You're My Destiny (Harry Potter X Reader)

Chapter 63

Previously on Chapter 62

"Oh... yeah. Yeah yeah yeah... I'm alright" I said. Harry doesn't seem convinced with what I said. But he didn't pester me to tell him what's going on. I look forward to see Draco is nowhere in sight. I let out a sigh, wondering what's going on with him. Did something bad happened to him?

-Quidditch Tryouts-

Y/N P.O.V

Harry told me that he'll be holding a Quidditch Tryout. He ask me to accompany him, because he thinks he might need my help to get everyone under control. I'm not sure why he's still doubting himself, since he's pretty much nailed it when he trained the Dumbledore Army. But just to keep him reassured, I agree to accompany him.

I'm glad I did... because right now, everyone didn't listen to him and just goof around with each other. Well, not really everyone. Ron just stands stiffly while the others mess around behind him.

"Quiet down... please" Harry said. I turn to look at him and let out a soft giggle at what he's doing. They wouldn't listen to him, if he's asking it nicely and in a soft tone. I mean... he should know that. But I guess he's too nervous to be a coach to remember that.

"Shut it!!" I barked loudly. Everyone instantly quieted down and stand in line. Harry shoots me a grateful look. I smile softly at him and gently pat his shoulder. "I'll leave the rest to you, Harry" I said. He gulps and nods his head. He take a deep breathe and looks forward to the people who wishes to join this year's Quidditch team.

I smile softly at him. 'He's got it...' I thought to myself. I turn around, deciding join Hermione in the bench areas. I start to walk towards where Hermione is sitting. I smile at her and take a seat.

"Your boyfriend is still as awkward as ever..." she said. I let out a laugh at what she said and nod my head, agreeing with her statement about Harry. She's right about that... Harry's indeed one of the most awkward person I had ever met. But that didn't change anything. I still love him the same.

I notice Ron having a talk with one of the guy who's also trying out for the Quidditch team. I wonder what they're talking about. But judging by Ron's reaction, it can't be good. I notice the guy staring passed me. I glance next to me and realizes the guy is staring at Hermione. As if I'll let an arrogant looking person like him comes any close to my girl best friend.

I smile as Ron seem to get it under control. He's quite skillful as a Keeper. No doubt he'd earn a spot in the Quidditch team. I gasp when he nearly fell off his flying broom. But he manage to stay on the broom not long after.

***

We're back in Gryffindor common room. I sit on the couch next to Ron, while Harry is on the floor in front of me. He leans his head back, resting it on my lap. I gently run my hand through his hair, making him let out a sound of approval.

"I hope Cormac's not taking it too hard..." Ron said, after we sat in silence for a good hour. I turn my head to look at him. He have a proud smile on his face. Sure he is... he just nailed the tryout. "He's got a bit of a thing for you, Hermione. Cormac" he said. So I was right, they were talking about Hermione.

Hermione turn to look at him with an unimpressed look. "He's vile..." she said. Surely, she's not going to like someone like Cormac. After all, there's already someone in her heart. I glance at Ron who seem oblivious to the feeling Hermione have for him. I just roll my eyes at him. I look forward and notice the same girl is staring dreamily at Ron again. She's being obvious that she's into him.

"Have you ever heard of this spell? Sectumsempra" Harry suddenly said. I lean forward to look at it as Harry stare at me expectantly. I shake my head to let him know I didn't. He turn to ask Hermione.

"No, I haven't" she said, even before Harry have a chance to say anything. She sounded annoyed. I wonder what's got her to act like that. "And if you had a shred of self-respect, you'd hand that book in" she added.

"Not bloody likely... he's top of the class" Ron said. I turn to look at him, before turning my focus on Harry as he starts reading the book again. "He's even better than you, Hermione. Slughorn thinks he's a genius" he added. Hermione turn to give him a look. Ron turn to look at her, noticing the look she's giving him. "What?" He asked.

"I'd like to know whose that book was. Let's have a look" Hermione said, turning to look at Harry. But before she could even touch it, Harry quickly stands up to avoid her.

"No" he said. Hermione keeps going at him, which makes him walks backward. "The binding is fragile..." he said. I bit my lips, trying not to laugh at his comment. Ginny is quick to grab the book from him. She flips it open to the first page.

"Who's the Half-blood Prince?" She asked. While Harry and Hermione questions about it, I have questions in my head. I feel like I've heard about 'Half-blood Prince.' But I'm not sure where I've heard it from.

Time-skip

We're walking through a snowy path. Ron and Harry are arguing over the book and how Harry's seem obsessed with it. But Harry is denying his accusation. I hug myself, trying to preserve my body warmth. God... as much as I love the winter. It's freezing out here.

"Well, I was curious... so-" Hermione said. But the two boys already know what she's going to say. I let out a laugh at the face she's making. "And nothing. I couldn't find a reference anywhere to a Half-blood Prince" she said, huffing with their reaction and also because she didn't find anything.

I let out a laugh and walks forward. I turn around and walk backward while facing the three of them. "Well, I'm sure we'll figure something out... like we always do. Now let's just enjoy our fun-time while we can" I said. They look at each other and smiles. Harry speeds up to stand next to me. He gently wrap an arm around me.

We decided to go and get some butterbeer. I wrap my arm around Harry's torso. He smiles softly at me as he tighten his arm around my shoulder. He place a soft kiss on the side of my head. The four of us makes our way to our next destination, The Three Broomstick.

*to be continued*