Y/N POV

Kayden looked at Cedric and cringed; she gave him a look like judging, disgusted look. "Ew, no."

"Huh? What do you mean? Sure, my glasses are almost the same as Potter's. However, I would NEVER EVER look like him." Easton stood up from his seat and argued. He slammed his hand to the table, which made a loud noise and got everyone's attention.

"Sush!" hushed Aunt Irma.

"Sorry." Easton sat down and hid himself from embarrassment from the crowd.

The others were snorted and tried to hide their laugh.

"It's not funny."

"It's a bit funny," I said and giggled.

"Whatever. I'm done with my essay anyway." Easton quickly grabbed all of his belongings and put them in his bag.

"I was just playing with you. You do not look like him. I was implying that you two have the same type of glasses, " Cedric said.

He's trying so hard not to make Easton mad at him, but if you make that boy angry, he'll be angry with you forever unless you apologise. The chances of that are 0000000.5%. You'll have to give him an offering to make him not cross with you.

Easton looked at him and left the table without saying anything to us. "You got him mad. Also, why would you even say that? That's like an insult to us." Benjamin shook his head in disappointment, and the Slytherins nodded in approval.

"But I was merely joking..."

"We know, but Easton is a bit sensitive on his looks. He is handsome, but he's sensitive on that topic." Henry stood up and patted Cedric's shoulder.

"We'll talk to him and give you two some privacy." Benjamin smiled at us.

"Good luck," Kayden says as she continues writing her essay. You know you're coming with us, right?" Henry rolls his eyes.

"No."

"Yes, now stand up." Kayden groaned. "I haven't even finished yet", she mumbled.

"I'll help you on it."

"I don't need your help. I don't want to move right now,"

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No one's pov.

"How's Quidditch, by the way? Aren't you going against the Gryffindors tomorrow?" Cedric and Y/N wandered around the castle to catch up during their break.

"Yeah, we are. I'm excited about it. Do you think we'll win?" questioned Cedric, giving Y/N a sweet smile.

She could sense her cheeks warming up. She looked away to conceal her red face. "I don't want to bet since I have friends in the Gryffindor house, and I'm sure if they find out, they'll get mad at me over it." she sighed.

He let out a small laugh and patted her head. "Don't worry about it; you can cheer for both teams. It doesn't have to be one team," stated Cedric.

The next day was worse. The storm's noise was even louder in the common room, even if the Slytherins were in the dungeon. The storm was still audible. Quidditch matches weren't called off for trifles like thunderstorms.

When the five Slytherins went outside to the quidditch field, it was considerably more than a bit of rain. The popularity of Quidditch was such that the whole school turned out to watch the match as usual, but they ran down the lawns toward the Quidditch field, heads bowed against the ferocious wind, umbrellas being whipped out of their hands as they went.

Just before Harry entered the locker room, Harry saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle laughing and pointing at him from under an enormous umbrella on their way to the stadium.

"The weather is nasty today; why can't they postpone the match?" Benjamin said as he clutched his umbrella, trying not to get wet.

"They're going to fly like fairies in the rain, " Kayden says as she lets the rain pour on her.

The wind was so strong that the team members staggered sideways as they walked out onto the field. If the crowd was cheering, they couldn't hear it over the fresh rolls of thunder.

"I don't like the rain..." The rain was splattering over Easton's glasses.

"The Hufflepuffs are here!"

The Hufflepuffs were approaching from opposite the field, wearing canary-yellow robes. The Captains walked up to each other and shook hands; Diggory smiled at Wood, but Wood, no, looked as though he had

lockjaw and merely nodded.

"Mount Your brooms" Harry pulled his right foot out of the mud with a

squelch and swung it over his Nimbus Two Thousand. Madam Hooch put her whistle to her lips and gave it a shrill and distant blast. They were off. Harry rose fast, but his Nimbus was swerving slightly with the wind. He held it as steady as he could and turned, squinting into the rain.

"I don't think this will end well," said Y/N.

