Hidden: The Beginning||Harry Potter various[YEAR 3-4]

3.18

Y/N POV

Kayden looked at Cedric and cringed; she gave him a look like judging, disgusted look. "Ew, no."

"Huh? What do you mean? Sure, my glasses are almost the same as Potter's. However, I would NEVER EVER look like him." Easton stood up from his seat and argued. He slammed his hand to the table, which made a loud noise and got everyone's attention.

"Sush!" hushed Aunt Irma.

"Sorry." Easton sat down and hid himself from embarrassment from the crowd.

The others were snorted and tried to hide their laugh.

"It's not funny."

"It's a bit funny," I said and giggled.

"Whatever. I'm done with my essay anyway." Easton quickly grabbed all of his belongings and put them in his bag.

"I was just playing with you. You do not look like him. I was implying that you two have the same type of glasses, " Cedric said.

He's trying so hard not to make Easton mad at him, but if you make that boy angry, he'll be angry with you forever unless you apologise. The chances of that are 0000000.5%. You'll have to give him an offering to make him not cross with you.

Easton looked at him and left the table without saying anything to us. "You got him mad. Also, why would you even say that? That's like an insult to us." Benjamin shook his head in disappointment, and the Slytherins nodded in approval.

"But I was merely joking..."

"We know, but Easton is a bit sensitive on his looks. He is handsome, but he's sensitive on that topic." Henry stood up and patted Cedric's shoulder.

"We'll talk to him and give you two some privacy." Benjamin smiled at us.

"Good luck," Kayden says as she continues writing her essay. You know you're coming with us, right?" Henry rolls his eyes.

"No."

"Yes, now stand up." Kayden groaned. "I haven't even finished yet", she mumbled.

"I'll help you on it."

"I don't need your help. I don't want to move right now,"

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No one's pov.

"How's Quidditch, by the way? Aren't you going against the Gryffindors tomorrow?" Cedric and Y/N wandered around the castle to catch up during their break.

"Yeah, we are. I'm excited about it. Do you think we'll win?" questioned Cedric, giving Y/N a sweet smile.

She could sense her cheeks warming up. She looked away to conceal her red face. "I don't want to bet since I have friends in the Gryffindor house, and I'm sure if they find out, they'll get mad at me over it." she sighed.

He let out a small laugh and patted her head. "Don't worry about it; you can cheer for both teams. It doesn't have to be one team," stated Cedric.

The next day was worse. The storm's noise was even louder in the common room, even if the Slytherins were in the dungeon. The storm was still audible. Quidditch matches weren't called off for trifles like thunderstorms.

When the five Slytherins went outside to the quidditch field, it was considerably more than a bit of rain. The popularity of Quidditch was such that the whole school turned out to watch the match as usual, but they ran down the lawns toward the Quidditch field, heads bowed against the ferocious wind, umbrellas being whipped out of their hands as they went.

Just before Harry entered the locker room, Harry saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle laughing and pointing at him from under an enormous umbrella on their way to the stadium.