The following fortnight saw the best Quidditch practices Harry had known as Captain. His team was so pleased to be rid of McLaggen, so glad to have Katie back at last, that they were flying extremely well.
"It feels like everything is going the way it should be," Harry said as he and Ophelia climbed up to the castle from pitch hand in hand.
"I'm beginning to worry Slytherin might lose again this year," Ophelia chuckled.
"You should," Harry smirked and Ophelia shoved him playfully.
As the days unfurled like delicate petals, a sense of familiarity and warmth settled upon the tapestry of their lives. The exhilaration of Quidditch once again danced in the air, infusing every fiber of Harry's being with joy and a renewed sense of purpose. And in the embrace of Ophelia's presence, a beacon of solace and love, Harry couldn't help but believe that this was the epitome of perfection. A whispered thought echoed through his mind, a testament to the blissful harmony that enveloped them: "Nothing could ruin this."
"Don't jinx it," Ophelia laughed when Harry expressed his thoughts.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Harry grinned, leaning for a sweet deep kiss.
"I heard they're opening trips to Hogsmeade again," Ophelia said, leaning over the table of the empty classroom they entered. "Maybe you and I can go on a date."
"Oh right," Harry said, remembering the incident that happened on their last trip. "That sounds great."
In the midst of all his preoccupations, Harry had not forgotten his other ambition: finding out what Malfoy was up to in the Room of Requirement. He was still checking the Marauder's Map, and as he was unable to locate Malfoy on it, deduced that Malfoy was still spending plenty of time within the room. Although Harry was losing hope that he would ever succeed in getting inside the Room of Requirement, he attempted it whenever he was in the vicinity, but no matter how he reworded his request, the wall remained firmly doorless.
"Have you been able to get into the Room yet, without following Draco, I mean," Harry asked.
Ophelia shook her head softly. "No, it's getting a bit frustrating," she said frowning.
"I'm sure you'll find out soon," Harry said smiling.
Ophelia stared at him for a moment then smiled, "Yeah..."
But Harry could see the sadness in her eyes. He wanted to understand why but just then the door opened.
"Students are not meant to be in empty classrooms," Snape said, his voice cold.
"Sorry, sir," Ophelia said, grabbing Harry's hand and leading him out quickly.
A couple of days prior to the Ravenclaw match, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found themselves in the common room, engrossed in their studies before dinner.
"I don't understand this," Ron exasperated. "Why should I have to know if the Wiggentree is used for Wiggenweed Potion?"
"Wiggenweld," Hermione corrected. "It's a pretty important potion, it can heal any minor injuries."
"Minor injuries," Ron scoffed. "Doesn't sound very important to me."
Harry chuckled to himself and returned to the Prince's book.
"Has Ophelia told you any more about what Draco's up to?" Hermione asked.
Harry shook his head. "She still can't get in," he said, not looking up.
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RomanceOphelia thought she could change how her life is being managed, she thought she could be happy with Harry Potter, be the ignorant schoolgirl she's been wanting to be but she was very mistaken. Now she walks through her sunken dreams as she has taken...
