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Harry's P.O.V. 

It seemed as though Hermione and Ron's friendship was forever over. They were both so angry with each other that he and Y/N didn't think they'd ever make up. 

Y/N was mad at Ron too. Since they were already like siblings, they just got pettier. She had expressed to Harry and Hermione: 

"What did that prat think would've happened?!" she said angrily one day, sitting with Harry and Hermione while Ron had detention with Flitwick for...god knows what. "Crooshanks is a cat! There are other cats in this godforsaken castle - why doesn't that fuckwad hate them?" 

Ron was absolutely outraged that Hermione wasn't taking him or Scabbers seriously. Hermione was fed up, pointing out that the ginger hair could have been there since Christmas. 

When Harry pointed out that it was likely that Crookshanks ate Scabbers, the two girls stopped talking to him, too. 

"Okay, side with Ron! I knew you would," Hermione said shrilly, getting up from her seat. "Just - leave us alone, Harry. We've got tons of work to do!" She grabbed Y/N's hand and dragged her to the staircase to the girls dorm. 

Harry's eyes found Y/N's. She mouthed an, "I'm sorry," and left with Hermione. 

Though he was near the fire, it felt colder with her gone. 

Harry went and joined Fred and George, who were huddled in a corner and Ginny who was sitting in the armchair near them. The first thing they asked was, "Where's Y/N? Have you upset her?" 

"Wasn't me," Harry mumbled. 

Just then, Ron entered through the portrait hole and scanned the room, probably looking to see if Y/N and Hermione were there. When he deemed it clear, he came and plopped down beside Harry and the twins, sporting a gloomy expression. 

"Come on, Ron," Fred said bracingly. "You were always saying how old Scabbers was! Plus, he's been off colour for ages. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly - didn't feel a thing." 

"Fred!" Ginny said indignantly. "You can't just say that!"

"All he did was eat and sleep and shit," George reasoned, causing Harry to snort a laugh. 

"He bit Goyle for us once," Ron said miserably. "Remember, Harry?" 

"Yeah," said Harry. "That's fair." 

"Let that be his finest moment, a memoir of his heroic life," Fred said, trying to keep a straight face. 

Harry laughed, "Come on, Ron. Get your arse to Hogsmeade and buy yourself a new rat." 

Ron just sighed gloomily. It was rather depressing to Harry, so in a last-ditch effort to cheer Ron up, Harry offered to let him ride his Firebolt after today's Quidditch practice, which was in twenty minutes. 

"Really, Harry?" Ron said excitedly, momentarily forgetting about Scabbers. 

"Mhm," Harry said. 

The two went to their dorm so Harry could change and Ron could get his coat. Then, they exited the common room and went to the Quidditch pitch. 

Harry was extremely surprised to find Y/N and Hermione in the stands, near Madam Hooch, watching his practice. Ron, obviously, sat away from them. 

Before practice, Oliver Wood pulled Harry aside while the others set up. He said, "Okay - we're playing Ravenclaw. Their Seeker, Cho Chang, is good...but..." 

"But...?" Harry asked. 

"But you have a Firebolt, she has a Comet-Two-Sixty. We've got this in the bag," Wood said, but he still looked extremely stressed. 

"Hell yeah we do," Harry said. Oliver gave him a pat on the back and the two joined the rest of the team. 

The players kicked off from the ground,  prepared to listen to Oliver Wood bark orders for the next hour. 

✦

When practice was over, Ron jumped the stand barrier and ran over to Harry. "Can I have a go, now?" he asked excitedly. 

Harry laughed, "All yours," he said, handing the Firebolt to Ron. 

His best friend laughed in glee, mounted the broom and kicked off from the ground. Madam Hooch was asleep now and the sky was darkening fast. 

Turning to the stands, Harry saw Hermione say something to Y/N. The h/c nodded. Then, Hermione got up and trudged through the cold, back to the castle. 

Harry waited patiently as Y/N walked over to him and greeted, "Hey, Scarface." 

He raised a brow, "I thought we weren't on speaking terms?" he asked. 

Y/N shook her head. "No, Hermione and Ron aren't on speaking terms. We are free agents," she said. 

Harry was honestly really nervous to be around her after that night...where Remus saw them...but he couldn't help himself. He grabbed Y/N's hand and they began to walk around the pitch, waiting for Ron to finish. 

"So...what're you doing later?" Harry asked, immediately hating himself for sounding awkward. 

"Hanging out with Fred, George and Elijah," Y/N responded. "Fred and George want to get their mind off the game tomorrow," she explained. 

