A/N: Am I the only one that finds it weird when romantic fanfics are written in the first year? Like they're 11 they should not be hooking up. That's partly why I made this set in their fifth year, because making 12 year olds sexy seems like borderline pedophilia and I'm aboutta call the cops on some of these fanfics

It had been a week since Y/N had started and she was already done.

"I swear...if I have one more essay on the fucking fifth goblin war I'm just gonna dive into the lake. Maybe the giant squid can be my sugar daddy, who knows." Y/N grumbled to Hermione after History of Magic. Ron walked up next to them on their way to charms.

"Did I hear the words 'squid' and 'sugar daddy' in the same sentence? Because if so I think I'm gonna need to call a therapist," Ron asked with mock concern. Y/N sighed and replied "No it's fine, I don't have a squid fetish or anything I don't watch hentai. Unlike some people..."

Ron choked and looked indignant, "I do not watch hentai. Also pretty sure porn is illegal in Hogwarts."

Harry was about to walk over to the three of you, but after hearing 'hentai' he promptly turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

*Mini time skip*

You, Harry, Hermione, Fred and George, and Ron were all sitting on the benches in the Great Hall for lunch. As you bit into a pastry, Draco Malfoy walked over. You noticed the guys around you bristle slightly and they glared at him as he approached.

"Baby, you must be a broom, cause you just swept me off my feet." He leaned onto the back of your chair and grabbed a grape off your plate, popping it into his mouth.

"Ok 1. Never take my food again," You glared at his smug face, "And 2. Don't ask me things when my mouth is full and I can't make a proper retort."

"I have something else your mouth can be full of," Draco said, and you slapped his arm as the boys around you burst out with various threats and menacing remarks.

"Relax!" He pulled a chocolate from behind his back and handed it to you. "Didn't know you were so dirty-minded, Y/N."

"Although I'll keep that in mind for the future." He winked at you and left. Your cheeks were warm. Hermione gazed after him, remarking "He's not at all my type, but he is pretty hot isn't he?" The boys protested, but you watched him and silently agreed.

"Anyways, quidditch tryouts are tonight, aren't they?" You asked Harry, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, 5:00 at the Quidditch pitch. Are you trying out?" He replied, silently crossing his fingers.

"Mhm," You nodded and took another bite. "I've always played chaser, but I never thought about trying out before this year."

"You'll do great," Harry grinned at you, pleased that you'd be spending more time together.

Fred and George both wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sending tingles through your chest.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure you're safe. And we'll whack Wood if he cuts you from the team."

You laughed good-naturedly "He has to at least see if I'm good first! I want to get on the team based on my own skills, not cause a couple of idiots threatened to bash his head in." You ruffled their fiery hair and dodged their attempted attacks.

*Time skip to tryout*

The grass was soft underfoot and the sky was clear aside from a couple wispy clouds; perfect quidditch weather. You smiled to yourself and gripped your new broomstick more tightly. As a birthday gift last year, your father had given you a top of the line Golden Arrow, one of the fastest and most maneuverable brooms on the market. You had been practicing with it ever since.

Harry and the rest of the candidates trying out were down at the pitch.

Mini A/N: I know the triwizard tournament killed off Cedric last year but I'm forsaking that as it would mess up my storyline so just pretend that for now, Voldemort is hibernating.

You walked up to Oliver Wood and smiled at him, "I'm trying out as a chaser, where should I go?"

Oliver was slightly tongue-tied at your presence, but cleared his throat and gestured towards a group towards the left end of the pitch. As you turned to go, he stopped you and asked, "Sorry, what did you say your name was?"

"I didn't," You replied. "It's Y/N," You held out a hand for him to shake and he grasped it firmly, his strong hand encircling your own. He held on for almost a fraction of a second too long, and you eventually broke the eye contact, nodding at him with a smile and joining the other chasers.

There were several familiar faces in the group. You noted Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet; they would be your toughest competition. They came over to you, and you struck up a conversation about the finals of the England-Ireland Quidditch championship.

"That was absolute bullshit! The ref was fucking blind, I swear to Jesus someone must have put doxie piss in his eyedrops." You cried passionately, making the other two burst into laughter. A piercing whistle cut through the air and you turned to face Wood.

"Alright everyone! We're gonna have multiple groups depending on how many are trying out for each position. For example, we'll have four groups for the chasers, since there's the most of them," He gestured towards your group, "We're gonna start with beaters and end with seekers. Everyone ready?" You all cheered, and the potential beaters walked towards the middle of the pitch to take off.

You watched as Fred and George (surprise surprise) were chosen as the beaters, Oliver kept his position as Keeper, and finally it was your turn.

