❝Listening to you speak is absolute torture, Diggory.❞
❝Oh really Malfoy? Just looking at your unfortunate dye job is torture!❞
Arden Diggory, best known for being the Triwizard Champion's younger, charming sister, is also known for her endle...
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The Quidditch Fight word count: 3572
"Arden, no one hates Quidditch," Harry laughed, squeezing onto Arden's hand as they walked towards the Quidditch field with the Gryffindor team trailing far behind them.
Arden rolled her eyes, "okay I never said I hate it, but bloody hell it can be a bore to watch sometimes,"
"Surely not while I'm playing," Harry teased.
"Oh even more so. You're too good!" She joked. "Watching an easy win is far less entertaining than a close match." Harry chuckled at her compliment disguised as an insult. Arden never was the biggest fan of Quidditch, mainly because she didn't like not knowing when the match would finish. Games have lasted hours at Hogwarts, which have cost her many hours of doing anything else rather than sitting in a dirty seat watching people fly around.
But of course she would always attend Harry and Cedric's matches to support them when they played, and knowing that both of their teams consisted of great players, it wasn't always bad watching them play. She just hated being dragged to games against the Slytherins where they would always bend the rules and play dirty, and coincidentally, today was a match against the Slytherins.
Once they had reached the locker rooms, Arden held Harry's face in her hands and pulled him into a 'good luck' kiss. Harry found his hands on her waist as he kissed her back, refusing to pull away from her. A strong force however pulled Arden away from him. Opening his eyes, he looked up to see a slightly displeased Fred who was ruffling Arden's curly hair teasingly before walking away.
"I'll have none of that, children!" Fred sang, leaving them to go into the locker room. Arden rolled her eyes at Fred's antics, and simply waved Harry goodbye before leaving to find Hermione in the seats. Once she had left, Harry cursed out Fred in the change rooms, only causing Fred to laugh. "You're too handsy, Potter," he teased, nudging Harry before leaving to change into his uniform.
"Could say the same about you and Angelina!" Harry called out to Fred, earning Harry a middle finger pointed at him as Fred disappeared. Harry rolled his eyes and geared up for his Quidditch match, feeling confident that Gryffindor would beat Slytherin. Walking out of the change rooms, he noticed Ron fidgeting with his Quidditch gloves, showing clear signs of nervousness. It was his first game of Quidditch on the Gryffindor team, and he didn't feel like he was a great player, but some how made the team.
Harry furrowed his brow, placing a firm grip on Ron's shoulder in reassurance. "You alright, mate?" He asked. Ron simply nodded quickly.
"Yeah, just first game nerves, y'know?" Ron chuckled, brushing off his anxiety.
"Ron, you're a good player, you're gonna do great today. Besides, those dirty Slytherins never beat us, so you know we'll win today," Harry reassured. Ron laughed, nodding his head in the direction of the pitch so they could set up the team and begin the game.