"Right..." Harry said. He didn't know why, but she was really distracting.

"What about you?" Y/N asked, beginning to swing their arms. 

With a small laugh, Harry said, "Stressing about the game - Oliver's comments don't help much." 

Y/N scoffed playfully, "I can hex him if you want," she said. 

"You'd get detention," Harry replied, trying to keep a serious face on. Being around Y/N was just too much fun. 

"I don't care," she joked. Then, she looked at his wrist closer. "Potter! You practiced with your bracelet on?" 

Harry looked down at his hands. Clasped around his wrist was a silver banded bracelet with little lightning bolts engraved on the sides. It was the bracelet that Y/N had got him for Christmas - he hadn't taken it off since. 

"Maybe I did," he said. "But you haven't taken yours off either!" He gestured to Y/N's wrist, where the bracelet he got her sat. It was also silver, but more delicate. Engraved on this bracelet was "Harry and Y/N." 

He really hoped that Y/N assumed it was in the friend way, but Harry didn't even know if he meant it in the friend way. 

"Well...I like it," she mumbled. "But what if yours breaks?" 

"Unbreaking charm," he said cheekily. 

Y/N gasped mockingly, "You know how to perform an unbreaking charm?" 

"Yes?!" Harry said. "Why is that so surprising?" 

With a hum, Y/N said, "Umm...it's not...!" unconvincingly. 

"You're annoying, Y/N." 

"Tell me something I don't know," she said. 

Then, something tapped Harry on the shoulder and he turned around, startled. It was just Ron, though. "You ready to head back?" Ron asked, not even glancing at Y/N. 

"Yeah," Harry said. He winced a little when Y/N tightened her grip on his hand, her jaw clenched, glaring at Ron. 

The whole walk back, Harry was extremely conscious of Ron's gaze on his and Y/N's interlocked hands. When Y/N gripped tighter, hardening her glare at Ron, Harry began to rub soft circles with his thumb. 

They were halfway to the castle when Harry glanced to his left - and saw a glowing pair of yellow eyes. 

Harry stopped dead, his heart banging in his ribs. 

"What is it?" Y/N asked curiously. 

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Ron said. 

Harry pointed into the darkness. Ron and Y/N pulled out their wands and said, "Lumos!" 

A beam of light fell against the grass, illuminating the roots of a tree and...Crookshanks. 

While Harry felt immense relief, Ron roared, "Get out of it, you filthy cat!" He picked up a stone from the ground, but before he could throw it, Y/N blasted it out his hand with her wand. 

"Leave it, Weasley!" she said harshly. 

Crookshanks ran, his ginger tail swishing through the bushes. 

"See?" Ron spat. "Hermione's letting him wander anywhere he wants. Probably washing Scabbers down with a couple of birds, now!" 

"Do you ever shut up?" Y/N demanded. "He is a cat! It's in his nature." 

They bickered angrily all the way back to the castle, but Harry kept silent. 

Harry let out a sigh of relief. For a panicked moment, he had though those glimmering yellow eyes had belonged to the Grim. He didn't say anything to Ron or Y/N, and didn't look left or right until they reached the Entrance Hall. 

✦

Y/N's P.O.V. 

She, Harry and Ron arrived at the castle. Y/N immediately left, saying bye to Harry and not even acknowledging Ron. 

Y/N was too mad at Ron to think straight. 

There were better Weasleys anyway. These Weasleys were sitting in the common room with their Slytherin friend. 

"Hey, idiots and Ellie," Y/N greeted as she walked towards them. 

"Hello, sister dearest," Fred and George greeted. 

Elijah smirked at her as she sat down, "Hey, you pretty rascal. What've you been up to?" 

Pretty rascal...

No. 

She shrugged in her seat, "Watched Harry's practice, got mad at Ron, the usual," Y/N said casually. 

"Hey!" Fred said, affronted. "It was our practice too!" He gestured between himself and George. 

George said, "She doesn't care about us anymore, Freddie," with a sigh. Elijah chuckled. 

"Shut up, you're annoying," Y/N groaned. "Anyway, what're we doing" 

The three grinned devilishly. What had she gotten herself into? "Well...we were thinking of going down to Hufflepuff common room," Elijah started. 

"And..." Fred said. 

"And...?" Y/N asked. 

"Pranking Cedric," George finished with an evil smile

Y/N turned her head, looking from Fred to Elijah to George. "I'm in," she said, smirking. "When do we start?" she asked, getting up from her armchair. The others followed suit. 

"We have all the materials...I got them while the others had practice," Elijah said, holding up a canvas bag. 

"So...now?" Y/N asked. 

