ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ (ʜᴘ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Y3 જ⁀➴ Quidditch and Nicknames

"Do you actually believe that random cup thing, because I surely don't," I say to the raven-haired boy walking next to me. Hermione is studying in the library for Godric knows what, and Ron is back in the common room, most likely with Dean and Seamus. 

"Honestly, I don't even know."

Harry and I are walking to the quidditch pitch. Quidditch season isn't on, but because the two of us don't have any homework from earlier today, I decided to try play this magical sport with my best friend.

"I'll be back," he says to me, and he runs off as his quidditch robes flap behind him. 

I'm dressed in something quite simple - a Gryffindor knitted sweatshirt (as winter is coming up), a denim skirt, black tights, leather black boots, along with a black headband in my (h/c) hair. It isn't the most flattering thing, but it's quite comfortable. 

Harry runs back across the pitch, with a chest, and two broomsticks in his hands.

He is definitely in more suitable attire for this activity. He holds two Comet 140's, as his original broom broke last year, and passes one to me. "What's that, Harry?" I question, pointing to the un-opened chest. 

"This, is where we keep all of the equipment." Harry answers, and he unlatches the bolt. Inside, there are two, medium-sized balls, one big one, and a little compartment near the top of the chest.

Full of curiosity, I open the small doors. A small, golden, sphere flies out, and hovers around my face. I laugh and look at Harry. The snitch. This, little ball is what he has to catch during games? Can't be that hard. Harry catches the sphere, and locks it back into its nook.

"I know exactly what you're thinking, (Y/N)," Harry states, looking at me with his eyebrows raised. I completely ignore him, as I announce the rest of the spheres.

"That's the quaffle," I point, the biggest dented ball sitting in the middle. "And those two, are the bludgers."

"Correct," Harry nods his head. "Now, this is boring, let's get up into the sky, shall we my lady?" He says sarcastically, with a grin on his face before he jumps up onto his broom and flies into the air. 

"Hey! Wait up!" I shout, and I shakily climb onto my broom. Did I mention I hate heights? That's why I never tried playing quidditch. Being on a broom, bludgers coming your way? No thank you. I kick off the ground, as Madam Hootch demonstrated back in first year. 

The sun shines brightly on my face, and I squint to see my surroundings. I'm around thirty feet up. "Woah," I gulp, looking beneath me. I could plummet to my death any second. This, small stick, being the only thing supporting me. Harry knocks me out of my trance as he skillfully flies into my view.  

"You alright?" He asks, easily letting go of the broom to get a better look of me.

"Yeah! Yeah... I'm fine." I reply, still looking down to the depths of the field. 

"Alright... well, I'm going to get the balls and the bats, stay up here, alright?"

"Sure.. sure." I breathe, gripping onto the broom. 

Within a few seconds, Harry is already back at my height, three balls and two bats in his hands. 

"Where's the snitch?" I ask, looking around to see a flicker of a golden ball.

"You're not supposed to touch it before the game- I let it go already."

"Oh, huh. Okay."

Harry throws a bat at me. "Think fast!" He shouts, and I barely catch it, almost falling off of my broom. "Woah there!" He says, laughing at me.

"Harry!" I say, regaining my balance and looking into his eyes. 

"What are you staring at, Celeste?" Harry says mockingly, raising his eyebrows. "I mean- I know I'm awfully handsome, a lot of people tell me that, but this is certainly-"

"Woah WOAH WOAHH okay!" I raise my voice, attempting to drown out his. Harry grins.

"Alright, alright," He breathes, running a hand through his messy hair. "Let's play some real quidditch now, shall we?"

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Harry and I play on the field for around two hours, and the sun starts to set, which means our curfew is nearing. I've gotten used to the height, and have gotten used to using a bat to beat the shit out of Draco-

Nevermind. That wouldn't be so beneficial to my house, would it?

I help Harry put the brooms away in the shed, and place the bats and the balls back into the chest. Of course, Harry found the snitch within thirty minuets of the practice, so we used the bats after. 

"You know," Harry says to me, as we walk back through the corridors, our footsteps echoing off the floor. "You'd be a really great beater - I mean, that ball you hit with the bat earlier was amazing, it seemed so effortless.

"Thanks, Harry." I guess I was pretty good at Baseball in Physical Education back in the states. "Harry... Harry." 

"Hm?"

"I don't know, Harry seems a bit boring to me, doesn't it?"

The stairs move around as we stand on it. 

"What do you mean?"

"Do you have any nicknames?" I ask, admiring the corridor. 

"Nah, no. Not really."

"Well, Harry Potter, I am honoured." I start, as we near the Fat Lady. "I get to give you your first nickname..."

"Oh yeah?" He grins, opening the portrait, revealing the common room after whispering the password. "After you, M'lady." Harry gestures, and I thank him as I go in first. 

"Yeah... do you prefer... Haz, or Har?"

"Hm, Haz sounds a bit weird, don't you think?"

"Yeah, maybe that's why it should be you!"

"Hm, okay (Y/N)." 

I see the fire glitter welcomingly. Harry and I each stand on our staircase.

"Goodnight - wait, I need to give you a nickname, (Y/N)!"

"Oh?"

I see his emerald eyes scan the room, his lean body casting a shadow behind him. His hair turns a more mousey brown colour due to the light radiating off the fire. "Mhm, I know what to call you, (Y/N)."

"What is it, Haz?"

"Bean."

"Bean?"

"Yeah, Bean."

"Why?"

Harry quickly jogs over to the wooden table laying in the middle of the Gryffindor common room. He picks something up, and nears towards me. He's ever so close to me. Harry looks down and smiles, his eyes revert to mine. He holds out a red and white stripped box.

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, so, I call you Bean."

My heart warms up a little inside. 

"You have a wide range of moods and characteristics, a range of qualities. When I first met you, I thought that we would never be close, we're so, different. But, it's like you're unpredictable, like you don't know what flavour you're going to get when you eat a jelly bean. Can I tell you which jelly bean I like best?"

"Yeah, yes," I breathe, no one has ever said something like this to me.  

"Cherry, because you're sweet, and kind, but you can also be brave and strong."

I already feel pink coming up on my cheeks.

"And you look like a cherry right now, goodnight, Bean!" Harry says, handing me the box of jelly beans, flashes a wink at me, and climbs up the stairs to his dorm.