Harry rose fast, but his Nimbus was swerving slightly with the wind. He

held it as steady as he could and turned, squinting into the rain. Harry was frozen and soaked to his skin within five minutes, unable to see his teammates, let alone the tiny snitch. He flew backwards and forward across the field past blurred red and yellow shapes, with no idea what was happening in the rest of the game. He couldn't hear the commentary over the wind.

The crowd was hidden beneath a sea of cloaks and battered umbrellas. Twice, Harry came very close to being unseated by a Bludger; the rain on his glasses so clouded his vision he hadn't seen them coming.

He lost track of time. It was getting harder and harder to hold his

broom straight. The sky was getting darker, as though night had decided

to come early. Twice, Harry nearly hit another player without knowing

whether it was a teammate or an opponent, everyone was now so wet, and the rain was so thick he could hardly tell them apart...

With the first flash of lightning came the sound of Madam Hooch's

whistle; Harry could see the outline of Wood through the thick rain, gesturing him to the ground. The whole team splashed down into the

mud.

"I called for time-out!" Wood roared at his team. "Come on, under here.--"

They huddled at the edge of the field under a large umbrella; Harry took

off his glasses and wiped them hurriedly on his robes.

"What's the score?"

"We're fifty points up," said Wood, "but unless we get the snitch soon,

we'll be playing into the night."

"I've got no chance with these on," Harry said exasperatedly, waving his

glasses. At that moment, Hermione appeared at his shoulder, holding her cloak over her head and inexplicably beaming.

"I've had an idea, Harry! Give me your glasses, quick!"

"Is that Granger in the field?" asked Henry.

"Huh?"

He handed them to her, and as the team watched in amazement, Hermione tapped them with her wand and said, "Impervious!"

"There!" she said, handing them back to Harry. "They'll repel water!"

"Brilliant!" he called hoarsely after her as she disappeared into the crowd. "Okay, team, let's go for it!"

"What the heck is she doing there?" stated Y/N.

Hermione's spell had done the trick. Harry was still numb, cold, and wetter than ever, but he could see. Full of fresh determination, he urged his broom through the turbulent air, staring in every direction for the snitch, avoiding a Bludger, ducking beneath Diggory, who was streaking in the opposite direction...

After the game resumes, all team members are back on the air. The game continues while it is raining; however, after a couple of minutes.

Y/N saw Harry falling from the sky.

"Blimey! Harry is falling from the sky!" said Easton.

"Aresto Momentum!" screams Dumbledore.

Harry stopped in midair and slowly fell to the ground; the Weasley twins immediately took him to the hospital wing.

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"Looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" says Ron.

"Peaky? What do you expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet." said Fred.

"Yeah, come on, Ron. We'll walk you off the Astronomy Tower and see how you come out looking," said George.

Harry's eyes snapped open. He was lying in the hospital wing. The Gryffindor Quidditch team, spattered with mud from head to foot, was gathered around his bed. Ron, Hermione and Y/N were also there, looking like they'd just climbed out of a swimming pool. Behind everyone were four Slytherins.

"Harry!" said Fred, who seemed highly white underneath the mud.

"How're you feeling?"

"What happened?" he said, sitting up so suddenly they all gasped.

"You fell off," said Fred. "Must've been, what, fifty feet?"

"We thought you'd died," said Alicia, who was shaking.

Hermione made a slight squeaky noise. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot.

"But the match," said Harry. "What happened? Are we doing a replay?"

No one said anything. The horrible truth sank into Harry like a stone until Y/N spoke; she moved towards him and held his hand.

"About that, Harry... no one is blaming you. When Cedric got the snitch, he didn't realise what had happened just after you fell. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. And wanted a rematch. But they won fair and square... even Oliver admits it."

"Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realising he wasn't there.

"Still in the showers," said Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself."

Harry put his face to his knees, his hands gripping his hair. Benjamin grabbed his shoulder and shook it roughly. "The world is not ending just because you didn't catch the snitch."

"For Wood, it does, poor man, trying to drown himself. I heard him crying loudly." Kayden whispered and chortled but got smacked in the head by Henry.