"Now," replied her problems. 

✦

They snuck past the entrance to the kitchen and found a stack of barrels. Fred knocked a rhythm onto the topmost barrel. Sliding aside, a door was revealed. "Got it," he whispered.

About ten minutes earlier, Y/N had stole some Hufflepuff ties and robes from the laundry room. They had hurriedly put them on and snuck down to Hufflepuff common room. 

Elijah was carrying a purple box with little hearts on it - the prank. 

Before the other three could get inside, Y/N whispered, "Wait!" 

When they turned to her with puzzled expressions. Y/N pulled out her wand and waved it at each of them in turn. 

Elijah's blond hair turned black and his eyes were now a dull green. They weren't as pretty as Harry's - never mind. 

Fred was blond and blue-eyed, George had sandy hair and brown eyes. 

Y/N turned her own appearance to look a little bit like a Weasley. She made her hair red, but kept her e/c eyes. 

Proud of herself, she said, "Let's go," and they all piled into the common room. 

It was a warm room, with plants everywhere and blankets on every couch. Hufflepuffs lounged around, talking and laughing. The lamplight was a cozy colour, lighting the yellow and black wall hangings in a hazy glow. 

Cedric was sat near the fireplace, chatting with his friends - a short, dark haired girl, a sandy haired boy and - Ernie Macmillan? But he was in Y/N's year! Maybe Hufflepuff's were friends with people from all years. 

"Hey - Diggory!" Elijah said. Cedric turned to face them, pausing his conversation. 

"Ernie, Liana, Mathew - give me a sec," Cedric said, getting up and walking over to Y/N's group. "Do I know you guys...?" he asked. 

Y/N stalled, "Er...no, but..." she trailed of cheekily. When he raised a brow, obviously intrigued, she continued, "A secret admirer told us to leave this in you room." Y/N gestured to the box in Elijah's hands. "Where's your room?" 

"Why can't you give it to me here?" Cedric asked, eyeing her suspiciously. 

"Because, there's too many people here. Plus, we're not allowed to see what it is," she said simply. 

Cedric nodded, though he still looked cautious. "Alright...Boy's Door, down five flights of stairs. That's my room - along with Mathew and some others." 

"Alright - you won't regret it, Diggory," Fred said. Y/N had to bite back a grin at his lie. 

He was going to regret it. 

The four of the walked the way he told them to, suppressing giggles all the way. They walked down the corridor and entered his room. 

The room looked similar to the Gryffindor dorms, but the beds weren't four-poster. Yellow and black bedsheets draped the beds. Y/N had previously assumed that the combination might've been tacky, but it wasn't. 

"Do we just put it on his bed and leave?" Y/N said to her friend. 

"Basically," George shrugged. "Elijah, put the box on his bed." 

Elijah scoffed, "And how do I tell which one his bed is?" 

"You dimwit," Y/N said, pointing at a bed. "This one has pictures of his parents and a banner saying 'Diggory.' How dumb are you?" 

Putting a hand to his heart, Elijah replied, "Okay - that was mean. How was I supposed to know that meant Cedric Diggory. Also, how do you know what his parents look like?" 

"Family friends," she said. "Now put the box down, Ellie." 

"Fine," he grumbled. "Why'd you have to make me look like Potter?" 

Dodging the question, feeling her face heat up a little, Y/N repeated, "Put the box down." 

He did as she said, then Y/N turned to Fred and George who were watching them as though they were a mildly interesting television program. She didn't know what a television program was, but Harry talked about them from time to time. 

Fred shuffled through Cedric's beside drawer, took out a square of parchment and handed it to Y/N. "Write a love note," he told her. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Write a love note - makes it more believable," Elijah said, handing her a pot of ink and a quill from some other kid's bedside. "Don't write in your usual handwriting."

"Fine." 

Y/N dipped the quill into the inkpot and began to write, adopting a writing style different from her own. 

"To: Cedric Diggory," 

"Er...what do I write?" she asked her friends. 

"Anything! Just get to it," George exclaimed, checking his watch. "Curfew is soon, we gotta get back." 

With an eyeroll, Y/N said, "When have you ever cared about curfew-" 

"Just write!" 

"I've been admiring you for a while now, the way your grey eyes gleam and your hair falls across your face. It gives me...butterflies, to say the least." 

"Ha-ha," Elijah said, peering over her shoulder. "Wonderful joke. Butterflies? It's like you're giving away the prank!" 

"The prank isn't butterflies," Y/N pointed out. "Well - it is, but they're going to turn into projectile vomiting rats, so it cancels out." 

