~Moody Can't Crack a Smile~

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y/n's pov

It's been a couple weeks since summer started. I had decided to go to Beauxbatons for the remainder of the year. I was welcomed with a large and beautiful feast. Madame Maxime had been expecting my arrival, so she took it on herself to give me a private dorm. I thanked her so many times I lost count. Once school was over, though, I had to say goodbye to all of my french friends. I decided to gift Bree, Amica. Not that I didn't want her, it was just that Amica and Bree had a bond I didn't want to take away. Bree was over the moon with excitement. Fleur thanked me on many occasions, but I just brushed it off.

Once summer came, I busied myself with the Bulgarian's quidditch practices and games, bringing my mom a few times to clear her mind. Viktor, Alexei(Alex), Georgia, Clara, and Nikola became even closer due to the amount of time we were together. Once we all had a sleepover at Viktor's house. Ahem. Mansion and it was extremely fun. Whenever they had games or practices for quidditch me and Georgia would be in the stands cheering. Vise versa when it came to our archery. I was always welcome to stay at Viktor's mansion if I decided to stay for an extra day. I thought it was sweet, but still didn't except his offer yet.

"Why don't we go to your house for once? You can teleport if I'm correct," Viktor suggested. Everyone nodded in agreement before I gave in and agreed too. They all put a hand on my shoulder or hand. As for Viktor, he put his hand on my head and ruffled my hair. I rolled my eyes before we appeared in my room. 

"That is a lot more comfortable than apparating," Alex noted. We started talking about the school year and how there was only 1 more match before Bulgaria secured their spot at the World Cup. The match is Ireland vs. Venezuela. I think Ireland's gonna win but who knows? Our conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

"It might be my mom. She might've forgotten her key again," I sighed. 

Harry's pov

I was sitting in my new room, finishing my homework for Hogwarts, when I looked out the window. I saw a familiar flash of h/c. I hurriedly packed my things together to head to her house and apologize. Whenever I tried, her mom would answer the door and say she was out with friends. Or at a quidditch match. Anyway, I rushed past my mom and dad but halted once I heard my mom clear her throat. 

"What's got you in such a rush?" she asked me. 

"Y/n's back from wherever. I need to apologize for...you know," I mumbled. I told them about me and y/n's mishap. She nodded for me to continue my journey to her house, which wasn't much of.

I knocked on her door waiting for her to answer. I heard her say something in a language I wasn't familiar with. I looked at my feet, fidgeting with my hands. "Harry!" she exclaimed, launching herself onto me after she opened the door. 

"Hey y/n?" She hummed in response. "I'm sorry for being a git and saying you were useless and-and I know it was wrong of me and these last couple weeks have been pure torture because I knew you-" I was cut off by a pair of lips attached to mine. "I take that as you forgive me?" I asked desperately. 

"Of course! I've moved on! Besides, I would've said the same thing if someone was trying to defend my family's so called murderer!" she reassured, making me feel much better. We were interrupted by a barn owl with a letter attached to it's leg. Y/n opened it, scanned it, then groaned. 

"What's wrong?" I asked her. 

"I have to go to the Ministry tomorrow and pretty much beg Moody to be a professor for Hogwarts. This should be fun," she answered sarcastically. "Well, I gotta go. Are you going with the Weasleys to the Quidditch World Cup or are you going with your parents? I'm going with the Weasleys but it's up to you."

"Well I'm going with the Weasleys and my dad is going to meet us there," I responded. "My mom doesn't really like quidditch," I told her looking at her blank face.

"Okay, fun! Anyway I have to go drop off a few people back to Bulgaria. See you next week? I assume you'll already be at the Weasleys when I arrive. According to Molly I'll be the last arrival," she told me excitedly.

"Yeah, I'll be visiting them in 4 days," I replied. "Bye," I pecked her lips and left. This is going to be an exciting match.

y/n's pov

I walked out of the elevator to get to the retired aurors office. In other words, Moody's office. He may be retired but since he's the best they've got he still has some jobs here and there. "Alastor Moody?" I called into the office labeled 'Retired Aurors Office/Moody's Office'. I heard a grunt signaling his presence. "I was wondering if-"

"NO! I am in retirement! I will not become a lousy professor!" he cut me off angrily. He looks like he's never smiled before. Actually, I don't think he ever has. 

"How about a bet? I make you smile by the end of the day, you become the professor for the rest of the year?" I compromised. He looked me dead in the eye with a slight glare. I'm not scared of many things but this definitely scares me.

"Fine," he growled sticking his hand out to shake. I took it and began my mission. I started dancing around the desk, waving my arms around, trying to make him smile but it didn't work. I tried stupid jokes, but that didn't work either. It wasn't until a worker came in opening the door and slamming it on my face. He barked with laughter, a large genuine smile present.

"Aha! I win!" I exclaimed bringing a hand to my forehead. "Owww!" I groaned in pain, making the old auror laugh even more. "Now you definitely have to teach as a professor!" I jumped in victory. He was still laughing, so I took out a camera and snapped a picture. "And now I have proof," I showed him the photo. 

He finally calmed down, starting on the paperwork the worker brought in before looking back up at me. "Fine. Tell Dumbledore I'll teach for this year, and this year only!" he growled. I went to leave seeing the small smile left on his face. I just made the toughest auror crack.

Dear witches and wizards,

Sorry it's been so long since I've updated this book. I've got school and I'm working on other books too. Happy Reading!

~GryffindorPrincess

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