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quidditch lessons┃h‣potter

"Hey y/n, how about I offer you some quidditch lessons?" The smile lights Harry's entire demeanor, including his posture and light eyes. Any mention of quidditch, from him or any other person, is enough to give him the motivation he needs when feeling down.

"Harry, you know I can't fly, let alone being able to chase flying balls around everywhere." You make wild hand gestures as you speak, trying hard to deter Harry from his seemingly brilliant idea. He gives a small chuckle at your analogy.

"Alright y/n, you know that I can teach you," his smile still doesn't seem to fall from his face and you give a heavy sigh, already worrying about the outcome.

The sheer thought of the height contends your mouth to dry almost instantly. "Harry, I am going to fall off the god damn broom, and that is certain."

"Don't worry y/n, I can teach you!" He gives you a promising nod, as you still find yourself shaking your head in disbelief.

I can't believe I'm going to be doing this.

"How about after I finish this awful paper for Divination?" He looks back down at his quill, dripping with ink. A few chairs down sits Hermione and Ron.

While Hermione is scribbling furiously with a attentive smile on her face, Ron looks as if he's about to start balding from all the hair he's pulled, clothes stained with blotted ink. "Hermione..."

"Ron, you need to learn to do your own homework." She sighs, shutting one text book and grabbing another.

Boy, will he be in trouble once the exams start.

You smile, looking at your just finished product. Like everyone else, you are spoon feeding Professor Trelawney a bunch of lies, however she always eats them up: unless of course you are either Harry or Ron.

"What do you say y/n? Give it a chance, I promise if you don't like it this time I will never ask you to do it again. I solemnly swear." He sings the last line, leaving much up to interpretation.

"That you're up to no good?" Those words cast your own smile, knowing he will not give up until you say yes. Ron gives a small chuckle as you finish his sentence, watching the two of you with obvious notions.

"Would you just go with the sod? Don't make the Chosen One beg now," Ron taunts with a devilish smile.

So you do.

"Fine... okay Harry. But you will need to finish your paper first, and then we will go have some fun." He gives a small pout at your words, sulking in his silence.

After a moment, Harry puts the quill down on his all ready destroyed parchment and grabs your hand, eyes lighting up once more.

"I'll finish it later on tonight. I've been working so hard, I think I deserve a break."

You get up, shaking your head, "Harry, that's what you always say anytime you want to get out of homework."

"Do you spend your years avoiding major enemies?" He pokes back at you with quick wit, and chuckle.

"Slow your ego on this one, Harry."

He shrugs his shoulders with a wicked smile. "Y/n, you're starting to sound like Hermione."

"And? That's not an entirely bad thing."

Harry descends from the portrait door, leaving the Gryffindor common room in a hurry, pulling you along with him down and around the corridors.

"Harry, are you sure this is okay? That we won't be getting into any trouble for sneaking on the Quidditch field?" You raise your eyebrows, as you wait calmly for his calculated and convincing answer.