She continued, 

"You're kind, loyal and undoubtedly handsome. I've left you a gift that I hope you love. If you do, leave a note under the wand of the statue of Selene in the Moonlight.

Love, 

Your secret admirer." 

Y/N placed the note on top of the 'gift,' and stepped back. "Perfect," she said. "I don't think Selene is getting a note anytime soon," she joked. 

"Alright!" George said, clapping his hands. "Let's get out of here." His opened the door and they filed out. 

Walking back into the main area, Cedric was again sitting with his friends. Y/N very badly wanted to go annoy him, but then their prank would be given away. Instead, the four of them exited Hufflepuff common room. 

When they were a good distance, they burst out laughing. "First person he'll yell at is you, Y/N," George said, wiping tears away.

"Yeah, I'm expecting a howler," she said with a grin. "Now, stand still." 

Again, Y/N pulled out her wand and changed their appearances back to normal. 

"Thank Merlin," Elijah said. "I don't know I could stand looking like Potter for another minute." 

"What do you have against him?" Y/N asked, slightly annoyed. What was his problem? Harry was attractive. Not to her, just...conventionally. Yes. 

"He's way too close to you, Y/N," George said. 

"He's my friend!" 

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"Hey, Potter," Y/N said, walking into the Gryffindor common room with Fred and George. They left her, heading to their dorm and she went to sit beside Harry. "Where's Hermione? and Ron?" 

He shook his head, "They went to bed - Hermione wanted to wait for you but she was really tired. It's like eleven, where have you been?" 

She blinked at him. "With Fred, George and Elijah...?" 

"Ohhh," said Harry. "What were you doing?" he asked.

"Just pranking Ced," she replied. "He's gonna be so mad at me tomorrow. Save me when the howler comes," Y/N joked. 

"Right..." Harry said. He gestured to the empty common room, "Anyway, I was just waiting for you to get back safe." 

Y/N felt her heart warm. Though awkward, he was adorable. "What a gentleman," she teased. She got up from her armchair, pulled Harry out of his seat and dragged him to the couch. 

"What are you doing?" Harry said, jokingly exasperated. 

"Okay, rude," Y/N said. "Remember that night we fell asleep here?" 

"How can I not remember that night! Fred and George almost killed me when I woke up!" Harry said, sitting down on the couch. 

That puzzled Y/N. "They did?" 

"Er, yeah. They didn't appreciate me having my arms wrapped around their little sister," grumbled Harry, but he smirked at her after. "I don't mind getting yelled at again..." 

"Shove off, Potter," Y/N said, absolutely red now. But she settled down on the couch and opened her arms in invitation anyway. 

With zero hesitation, Harry cuddled up to her. "Eager now, are we?" Y/N said with a sly grin.

"Shove off, Sterling," Harry mumbled, squeezing her midriff. 

She was sure that he was remembering the night after he found out what Sirius Black did - because Y/N sure was. 

"You're gonna do amazing tomorrow," she said softly, brushing hair out of his face.

"You seem confident about that...I'm not so sure...what if the Dementors come back?" Harry asked worriedly. 

Y/N shrugged, which, apparently, disturbed Harry's comfort, for he groaned. "I will personally destroy them. My Lioness will kill them," she said. 

"Comforting..." Harry said tiredly.

They chatted for a little bit, mostly predictions about the match tomorrow. 

"I think you're going to get the Snitch when we're seventy points up," said Y/N, bringing a hand up to play with his hair. 

"Speaking of Quidditch..." Harry said, trailing off. 

"Hmm?" Y/N said, indicating for him to go on. 

He paused, then said, "Remember last Quidditch match...more specifically, the morning of the last match?" with a smirk. 

Y/N could feel her face heat up. Harry looked up at her, waiting for a reply. "Yes..." she whispered. It was when Harry had insisted she wear his black hoodie...just so he could see her in it. 

"Wear the hoodie again tomorrow," Harry told her, softly but firmly.

"And why should I do that? How do you even know I still have the hoodie?" Y/N asked, stalling. He wanted her to wear his hoodie. He was asking her to wear his hoodie. 

"You'd do it 'cause you love me, for one," Harry said with a grin. "And I know you have it because you wore it last week." 

Y/N gasped, "I did not!"

"You did too! It's literally sitting on your bed right now." 

"How do you even know that?" Y/N demanded, still trying to dodge answering, looking down at Harry. 

He smiled innocently, "You told me," said Harry. "Anyway, wear it." 

"No!" 

"Yes!" 

"No!" 

