"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚢 (𝚕𝚘𝚏𝚝)."

ℍ𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕗𝕥 - 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." 

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Harry smirked at Y/N as he sat down on the Gryffindor table Saturday morning. In just a few short hours the pair would be on the Quidditch field fighting in the first quidditch game of the season. 

"So?" Hermione asked.

"So what?" Harry said breaking from Y/N's gaze and looking at Hermione confused. 

"Bloody hell Harry, if you would stop making google eyes at Y/N," Ron started, "Hermione just asked if you were ready for the game today."

"Oh um," Harry looked down at his food, "Yeah I'm ready."

"You better be," Oliver stated harshly, "If Gryffindor loses today-"

"You'll what?" Fred chimed in.

"Drown yourself?" George added. 

"Now thats a bit overdramatic don't you think Wood?"

"If you two git's don't pull it together," Oliver snarled.

"Oliver relax," Angelina said, "We'll be fine."

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The weather was slightly chilly from a light breeze for a late September day but the skies were beautifully clear. The weather may be to chilly for the audience but perfect for quidditch.

"So ready to lose again," Harry asked running to the right of Y/N as she walked down to the quidditch pitch.

"I intend on winning," Y/N stopping her tracks to face Harry, "And you cheated last time don't think it'll happen again."

"Thats rubbish and you know it," Harry smiled looking into her eyes only inches apart.

"The only thing that is rubbish is your quidditch game," Y/N whispered into his ear. Harry's cheeks went pink as she slyly smiled at him and walked over to her team.

Harry's cheeks were still flushed when he joined the rest of his team. 

"Harry!" two voices exclaimed from behind the Gryffindor boy. 

"Got a thing for Y/N don't you?" Fred started.

"Not you guys too?" Harry exasperated. 

"Yes us too." George smiled.

"Its pretty obvious,"

"Everyone knows,"

"Brilliant. Thanks guys," Harry said sarcastically. 

The two boys smiled and whispered to each other secretly. 

"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY," a voice bellowed, "YOU PUT HAIR DYE IN MY SHAMPOO?!"

Oliver Wood had just came down to the quidditch pitch running but his hair was a bright firetruck red. 

Harry tried his best to hide his laughter at the sight of the quidditch captain.

"You have no proof Oliver," George stated seriously even though you could tell he was trying to suppress a laugh. 

"NO OTHER IDIOTS WOULD DO THIS TO ME RIGHT BEFORE A GAME," Oliver exclaimed.

"Idiots?" George asked. 

"Thats kind of harsh Ollie," Fred stated faking that he was hurt.

"We just wanted you to have team spirit," George said poking his lip out and making fake puppy dog eyes. 

"You two are absolutely insufferable," Oliver snarled, "Your lucky your bloody good beaters."

With that Oliver walked into the locker room most likely to get something to cover up his hair. 

Once Oliver was out of sight the three let out the laughter they were holding in almost crying from Olivers red hair. 

Across the quidditch pitch Y/N was preparing for the game of her life. She wanted desperately to do well on her first game and prove herself. However the sight of Harry fully out in his quidditch uniform was slightly causing her to not stay focused.

"Hey! Sinclair!" Marcus yelled snapping his fingers in front her face. 

Y/N averted her gaze to Marcus's enraged eyes. 

"Were you even listening?" He exclaimed. 

"Of course I was," Y/N lied.

"Relax Marcus," Adrian said, 

"Just make sure you two pass the Quaffle and get it in the goal posts," Marcus stated aggressively.

"Sir yes sir!" Y/N and Adrain said at the same time saluting. 

"You two are bloody stupid," Marcus said rolling his eyes.

"Bloody stupid and fantastic chasers might I add," Adrian said smirking. 

Marcus huffed away in exasperation to go and yell at Crabbe and Goyle

With a blow of Madame Hooch's whistle the game began. 

"And there off!" Lee Jordan's voice rang out in the stands. 

"Angelina has the Quaffle and she passes it to Katie Bell. I'm told the two are best friends. Are we a hundred percent sure its just that or is this a Dean and Seamus situation."

"LEE!" Professor McGonagall scolded. 

"Sorry Sorry," Lee laughed, "Now Y/N has the Quaffle and she passes it to Marcus..."

Lees commentary continued to ring out through everyones ears as he got scolded multiple times by Professor McGonagall for commenting on why Alicia Spinnet rejected him when he asked her out on a date.  

Y/N maneuvered her way past Harry with George high on her tails trying to hit her with a Bludger. She was holding the Quaffle with all her might and zoomed past Oliver and chucked the Quaffle into the goal post.

