I'm a What? (Harry Potter Girls x Harry Potter Twin! Male Reader) Book 1

8 - Slytherin vs Gryffindor and a Hogwarts Christmas

"You've got to eat some breakfast." Draco said.

"I don't want anything." Harry replied.

"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.

"I'm not hungry." (Y/N) said

Harry and (Y/N) felt terrible. In an hour's time he'd be walking onto the field.

"Harry, (Y/N), you need your strength," said Seamus Finnigan. "Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team. And Chasers are always moving around and using up energy"

"Thanks, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus pile ketchup on his sausages.

By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes.

Ron, Hermione and Draco joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean the West Ham fan up in the top row. As a surprise for Harry and (Y/N), they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers had ruined. It said Potters for President, and Dean, who was good at drawing, had done a large Gryffindor lion underneath. Then Hermione had performed a tricky little charm so that the paint flashed different colours.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, (Y/N), Harry and the rest of the team were changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes (Slytherin would be playing in green).

Wood cleared his throat for silence.

"Okay, men," he said.

"And women," said Katie Bell.

"And women," Wood agreed. "This is it."

"The big one," said Fred Weasley.

"The one we've all been waiting for," said George.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told (Y/N) and Harry, "we were on the team last year."

"Shut up, you two," said Wood. "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it."

He glared at them all as if to say, "Or else."

"Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."

The Potters followed Fred and George out of the locker room and, Harry hoped his knees weren't going to give way as they walked onto the field to loud cheers.

Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.

"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. (Y/N) noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year. (Y/N) thought Flint looked as if he had some troll blood in him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the fluttering banner high above, flashing Potters for President over the crowd. His heart skipped. He felt braver.

"Mount your brooms, please."

Harry  and (Y/N) clambered onto their Nimbus Two Thousands.

Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.

Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Harry Potter of Gryffindor -- what an excellent Chaser that lad is, and rather handsome, too--"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor."

The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.