"Pleassee, as a good luck charm?" Harry pleaded, giving her puppy dog eyes. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and mockingly frowned, "Last time I wore it, you lost your game," she said.

"That's because of the Dementors," the boy in her arms pointed out. "I think this time I'll win...if you wear my hoodie." 

"Fine, Scarface," she grumbled. 

Y/N wasn't mad about it, not even in the slightest. She didn't know what she felt in the moment, but hopefully she'd find out soon because damn, Harry Potter was driving her insane. 

"Good," Harry said triumphantly. "Can't wait to see it." 

His voice sounded really tired, his eyes were drooping and soon enough, he was asleep with his head on her chest. 

"You idiot," Y/N whispered affectionately. "Sleep well, Potter." 

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Harry's P.O.V. 

Harry woke up in his dorm, not where he went to sleep - well, at least where he thought he went to sleep. 

Had he not fallen asleep in the common room, in Y/N's arms? Or was that a dream? Was he that delirious? 

A little disappointed, he swung his legs off his bed and got dressed for his match, hoping Y/N would be in the common room when he went downstairs. 

After pulling on his quidditch jumper, Harry quickly ran down the stairs - he'd get his broom later. 

Harry was extremely relieved to hear a, "Good morning, Scarface," the moment he entered the common room. When he looked around, he saw that Y/N was fixing some of the blankets on a couch. 

"G'morning," he replied, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes tiredly. 

When he opened his eyes again, Harry noticed that Y/N was wearing his sweater - and she looked good. It fit her well, but there was something about seeing her in something that belonged to him...

"Sleep well?" she asked casually, fluffing up one final pillow and avoiding his gaze. 

"Mhmmm..." he said. "Did...didn't we fall asleep here?" 

Y/N still wasn't looking at him, but she said, "Yep." 

Thank Merlin - he wasn't imagining it. 

"So...why'd I wake up in my dorm?" Harry said, sitting down in an armchair. 

"Well..." Y/N began. "Fred and George didn't exactly appreciate you in my arms," she said simply. "I Wingardium Leviosa-ed you to your bed." 

Harry let out a snort of laughter, "Are you serious?" 

"Yeah," she said with a smile. "That was like, twenty minutes ago. I'm surprised you're up so early. You were exhausted yesterday." 

"Let's just say...I had a really comfortable pillow last night," Harry said, sending Y/N a smirk, at which she rolled her eyes. 

"Don't get cocky now, Potter," Y/N said. "Won't bode well for the match." 

"I thought you liked confident guys," Harry teased, sticking out his tongue. 

Y/N laughed, "And that's my cue to go wake Hermione up. Go back to your dorm, Scarface," she said, climbing the staircase to the girls dorm and disappearing from Harry's sight. 

✦

Harry went down to breakfast with the rest of the boys in his dormitory, who were swarming him as though the Firebolt needed some sort of personal guard. 

When they entered the Great Hall, there was a great deal of muttering and pointing. Harry was extremely satisfied when he turned to the Slytherin table and saw the whole Quidditch team looking thunderstruck. 

"Did you see his face?" Ron said gleefully. "Malfoy can't believe it!" 

Oliver Wood was basically basking in the glory of the Firebolt. 

"Put it here, Harry," he said, pointing to the middle of the table. 

"Oliver, you sound like you're about to propose," Y/N joked, coming over to them with Hermione in tow. 

"Oh, shush, Y/N," Oliver said, waving her off, but smiling nonetheless. 

Students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were coming over to look at the broom. Cedric Diggory strode over and congratulated Harry on acquiring such a magnificent replacement for his Nimbus 2001. 

Then, the Hufflepuff turned to Y/N. 

"Y/N Sterling!" Cedric said furiously. 

Y/N turned to him, unflinching. "Yes?" she asked. Harry didn't know how she wasn't scared out of her wits. 

"Do you have anything to say about the vomiting rats?" Cedric asked angrily, glaring at her. 

"No!" Y/N said cheerily, then turned to Hermione and struck up conversation. 

Cedric looked at Harry and said, "How do you even put up with her? Like, she's amazing and everything..." 

Harry shook his head with a laugh, "I don't even know sometimes," he said, but gazed affectionately at Y/N. 

When Cedric walked away, Oliver Wood whispered to Harry, "Head in the game, Potter." 

"Yeah, yeah..." he muttered. 

"Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?" a voice drawled behind Harry. Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look at the broom, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind him. 

"Yeah, reckon so," Harry said casually. 

"Got plenty of special features - doesn't it?" Malfoy said, his eyes glinting maliciously. "Shame it doesn't come with a parachute, in case you get too near a Dementor," he sneered. 

