Second chances *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (harry potter x reader)

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And though Harry would rather have jumped off the Astronomy Tower than admit it Hermione her, by the time we had watched the game the following Saturday he would have given any number of Galleons not to care about Quidditch either.

The very best thing you could say about the match was that it was short; the Gryffindor spectators had to endure only twenty-two minutes of agony.

It was hard to say what the worst thing was: personally, I thought it was a close-run contest between Ron's fourteenth failed save, Sloper missing the Bludger but hitting Angelina in the mouth with his bat, and Kirke shrieking and taling backwards off his broom when Zacharias Smith zoomed at him carrying the Quaffle.

The miracle was that Gryffindor only lost by ten points: Ginny managed to snatch the Snitch from right under Hufflepuf Seeker Summerby's nose, so that the final score was two hundred and forty versus two hundred and fifty.

"Good catch," Harry told Ginny back in the common room, where the atmosphere resembled that of a particularly dismal funeral.

"I was lucky," she shrugged. "It—"

"No Gin, you played well." I interjected.

"Noooo." she moaned and slumped onto the couch, "It wasn't a very fast Snitch and Summerby's got a cold, he sneezed and closed his eyes at exactly the wrong moment." she sighed and turned to Harry. "Anyway, once you're back on the team-"

"Ginny, I've got a lifelong ban." he says.

"You're banned as long as Umbridge is in the school," Ginny corrected him. "There's a difference. Anyway, once you're back, I think I'll try out for Chaser. Angelina and Alicia are both leaving next year and I prefer goal-scoring to Seeking anyway."

We looked over at Ron, who was hunched in a corner, staring at his knees, a bottle of Butterbeer clutched in his hand.

"Angelina still won't let him resign," Ginny said, "She says she knows he's got it in him."

I liked Angelina's faith in Ron, but at the same time I think it would really be kinder to let him leave the team.

Ron had left the pitch to another booming chorus of 'Weasley is our King' sung with great gusto by the Slytherins, who were now favourites to win the Quidditch Cup. I'd spotted Mattheo in their crowd, still not singing but definitely not looking miserable. I haven't really spoken to him since the break up.

My pondering was cut short when Fred and George wandered over. "I haven't even got the heart to tease him," said Fred, looking over at Ron's crumpled figure. "Mind you ... when he missed the fourteenth - " He made wild motions with his arms as though doing an upright doggy-paddle. "- well, I'll save it for parties, eh?"

Ron dragged himself up to bed shortly after this. Out of respect for his feelings, Harry only headed up a while after him.

Before leaving, Harry had been talking to me about the match. "It was just so frustrating watching it from the sidelines. Ginny's performance was great but I know if I had been playing I could have caught the Snitch sooner... there was a moment when it was near Kirke's ankle, if Ginny hadn't hesitated, she might have been able to scrape a win for us."

I had listened purely because i liked the sound of his voice. Harry left not soon after for his regular Occlumency session with Snape.