Harry Potter x Reader
In which a young witch struggles with her developing feelings for her best friend
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"I have loved you for years Harry- it's why I drank the poison, its why I pushed you out of the way of...
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As the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, drew nearer, the D.A. meetings were put on hold because Angelina insisted on almost daily practices. The fact that the Quidditch Cup had not been held for so long added considerably to the interest and excitement surrounding the forthcoming game. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were taking a lively interest in the outcome, for they, of course, would be playing both teams over the coming year; and the Heads of House of the competing teams, though they attempted to disguise it under a decent pretense of sportsmanship, were determined to see their side's victory. Y/n realized how much Professor McGonagall cared about beating Slytherin when she abstained from giving them homework in the week leading up to the match.
"I think you've got enough to be getting on with at the moment," she said loftily. Nobody could quite believe their ears until she looked directly at Harry, Y/n and Ron and said grimly, "I've become accustomed to seeing the Quidditch Cup in my study, and I really don't want to have to hand it over to Professor Snape, so use the extra time to practice, won't you?"
Snape was no less obviously partisan: He had booked the Quidditch pitch for Slytherin practice so often that the Gryffindors had difficulty getting on it to play. He was also turning a deaf ear to the many reports of Slytherin attempts to hex Gryffindor players in the corridors.
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces. The skies and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale, pearly gray, the mountains around Hogwarts became snowcapped, and the temperature in the castle dropped so far that many students wore their thick protective dragon skin gloves in the corridors between lessons.
The morning of the match dawned bright and cold. Y/n had awoken early and rather quickly gotten herself dressed to go down for breakfast, wanting to avoid the usual jeers from the Slytherins, seating herself in her usual seat, though she'd not bothered to put any food on her plate, instead she gazed into one of the windows, watching the sky for signs of storm, fidgeting with her fingers, eyes closing for a moment to still any nerves welling up in her stomach, only opening them when she felt someone slide up beside her, hearing something smelling strongly of cinnamon with the faintest scent of peppermint, something strangely smokey and an earthy scent she couldn't quite pick out beneath all the cinnamon.
"Little pick-me-up for you." Angel spoke, pushing a small flask towards her a rather strange look in his eye.
"What's in it?" Y/n asked suspiciously, taking the flask in her hand.
"Cocoa."
"Mm... festive... why's it smell of smoke?"
There was a flicker in Angel's expression, before a sly grin came across his lips.
"I slipped some uh- fire whiskey in there for you... helps with the nerves."
Y/n glanced briefly from Angel to the flask, before sliding it back to him.