Crabbe and Goyle snickered, Harry saw Y/N's fists clench out of the corner of his eye. He could handle this, though.

"Pity you can't attach extra arms to yours, Malfoy," said Harry. "Then it could catch the Snitch for you."

The whole Gryffindor team, Ron, Y/N and Hermione laughed loudly. Malfoy scowled and stalked back to the Slytherin table and huddled with his team. They were no doubt asking if Harry really had a Firebolt. 

At quarter to eleven, the Gryffindor team marched to the changing rooms. After the dressed in their scarlet robes, Oliver didn't even try for a big pep talk. "You know what we've got to do," Wood said. "If we lose this match, we're out of the running. Just - just fly like you did in practice yesterday and we'll be okay." 

They walked onto the pitch with tumulus applause from onlookers. Harry could hear Y/N screaming all the way from the stands, standing beside Lee Jordan - a friend of Fred and George. 

The Ravenclaw players were already standing in the middle of pitch, dressed in royal blue. Their Seeker, Cho Chang, was the only girl on the team and was about a head shorter than Harry. He couldn't help but notice, nervous as he was, that she was extremely pretty. 

Not as pretty as Y/N, though. 

When the teams lined up, she smiled at him and Harry felt a jolt in his stomach. He was pretty sure it wasn't nerves. 

Snap out of it, Harry. 

"Wood, Davies, shake hands," Madam Hooch said briskly. Wood did as he was told and shook hands with the Ravenclaw captain. 

"Mount your brooms...on my whistle...three-two-one-" 

Harry kicked off from the ground, his Firebolt zooming faster and higher than any other broom. All the while, he was listening to Lee Jordan's commentary.

"They're off - and the big excitement of this match is Harry Potter's Firebolt. According to Which Broomstick, the Firebolt is going to be the broom of choice for this year's World Cup-"

"Jordan, stop fangirling," Y/N said, the microphone picking up her voice. 

"The aerodynamics and wood are-" 

"Mister Jordan, would you mind commentating on the match?" Professor McGonagall interrupted. 

"Right you are, Professor! I was just giving a bit of background information...incidentally, the Firebolt has a built-in auto brake-" 

"JORDAN!" 

"Right..." Lee said glumly. "Katie Bell with the Quaffle...Gryffindor in posession..." 

Harry streaked past Katie in the opposite direction, searching for even the slightest glint of gold in the air. Cho Chang was tailing him closely and she was undoubtedly a very good flier. 

"Show her your acceleration, Harry!" Fred shouted, flying past him and hitting a Bludger away from Alicia Spinnet. 

Harry urged his Firebolt forward as Cho fell behind. He rounded the Ravenclaw goalposts just in time to watch Katie Bell score a goal. 

"YES KATIE!" Y/N cheered into the microphone. 

The Gryffindor's went wild - then Harry saw it. The Snitch was near the ground, fluttering close to one of the barriers. 

He dived. Cho saw what he was doing and hastened to follow. Harry sped up, excitement rushing through his veins; dives were his specialty. He was ten feet away-

A Bludger, hit by one of the Ravenclaw beaters, shot his way and Harry was forced to veer off course. In those crucial seconds, the Snitch had vanished and there were groans of disappointment from the Gryffindor supporters. 

"Gryffindor leads by eighty points to zero! Look at that Firebolt go - Chang's Comet was never a match, really. I mean, the balance-" 

"JORDAN ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!" 

Ravenclaw was catching up, having scored thirty points. It was thirty to eighty...so if Cho caught the Snitch before Harry, Ravenclaw would win. Harry couldn't have that, especially not when Y/N was wearing a good luck charm. 

Searching wildly, Harry found the Snitch again, circling the Gryffindor goalpost...

He accelerated, but midway, a broom obstructed his path, mounted by Cho Chang. 

"HARRY THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid a collision. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!" 

Harry flew upwards, but caught Cho's eye - she was grinning at him. Then, she started following him. So, she had marked him down instead of going for the Snitch herself. If she wanted to tail Harry, she would have to face the consequences... 

He dove once more, streaking downwards. Cho followed, but last second, Harry changed his course and shot upwards through the air. For the third time, he saw the Snitch, glittering gold above the Ravenclaw end. 

The Firebolt zoomed towards the other end of the pitch and Cho, though many feet below, copied. He was winning, he was gaining on the Snitch - 

"Oh!" Cho exclaimed behind him, pointing. 

Distracted, Harry looked down to see three Dementors, three tall, black hooded Dementors were looking up at him. 