There were 16 other people trying out, half of them boys and half girls. You were in the second group trying out, along with a girl named Ann Goldberg, a fifth year named Alex Walsh, and a dark haired boy you didn't know.

"Second group, out on the field," Oliver blew his whistle and you walked out, feeling anxiety rushing through your body. You tapped your fingers and tried to breathe slowly to calm your nerves.

"You nervous?" The boy with dark hair asked from next to you. You looked at him and replied, "Yeah, I guess it's kinda obvious, huh." He chuckled, "No, I only noticed because I've been looking at you. I can't really help myself."

He had silky black hair and deep hazel eyes like a kaleidoscope that stood out against his lightly tanned skin. Damn, forget about snacks, this man is a MEAL, you thought, your eyes unconsciously shifting down to the lean muscles in his forearm as he extended a hand.

"Jack Ahelios. And you are?" He paused, waiting for an answer. You blushed and quickly shook his hand. "Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N."

"Well Y/N Y/L/N, good luck. I hope you make the team, if only for my own selfish reasons." He gave a slight smile and you both got into your positions for takeoff.

"On my Mark, you're gonna take off and fly two laps around the circle, then land back here for drills. Ready...1, 2, 3!" You heard the short blast from his whistle and kicked off, feeling the exhilarating rush you got every time you took to the skies.

After completing the laps, Oliver explained the drills to your group: the four of you would be split two and two, with each mini team trying to score on the other. The first team to a point wins.

"Y/L/N and Ahelios, you two are a team." You looked happily over at Jack and he held up a hand for a high five with a grin on his face.

As you hit his hand, he laced his fingers through yours and drew you closer."I don't know how, but I can tell we'll be great together." He murmured.

From several feet away, Oliver frowned and then clapped his hands briskly. "Let's go!"

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As the four of you hovered, Oliver stood below and threw the quaffle in the air. You leaned forward and snatched it just before Ann, shooting up towards the skies and the opposite end of the field.

You heard cheers and looked down to see Harry, Fred and George whistling and clapping for you. You flashed them a grin and faced forwards to concentrate. You raced forwards, feeling Ann hot on your tail, although her broom couldn't compete with the Golden Arrow and you gained a lead.

Jack was guarding you to your left. "Y/N, watch out!" He called suddenly, and you saw Alex appear in front of you. Acting on pure instinct, you swiftly dove under him and shot back up as he turned forward in pursuit.

"Jack!" You motioned to him to get open and he pulled ahead of you. You tossed the quaffle to him and he caught it easily. He began flying towards the goal-posts and you followed closely behind, watching for Ann and Alex.

Suddenly, Alex appeared in front of Jack and shouldered him aside, making him drop the quaffle. You immediately dropped into a steep dive, the front of your broom almost vertical. In your free fall, you spotted Ann a couple seconds behind you, also heading for the quaffle.

You gripped the broom handle and pushed down, gaining on the quaffle second by second. The stadium was almost silent despite the many people on the field and in the stands. You reached on arm out, grazing the red leather with the tip of your finger. You grit your teeth and pushed even more, going faster and closer to the ground than you ever had before. With only a couple seconds before impact, you grabbed the ball and pulled up on the front of your broom, feeling a rush of relief flow through your body that you weren't a pile of mush on the ground.

You shot back up to the goalposts as the stadium erupted in cheers, also mostly out of relief that they hadn't witnessed a direct death in front of them. 

You grinned widely and flew up next to Jack. "Cover me?" You asked. He grinned and mock bowed, "Of course, my lady." The last obstacle hovered in front of the goalposts: Alex, looking tired but determined. You knew that he was no keeper, and decided to play with him a little. Not in a mean way, just to show Oliver you had the balls to be a chaser.

Setting your face, you flew directly at Alex. The two of you locked eyes, neither wanting to yield. However, as you got closer and closer, the more the fear was shown in his eyes and at the last second you twisted left into a smooth roll at the same moment that he dove right. With him out of the way, you had a clear shot. Even though you could have easily made it in, you beckoned to Jack.

"You wanna do the honors?"

"I'd love to." He tooke the quaffle from you and tossed it through the ring in one smooth motion.

"Y/N and Jack win!" Oliver announced happily. "The team results will be out in around a week."

You descended to the grass and stumbled a little as you dismounted. A pair of strong arms steadied you, and you looked up to see Harry grinning at you. He congratulated you and wrapped you in a hug. He smelled like leather and grass because of the tryouts, but you didn't mind.

"I'm proud of us." Jack came up to you and slung an arm around your shoulder as you walked back to the locker rooms to wash off. Your legs and arms ached, but you were satisfied.