle that if you weren’t watching him, you would’ve missed it.

“That was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Charlotte voiced what we were all thinking and Harry’s eyes snapped open. He looked around wearily as he took in our faces.

“Harry!” Fred said as Harry blinked groggily. “How’re you feeling?” Fred asked. We watched as Harry stared at him for a moment, as if recalling what happened to him above the clouds.

“What happened?” Harry asked as he sat up quickly. We all gasped as he picked up his glasses and put them on.

“You fell off,” Fred said. “Must’ve been-fifty feet?” Fred said unsure of himself.

“We thought you died.” Alicia said as she shook in place. Hermoine then held back as sob as I rubbed her back next to me. She had cried the whole way back up to the castle thinking Harry was died on that pitch. Her eyes were bloodshot and her tear tracks were hidden from the water that dripped down her face from the rain.

“But the match, what happened? Are we getting a replay?” Harry asked and the whole room fell silent. Harry looked at us in concern before disbelief fell over his features. “We didn’t-lose?”

“Diggory got the Snitch.” George revealed. “Just after you fell. He didn’t realise what happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a re-match. But they won fair and square…even Wood admits it.” George explained. Even I felt guilty for Hufflepuff winning. It didn’t seem fair.

“Where’s Wood?” Harry questioned as he leaned forward on the bed.

“Still in the showers,” Fred said glumly. “We think he’s trying to drown himself.” I rolled my eyes at this and looked at Fred with a quirked eyebrow and gave him a face that said ‘really?’

We watched as Harry buried his face in his knees before Fred gripped his shoulder and, quite literally, tried to shake some sense into him.

“C’mon, Harry, you’ve never missed the Snitch before.” Fred said in an attempt to cheer Harry up.

“There had to be one time you didn’t get it.” George commented.

“It’s not over yet,” Fred started. “We lost by a hundred points , right? So, if Hufflepuff lose to Ravenclaw-“ I elbowed Fred once again but he ignored me. “And we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin..”

“Hufflepuff’ll have to lose by at least two hundred points,” George continued.

“But if they beat Ravenclaw…” Harry started sadly.

“No way, Ravenclaw are too good-“ George said.

“We only play to have fun, not to win.” Charlotte said defensively and George grimaced at her as she folded her arms over her chest.

“But if Slytherin lose to against Hufflepuff…” George continued.

“It all depends on the points-a margin of a hundred either way-“ Fred said before he cut himself off when he noticed he was basically talking to a brick wall. Harry was staring down at the blanket that covered him and not reacting to anything that was being said.

Ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey told us all to leave Harry to have some quiet time.

“We’ll come and see you later.” Fred said to Harry. “Don’t beat yourself up, Harry,” Fred said more seriously this time. “You’re still the best Seeker we’ve ever had.” With that, we all left Harry in the Hospital Wing.

The Hufflepuff common room was alive with energy. We were all celebrating our victory and our qualification to the next round of Quidditch.

There was music blasting, Butterbeer and Fire Whiskey was, quite literally, floating around the room. Cedric was being held up by the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, me included. I didn’t even realise how thunderous the common room had become as I didn’t even notice that the twins had appeared.

After letting Cedric down and back on his two feet, I went over to where the drinks were pilling up. As I was picking what my next drink was, I felt two fingers tap my shoulders. I smiled and turned around to be met with Fred and George looming over me.

“About time you boys showed up.” I said to them over the music.

“And we brought drinks and prank items!” George said enthusiastically as he held up a bag full of Gods know what. A wicked smile danced on my lips as I looked between the two twins. They reflected my smile as we retreated to a corner of the common room with a bottle of Fire Whiskey.

Fred, George, and I schemed up some new pranks as the night progressed. The music either started to sound good, or it was just the Fire Whiskey finally effecting my system. I found myself on the dance floor witch Abby and Heidi as the Weird Sisters was blasting throughout the common room.

The three of us were all singing and dancing to the beat of the music when I was knocked about from behind.

“Hey!” I turned around and was alarmed to see Charles Beecher, a Slytherin I had Herbology with. “Watch where you’re going.” Charles said before shoving me backwards. I could smell liquor on his breath, but that was no excuse.