He didn't even stop to think. Plunging a hand into his robe pocket, Harry whipped out his wand and yelled, "Expecto Patronum!" 

Something silvery had erupted from the end of his wand, but Harry didn't give it a second glance. His mind still miraculously clear, he looked ahead - he was so close. In one swift motion, Harry's hand closed around the fluttering, struggling Snitch. 

Madam Hooch's whistle sounded. Harry was lightheaded from happiness. He caught the Snitch - maybe the goodluck charm worked. 

Next moment, Harry saw six scarlet blurs shooting towards him. The whole Gryffindor team flew to the ground and piled into a hug. 

"That's my boy!" Oliver Wood exclaimed through tears. 

Alicia, Katie and Angelina had each kissed him. 

A gaggle of Gryffindor supporters were crowding onto the pitch, Ron and Y/N in the lead. Before Harry knew it, he had been engulfed by the cheering crowd. 

"Yes!" Ron cheered, taking Harry's arm and pulling it into the air. 

After many people had congratulated him, (Hagrid, Seamus, others,) Professor Lupin came up to Harry. "That was quite some Patronus," he said, eyes shining. 

"The Dementors didn't affect me at all!" Harry said excitedly. 

"That's because they weren't...Dementors..." 

Lying in a crumpled heap on the ground was Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Beside them was a bundle of black robes and a very angry Professor McGonagall.

"And unworthy trick! Dressing up as Dementors to interfere with the Gryffindor Seeker! Fifty points from each of you and detention!" she was yelling. 

Harry laughed, then finally, the person he was waiting for came to congratulate him. 

"HARRY!" Y/N shouted, running towards him. 

She threw her arms around him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. It was driving him insane. Harry put his arms around her waist, hugging back. 

"I knew you would win," she said. 

"I think it's because of my good luck charm," Harry replied with a grin. Y/N pulled back a little to frown at him, then she smiled. 

"You dork." 

Harry had an idea. Plucking up every ounce of courage he had, which seemed a little dramatic for the situation, he asked, "Do I get a reward?" 

Y/N raised her brows, "And what would this reward be?"

He gave a casual shrug, trying not to give away how fast his heart was racing. "A kiss," he said. When her eyes widened, Harry realized that may have been a bit bold. He didn't know what possessed him to say that. "On the cheek," he said quickly. 

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, then laughed. "Win the Quidditch Cup, then we'll see, Potter," Y/N said. 

Good enough for him. 

Even a chance would be good enough for Harry. 

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Y/N's P.O.V. 

The Gryffindor celebration party went on until the late hours of the night. It finally ended at around midnight, after Hermione had stormed upstairs in tears, Y/N following, because Ron had upset her. 

Hermione was curled up on her bed in tears. Y/N went and sat down beside her, hugging her friend gently. 

"Herms...Herms, he's just being a git," Y/N said softly. 

"But Trouble, can't he ever take a break?" Hermione wailed. 

"He's just mad because he thinks his rat died, which makes no sense because it lived ten years longer than it was supposed to," Y/N said. "It'll get better." 

Hermione sniffed, "But how do I forgive him for it? He's being horrible!" 

"You don't have to forgive him immediately, but we're going to have to resolve this," said Y/N. "And you need to sleep, you're exhausted," she added, firmly. 

"Maybe you're right..." Hermione mumbled, cuddling up in her blankets. "Classes are really...tiring..." And she had dozed off. 

Y/N sat against Hermione's headboard and closed her eyes. She wanted to be close, in case Hermione needed anything during the night. 

She began to drift off to sleep when...

"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO!" 

Y/N's eyes shot open - even Hermione woke up. They looked at each other, then bolted out of bed and down to the common room, trying to find the source of the noise. 

At the bottom of the stairs, they saw Harry, Ron, the other boys from their dorm and the Weasley twins in the common room. It was lit by the embers of the slowly dying fire - there was debris everywhere from the party. 

"Who shouted?" Y/N called into the dark. 

"What's happening?" Fred said. 

"Are we carrying on with the party?" George asked cheerily, clapping his hands. "Good!" 

"Everyone back upstairs!" Percy Weasley said, hurrying into the common room, pining his Head Boy badge to the front of his pajamas. 

"Perce!" Ron said, panicked. "Perce - Sirius Black, in our dormitory, with a knife!" 

Hermione grabbed Y/N's hand suddenly. Y/N gasped, her breath getting caught in her throat. The common room went very silent, which gave Y/N space to overthink. Sirius Black...with a knife...near her friends. 

Fuck.

"Nonsense!" Percy said. "You had too much to eat, Ron - it was a nightmare," he said firmly. 

