The Night We Met

Elasti-man & A Subconscious Bilingual

"Y/n we're going to miss it WAKE UP!"

Y/n jolted awake to the sound of Hermione's voice and Parvati Patil jumping on her bed.

"Oh god it's today isn't it?" Y/n got up groggily.

Lavender nodded apologetically from across the room.

"Oh good Merlin where are my clothes?"

Padma checked her watch, "We need to leave in 15,"

"Fifteen minutes?!" Y/n groaned, grabbing her clothes and heading for the bathroom.

"Well we're not the ones who woke up at quarter past eight," Parvati shrugged.

"Lavender have you seen my jumper?" Y/n called.

"Nope!"
"It's on your dresser!" Hermione replied hastily, "Hurry up would you, I need to pee!"

"Hang on Hermione my shirt is inside out!"

Time Skip

The girls eventually got to the stands in time for the game. As first of the year, they'd hit it off again with Gryffindor versus Slytherin. A fiery match.

"I hope Wood doesn't land from fifteen metres high again," Y/n said bitterly.

"I'll bet you three galleons he doesn't fall from his broom," One of the twins said behind her.

Y/n turned around, "Allright, you're on, I'll say something happens involving Wood getting knocked off!"

Hermione tutted in disapproval, "It's foolish to bet on such a thing,"

"It's harmless," Y/n shrugged.

"But now you're hoping Wood falls off," Hermione sighed.

"Good point actually, I'll make it five," Y/n chuckled.

"Don't worry Hermione," Ron chuckled, "If Wood falls you can always spell him into not dying!"

Hermione smiled against her will and rolled her eyes, "Sure Ron,"

"Ooh they're starting," Y/n watched closely.

As time flew, Gryffindor wasn't doing so well.

It was obvious that the Nimbus 2001s were helping Slytherin more than they needed and a 30-90 was the score.

"Ooh close one," Y/n shook her head as Harry was nearly obliterated by a bludger.

"Ow! There goes your five galleons Fred," George chuckled as the front of Wood's broom was turned to splinters.

"Great Merlin," Y/n shook her head, extending an arm behind her for the money.

Fred rolled his eyes and thumped the money into her hand.

"Blimey," Hagrid looked through his binoculars beside them, "Harry's got himself a rogue bludger, that one's been tampered with that has!"

Ron extended his wand.

"No!" Hermione shook her head, lowering his arm, "Even with a proper wand it's too risky, you could hit Harry!"

Harry managed to expertisely lead the bludger into a Ravenclaw stand, where it remained.

"Hey hey!" Y/n clapped, "Harry's brilliant!"

"You seem surprised," Ron chuckled.

"Well I mean he could outplay the Chudley Cannons at this rate," Y/n snorted.

Ron stopped chuckling.

"I'm kidding Ron, though they do need a better seeker," Y/n shrugged.

"True that," Ron watched the game, "Galvin Gudgeon is dead awful, last game with the Tutshill Tornados, he fell off his broom trying to catch a bumble-bee!"