“You’re the one that bumped into me!” I said as I pointed a clawed finger at him. Charles then turned to face me fully and took a step closer. He was a fair few inches taller than me, which would normally be intimidating, but with the Fire Whiskey and mead coursing through my veins gave me an all new kind of bravery.

“What was that?” Charles asked rhetorically. I puffed out my chest and took a step closer to him.

“You. Bumped. Into. Me.” I gritted out and Charles’ little gang of Slytherin’s flanked behind him. I recognised Thomas Jordan, August Welsh and Henry Paddington all holding onto their respective drinks and looking slightly confused as they backed Charles, most likely tipsy and deaf due to the party.

“And why would I want to even be near a filthy halfling?” Charles asked in a derogatory way. I felt my hackles raising and my canines sharpening at his slur but felt someone standing behind me.

“Says you, ye string bean, gangly, wheat-haired, tight arse.” Tara said through her slurred speech. But despite her lengthy insult, I saw from the corner of my eye that Fred was wading through the crowd towards us.

“Yeah, imagine being a pure blood and also a mudwallow.” I bit back and I saw Charles become alarmed. He thought I didn’t know his little secret about being fascinated by the muggle world, and even loving the simplicity of their lives.

“At least I’m a pure blood.” Charles said in a final tone, and before I could get my next insult in, Fred stepped between me and Charles, shouldering him backwards as he basically became nose-to nose with him.

“I wouldn’t be so proud to be a pureblood if your entire gene pool was filled with pretentious gits,” Fred jabbed and there was a deadliness in his tone as he stared down Charles. Fred significantly towered over Charles and I watched as his arrogant façade faltered for a moment. “So, I think it would be a good idea if you and your little goonies backed off.” Fred said lowly. Charles was about to have the final say before Fred cut him off.

“Now.” Fred said in a final tone. Charles looked around Fred at me with menacing eyes.

“It must be nice to your boyfriend to protect you around every corner.” Charles said.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I said and I swear I saw Fred’s shoulders slacken. “At least I don’t need the entirety of Slytherin to make myself feel powerful.” I jabbed and Charles blanched at me.

“Get. Lost.” I growled before Charles and his three goons followed him out of the Hufflepuff common room.

The common room was so loud and so full of people that no one, except for the people involved, noticed our little spat. I was breathing heavily from the adrenaline pumping though me and saw that Fred was in the same boat as me. I took a deep breath to calm myself and watched as my claws turned back into fingernails.

“You didn’t have to stick up for me,” I said to Fred softly. “I can fight my own battels, y’know.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to.” Fred said as he lifted the bottle of Fire Whiskey he was holding up to his lips. After he took a swig, he offered me the bottle and I took it gladly. “Plus, he’s a humongous prat anyways.”

We retreated over to a settee in a corner of the common room and shared the rest of the Fire Whiskey bottle. The world tipped as the last of the bottle slid down my throat. My head then rested against Fred’s shoulder heavily as I watched the room buzz with energy. He then rested his head on top of mine. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or not but I decided to intertwine our fingers.

Fred stiffened against me but eased back into relaxation as the party continued. I thought back to how Fred stood up for me. Usually, he lets me figure my own conflicts, standing back and watching as a smug smile would take over his face, but he decided to step in. It wasn’t unheard of. It was kinda hot.

My face flushed and I felt Fred shift beside me. As I looked over to him we came nose to nose. We froze for a second. Neither of us moving as we stared into each other’s eyes.

I watched as Fred’s cheeks dusted pink and his breathing quickened. I knew I appeared the same. Fred gave my hand a squeeze and that unknown emotion that I used to see flicker across his eyes was on full show for me in that moment.

Infatuation.

Fred then laid his arm on the back of the settee which made me fall into his side. A cheeky smile graced his lips and the world spun around me.

“Fred…” I trailed off, suddenly feeling quite warm and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was now tucked under Fred’s arm or because I was completely flustered.