"I'm telling you-!" 

"Now, really! Enough is enough, you all!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, entering the common room. 

"Professor, Ron here had a nightmare-" 

"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE!" Ron yelled. "PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!" 

Hermione gasped, whispering worriedly to Y/N, tears in her eyes, "Trying...to kill Ron?" 

Y/N just squeezed her hand in comfort, unable to say anything.

"Don't be ridiculous, Weasley!' McGonagall scoffed. "How could he have gotten through the Portrait Hole?" 

"Ask him!" Ron exclaimed, still terrified, pointing to the Portrait Hole and the painting of Sir Cadogan. 

Glaring at Ron, McGonagall stepped outside the common room to talk to the Knight. The whole common room waited with baited breath. 

Y/N and Hermione were absolutely trembling at this point, Hermione more than Y/N. 

"Sir Cadogan," Professor McGonagall began. "Did you just let a man into Gryffindor tower?" 

"Why, certainly, my fair lady!" Sir Cadogan said brightly. 

There was a stunned silence. Y/N whispered an outraged, "What the fuck?" to Hermione. 

"You - you did?" cried McGonagall. "But the password!" 

"He had 'em!" the Knight said proudly. "Whole month's worth - written down on a piece of parchment." 

At that moment, Y/N knew that someone in this tower was in deep shit. Leaving each and every password unattended when there was a mass murderer on the lose? Merlin. 

Professor McGonagall pulled herself back into the common room, her face white as chalk, her hands trembling in anger. 

"Which person," she said, her voice shaking. "Which abysmally foolish person wrote down the passwords and left them lying around?" 

There was no sound, then, came a tiny, mortified squeak. Slowly, Neville Longbottom raised a hand into the air. 

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Nobody in Gryffindor tower slept that night - except...a few people. As the castle was searched again for Sirius Black, they huddled in the common room. 

Neville was in absolute disgrace. 

"Hermione, Ron's fine," Y/N said to a teary Hermione. "Look, I bet he can get past the whole Crookshanks-Scabbers things for a couple minutes." 

Hermione just shook her head sadly. 

"Ron, Harry, get over here!" Y/N yelled. 

The boys complied, walking over. Immediately, Hermione threw her arms around Ron. A look of shock overtook his face, but he hugged back. " 'M okay, 'Mione..." he mumbled, rubbing her back. 

"You could have died!" Hermione wailed. 

"I could have died too-" Harry began, but stopped with a sheepish grin when Y/N gave him a look. 

"Ronnie, I'm glad you're okay," Y/N grumbled, patting him on the back. 

"Thanks, sis..." Ron muttered, then focused his attention back to hugging Hermione. 

Y/N grabbed Harrys hand and led them away, whispering, "Let's leave them..." Harry followed her soundlessly to a two-seater couch. She saw Hermione and Ron talking, she wanted to give them space. 

"Did you see Black?' Y/N asked. She needed to know if Black had posed any threat at all to Harry. 

He shook his head, "No," he said. "If I did, Ron would be screaming bloody murder instead." 

"That's not funny, Harry." 

"I'm sorry." 

"Aww...look at them," Y/N said, pointing to Ron and Hermione. She'd known that Hermione and Ron sort of fancied each other, for it was painstakingly obvious, even when they bickered all the time. She thought that Ron could do without making her cry all the time - Y/N would help him with that. 

Their two best friends were asleep on a couch, Hermione in Ron's arms, his head on top of hers. 

Harry and Y/N looked at each other, then grabbed a blanket. They each held one end and draped it over their best friends. 

"Goodnight," they whispered, to Hermione and Ron, but mostly to themselves. Goodnight was a pathetic wish, for the night had taken a turn after the joy of the Quidditch match. 

Harry and Y/N crashed on a different couch, finding themselves cuddled up just like the night before. Y/N's stomach whirled, remembering how angry Fred and George were that morning.

"You're still wearing my goodluck charm," Harry grinned at her. 

"Shut up and sleep, you dork."

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YA'LL EATING GOOOODDD TODAY 😋

i updated so quick bc im home sick 

omg i rhymed guys r u proud of me i should quit this and become the next shakespeare fr 🤞

anyway but yeah im currently home sick and dying (just in time for exams) (i haven't studied) (watch me fail) 😍

but liiikkkee did u guys see the romione did u see it did u did u 

anyway ya'll tell me what u thought of this chapptteerrrrrrr, correct any mistakes bc i wrote this while sick

and that makes my brain foggy so i can't exactly think straight guys 

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bye pookies 😘

- dizzyann1e