his chosen one | harry james potter

Fair Game, Florence

florence pov

Today was our first class with Mad Eye Moody as our teacher. I was excited to learn from one of the greatest aurors of all time, although we were all pretty convinced he was an alcoholic.

I woke up quite early, even before Hermione, and I climbed out of bed. I got dressed, did my hair, put on a bit of mascara and some strawberry lipgloss.

I made my way down the stairs to the common room and saw Harry sitting on the couch, still in his pyjamas.

"Morning Harry."

He jumped and turned round in surprise. "Oh I didn't know anyone was up yet, morning." He said, groggily.

I laughed. "Cute morning voice." I said as I walked out of the portrait hole towards the great hall.

I was walking along a hallway until I froze on the spot. I had just openly flirted with probably the only boy I can't be with.

Why am I so stupid? What if he doesn't even like me back?! No I shouldn't be worrying about that! I can't like Harry Potter. I just can't.

I turned the corner with my head down and I walked right into someone chest, sending me falling onto the floor.

Of course I did.

"Oof. We have to stop meeting like this." Cedric laughed as he held out his hand to help me up.

I took it and he pulled me up. "I'm so sorry. I need to stop daydreaming." I laughed nervously.

"No keep daydreaming, if it means I get to keep running into you." He nudged me.

I smiled shyly, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"See you later." He winked and walked off to the Hufflepuff table.

Did he just......flirt? With me? And..........I liked it?

My head really is messed up now.

More people began to pour into the great hall for breakfast. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Celeste weren't at the table yet, so I sat across from the twins.

"Morning." They said in unison.

"Morning Fred, morning George." I smiled as I buttered a piece of toast.

"Heard about quidditch?" Fred asked.

"Uh.....new captain or something?" I asked, not looking up and taking a bite of my toast.

"Oh so you haven't heard." George said, sounding anxious.

This made me look up from my toast. "What are you idiots on about?"

"Quidditch is cancelled this year cause of the tournament." Fred sighed.

"Oh bloody hell. You're joking?"

"Nope."

I buried my face in my hands and groaned.

"What's up with her?" I heard Ron ask as he sat down next to me.

"Quidditch. Cancelled." I said with my face still in my hands.

"Oh bloody hell. You're joking?"

"That's what I said." I answered, slowly sitting back up.

Celeste sat in the seat next to me. "Morning Flo!" She paused and looked at Ron. "Morning Ron."

"Uh, hi. M-morning." Ron stuttered, looking away.

I glanced at the twins who nodded towards the doors. I nodded back. We all stood up at the same time.

"We have somewhere to be." I said. The three of us quickly left the great hall. Of course we didn't have anywhere to be. We just wanted to leave Ron and Celeste alone together.