“Azure.” Fred answered gingerly. Any thought that I had hold of disappeared. I never thought I’d love how my name rolled off his tongue, or how much I wanted his tongue to explore my-oh my Gods Azure, calm down.

“What’s happening right now?” I asked him. Fred’s head turned back to me from the full common room.

“Well George is getting absolutely schooled in arm wrestling with Tara.” Fred answered and I looked over just in time to see Tara slam George’s arm into the table and the crowd around them roared in applause and laughter. I giggled but kept myself on track.

“No,” I started. Fred then turned to me again and two lines formed between his eyebrows. “What’s going on with us?” Fred stared at me as he tried to summon the right words.

“Whatever you want this to be.” Fred said genuinely. This completely caught me off guard. What I wanted was what is happening between us to progress further than just friends.

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Last edit: 03.04.2024

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A quick 3 min per chapter Marauders Era fanfic starring Faith Solace as reader × Sirius/Remus, and Minuet McGonagall (an OC of mine hehe)

Warnings: None :>

Words: 544

Minuet's POV

It felt like forever since she last saw her sister.

At least, as a sister of course.

Minerva had gone on a solitary vacation last summer. Minuet agreed it was well deserved and promised to take care of herself while she was gone.

But what she hadn't realised was how much she'd missed Minerva until she had to treat her like a teacher for 24 hours.

"Minnie…… You know you're not supposed to be here right?" Minerva said softly.

"I know…" she squeezed her tighter. "But I have a free period and I couldn't resist the urge to……"

"Say hi?"

"Y- you're not gonna scold me?"

"I'll let it pass this time," said Minerva, stroking Minuet's head. "But I have class in a minute so you can't stay here much longer."

"Aw… Not even to rub your ears?" she tried.

"Tempting, but not this time Minuet," Minerva laughed.

"Okay."

~

"Huh, where did you go? Severus asked if we wanted to hang out," said Lily.

"Well, I got nothing better to do so… Sure!" she replied softly but with excitement.

"Yay! Ah, there he is," Lily pulled Minuet towards him.

"Severus! You remember McGonagall right?" Lily said enthusiastically.

"Wait- but I thought you said he wanted to hang out with us?" Minuet questioned. 

Lily smiled, "Of course he does."

"Hi…" Severus greeted shyly. The group picked a cosy corner in the courtyard to chill, study and chat.

"So I may have only just pieced this together but your name's McGonagall right Minuet?" Lily asked,  eyes twinkling. 

Something clicked in Severus' head too, the smile proved it.

"Uh, yes. Why?" Minuet answered.

Snape & Evans exchanged glances.

Severus spoke first, "So Professor McGonagall is your-"

"Mother?" Lily guessed.

Minuet cracked up, hard. "Nop~"

"But then, are yall family?" asked Severus.

"Mhm, she's my big sister." 

The other two went "Oooo~"

"But shh," said Minuet. "I don't want people to know qwq… especially those bullies," she muttered.

"We won't tell a soul," Lily promised.

"But," Severus started to point out shyly, "It's obvious though…."

"Oooo, but they can't confirm it!" said Lily who was so full of energy today.

Minuet and Severus were the quiet ones in the group while Lily held them all together with her cheerful and caring positivity. But strangely, Lily was only like this around them; with others, she was just as quiet.

Severus was the guy to always get bullied, in and out of class. According to Lily, he even got bullied on the train here! :(

He said he assumed later would be the same because-

Slytherin had flying class with Gryffindor.

~

"Put your hand over your broom and say 'Up!'," Madam Hooch instructed, demonstrating how to properly mount a broom.

Minuet got it within the first few tries, along with a few other Gryffindors and Slytherins.

In the middle of class, Madam Hooch received an urgent owl.

"If I see one broom in the air when I get back, you're gonna get it from me," she threatened as she left, her yellow eyes glistening in the sunlight.

Lily and Minuet were discussing Quidditch when Severus yelled, "Hey! Give that back!!"

Sirius Black, one of the bullies, had cast Wingardium Leviosa on Severus' broom.

Minuet's instincts kicked in.

"Stop. Right. There," she hissed.

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