y/n at hogwarts

Chapter 4 - And I love Her

The makeshift pitch looked similar to the one that was used for Quidditch. Old and rickety, the wood screeching as a bigger gust of wind blew into it on the hill. Students were cheering in excitement, waiting for the first contestant to appear. The twins ran between the seats, manipulating spectators to place bets on who would win it. The odds were in Viktor Krum's favour due to Durmstrang Institute's overall tough teaching. Y/N had just sat down next to Hermione when she stood up. "I can't sit here, anymore. Where's Harry?" She asked, looking at Y/N. "At the tent where other participants are. I know a shortcut, if you want to go there" Y/N earned a nod from the younger girl and they forced themselves through the cheering crowd.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered on the outside of the tent. "Hermione?" The boy asked back and she flew in, grabbing him in a big embrace. The famous writer, Rita Skeeter, from Daily Prophet barged in at the right moment to catch a picture of the two, hugging. "Oh my god," Y/N exclaimed in annoyance, seeing Rita's mouth curl up in a smirk. "If something... unfortunate happens, you might even make it to the front pages!" Skeeter exclaimed happily, excited for the banger headline. "This is for participants and their friends only." Viktor stepped in, standing in front of the writer whose mouth was open in shock. Dumbledore appeared in the tent with Barty Crouch and Madam Maxime in tow. "L/N, Granger? What are you two doing here?" Dumbledore asked, brows furrowed in confusion. "We got lost. We are on our way out either way." Y/N said before Hermione could think of anything, dragging the girl out of the tent, and leaving Harry with no goodbyes.

Cedric was the first one to catch the Golden Egg. The Hufflepuff student managed to get the Swedish Short-Snout for his opponent. Although the boy had excellent going into the battle and using a  spell that changed a rock near to him into a dog, he got burned, barely getting away from the dragon. The crowd cheered for him either way when Cedric held the Golden Egg, smiling at his victory. Fleur appeared soon after Cedric had left the pitch, using a spell similar to what Y/N had used on Harry and putting the dragon into a deep sleep. Delacour's score flew past Y/N's ears as she was on the edge for the most part the Beauxbatons student was in sight, hoping to see her dormmate alive in the evening. Viktor Krum's performance was slightly less nerve-wracking to look at even though Hermione jerked every time the dragon got close to the boy. "He is the Viktor Krum. He'll manage." Y/N commented after Hermione almost fainted from a close call on the pitch, Y/N's hand soothingly placed on her shoulder. The last one to participate was Harry and thanks to his never-ending luck, he got the worst dragon to battle, just like Y/N told him the night prior. The boy used the most common spell, summoning his broom, flying high into the sky, and disappearing for a bit. As Harry flew around on his broom, the pitch was dead silent, the spectators holding their breath. But Harry managed to grab the Golden Egg right before the dragon blew a gust of fire, screaming happily as he flew away from the pitch. Harry and Viktor shared the first place, as Cedric was second and Fleur placed last.

Harry's victory was celebrated with yet another big party. The Gryffindor common room erupted in loud cheers as the boy stood in the middle of it, holding his hard work in hand - the Golden Egg. "Open it!" Someone yelled from the mass around him, the whole room now quiet. The egg made an ear-piercing noise as Harry opened it. He closed it back up faster than he opened it and stared at it in disbelief. "What should I do with it?" Harry questioned to himself as he stood now in the corner of the room, examining the object. The party went on with ease as the boy slipped out of the common room, knowing exactly what to do. He skipped to Ravenclaw's dormitories through the dark hallways, breaking into the common room and barging straight into Y/N's dorm.

"Oh sorry," Harry mumbled as he saw Y/N lying on the bed, sneezing loudly as soon as the boy stepped in. He saw George sitting behind the girl's desk, writing something down at a fast pace. "Are you alright?" Harry asked, closing the door calmly. "Thanks to Hagrid, who insisted I bring you to him, I'm ill. Nothing bad, don't worry." Y/N explained, annoyed at her sudden sickness. "George, what are you doing here? There's a party..." Harry trailed off, peeking over the redhead's shoulder to see his test paper on the table. "I know but I got worried... Nevermind. I am giving her answers for the Potions class test. The usual, you know." George replied, not looking at Harry and continuing to write down answers. "Got it, uh, Y/N you know all sorts of things about the dragons-" Harry began and turned to the girl, who was sitting on her bed. "I told you Harry, my knowledge is limited," Y/N replied, eyeing the Golden Egg. "Yes, right. Do you know what to do with this?" The boy added and handed the golden object to the girl. Y/N didn't open the Golden Egg, knowing very well what would ensue if she did. She examined it closely. "I think the best bet is to visit the prefects' bathroom. Have a nice bath with it." Y/N replied, giving the egg back to Harry. The boy opened his mouth to say something. "Trust me, Harry." Harry nodded at her. "Thank you, good night." He said and closed the door returning to the party in the common room.

"How are you feeling?" George inquired, still writing. "Better, now that there isn't a youngster in my room," Y/N replied with a hint of sarcasm, lying down on her bed again. The redhead chuckled in response, dipping his feather in the ink again. "You were as old as him not long ago," George said with a grin. "Yes, but I didn't barge in so loudly." The girl sipped on her peppermint tea, stirring the honey in the bottom of the cup. "Bloody Hagrid," She commented, setting the cup down on her night table. George set the feather down with a dramatic sigh and eyed the girl. Her eyes were closed as she lay on her bed. "Don't you think it's the best to not attend classes tomorrow?" The boy asked, taking the papers and placing them in the correct order. "I can't. I have to think about O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts. If I want to work at the ministry I have to do them. "You have almost a year until the actual exam, Y/N, take a break, please," George replied, standing up. "I'm fine," Y/N exclaimed, her sentence ending with a fit of coughs. "Are you really?" The redhead questioned, one eyebrow cocked up. "I am. Now go and have a blast at the party." Y/N said, pushing George to the door. "If you say so, love. Good night." The boy said and smiled at her as he left the dorm room. Some part of Y/N hoped that the redhead would've stayed. She sighed, knowing that her feelings weren't reciprocated. Her mind was racing with all sorts of different topics, mainly George who had left, leaving only the scent of his cologne.