Another point but Slytherin was losing but not by much. 

However Harry was having trouble getting his head around finding the snitch. Every time he saw something his gaze would avert to Y/N's determined eyes and gorgeous Y/H/C hair moving through the fall breeze. 

Y/N keeping a complete eye on the game managed to score two more goals for Slytherin and assist Adrian and Graham in a goal as well. 

"A Timeout has been taken by Gryffindor quidditch captain Oliver Wood. Quick question for wood, I'm guessing my favorite pair of twins, no offense Padma and Parvati, had something to do with it. But why does your head look like a tampon Wood?"

"LEE JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall yelled. 

Oliver looking quite angry and dissatisfied that Gryffindor was winning but only by a 1 goal got ready to give another speech. 

"COME ON GUYS KEEP YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!" He lectured, "HARRY WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE? IS THERE NO SNITCH FOR YOU TO FIND?"

"He's whipped," Fred piped up.

"To busy looking at Y/N in her quidditch uniform," George smirked. 

Harrys eyes immediately went to his shoes.

"GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME POTTER!" Oliver ordered, "WE ARE WINNING THIS GAME, YOU CAN SNOG YOUR GIRLFRIEND LATER! LETS GO!" 

Fred and George broke out into laughter while Harry hid his embarrassed face. He was so thankful Y/N was hearing none of this.

Madame Hooch's whistle signified the time out was over and the teams headed back into flight. 

Despite Oliver's yelling Harry was still having trouble focusing. Y/N's agility on a broom, the smile she made to Adrian, to her teammates, to the crowd, when they scored a point, Harry was undeniably....distracted. 

He felt a pang of jealousy when he saw a countless amount of the boys in the stands with their eyes on her. 

Soon enough Harry saw Draco heading towards something and Harry followed. The two began pushing for the snitch as best they could until Harry got distracted by the Slytherin stands cheering.

Y/N had just made an epic score against Oliver. Y/N caught Harry's eyes and winked just as he had done the day before and the butterflies soared into his stomach.

"Am I seeing a rival romance between new Slytherin chaser and Gryffindor seeker?" Lee's voice rang out in the stands, "I'm seeing an best friend/enemies to lovers troupe. Don't you agree professor?"

Harry's eyes went to the commentary box where Lee was wearing a huge smile and Professor McGonagall head was in her hands as she had given up hope on stopping him from saying anything inappropriate.

Just seconds later the Slytherin crowd went wild. Draco had caught the snitch and Slytherin had won. 

Y/N had won. Harry immediately face palmed. He knew he was never going to hear the end of this. Y/N inevitably distracted him. If he was going to be seeker he really needed to learn how to control whatever he's feeling towards the Y/EC girl.

Y/N however couldn't be more thrilled. She flew to the ground meeting her team mates as they all celebrated. The Gryffindor's however were extremely upset. Oliver ran into the locker room's without a word to anyone however the twins were as smiley as ever. 

Harry walked over to where Y/N was talking to Miles on the quidditch pitch and lightly coughed behind her. 

She swiftly turned around to see Harry and smirked. 

"Go on you can gloat," Harry said.

Y/N paused for a moment and then smiled, "Good game Harold."

Harry looked at her quizzically and then broke into a smile. "Good game Y/N," Harry chuckled. He couldn't be upset, not for a second, with Y/N's smile around him. 

Harry turned to head back into the showers until Y'N's voice called, "So we're going to ignore the fact that you just lost that game because I winked at you?"

Harry turned around and smiled at her, "I have absolutely no idea what your talking about." 

And with that he made his way into the Gryffindor locker rooms leaving Y/N there smiling.

"Hey Y/N," a voice said pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. 

"You played really well today," a boy with brown hair a kind smile and Hufflepuff scarf had tapped Y/N on her shoulder. He couldn't be more than 16. 

"Thanks....?" Y/N asked cautiously.

"Diggory. Cedric Diggory." he introduced. 

"Cedric Diggory. The Hufflepuff Seeker?" She asked smiling. 

"Yeah umm, I just wanted to congratulate you on your first win," He started, "I remember mine and I wasn't as bloody brilliant you were."

"Thanks," Y/N smiled kindly.

"Well I'll see you around," Cedric smiled a bit awkwardly.

"Uh yeah I'll see you around," She said. 

Cedric nodded and joined his friends as they made their way back to school. Y/N smiled at the thought of winning her first quidditch game and her moment with Harry. She didn't really know why the sixth year boy had come up to her but she was glad someone was proud.

Y/N made her way back to the locker rooms to change. Wishing the feeling of this happiness could last forever.

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟑: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