𝘼𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

10

I nodded and bolted out of there. I think I was the fastest one to leave the stands as everyone looked at me like I was crazy. But they wouldn't know exactly where I would be going. And finally I reached the tent and opened the door to see... Harry James Potter. He was currently sitting on a bed getting his arm healed by by a medic. His back was turned towards me, but when Cedric saw me (with an ice pack on his head), Harry turned his head at the mention of my name. Actually, I think it was the mention of my name. No creepy sixth sense shit happening here.

"[Y/N]." I don't know why but the way Harry James Potter said my name made my heart flutter.

"Hi." I replied awkwardly before smiling.

I didn't know what was wrong with my feet, but I just stood there. Smiling at him with him smiling back at me.

"Its been five minutes already. Can you walk towards him please or is the sexual tension between you two too much to dig your way through?" asked Cedric.

I didn't know he could be that snippy. I sent a glare at him before walking up to Harry and wrapping my arms around his neck. He winced when I touched his shoulder. I could feel the medic glaring at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked him cupoing his face, his soft black hair tickling my finger tips.

"Do you not see this?" he gestured to his arm.

I laughed at that. A really loud laugh that earned me several disapproving looks from the medics, the other champions, the other champions guests, and the headmaster (Maxime)  of Beauxbatons. But I didn't care. All I cared about was this green eyed boy with a lightning shaped scare on his forehead.

"I meant besides that, dork." I told him. "Besides any injuries. Are you okay? Mentally and emotionally?"

"The fear and panic subsided after the adrenaline rush died down. At the moment, I'm just glad you're here wity me." Harry said smiling at me.

"Excuse me, but can you step away from your boyfriend? I would really like to finish fixing him up before lunch." the medic told us.

I took a step back away from Harry. "Actually, we're not together. We're just friends."

"Could've fooled anybody. Hell, you two fooled me!" the medic told us tending tonthe cuts on Harry's face.

Harry's handsome face.

WHAT THE HONEST TO GOD FUCK!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Okay, calm down [Y/N]. It was nothing. It had to be nothing. Right? I heard the tent open up again to see Hermione and Ron standing there. The smartest person I knew waved at me while Ron just hsd this passive look on his face. I turned back towards Harry to see him tensing slightly. Almost on instinct, I grabbed his uninjured hand and started fiddling with his fingers. I noticed the look the medic was giving me snd brushed it off.

"You did good, Harry." Hermione complimented standing in front of the two of us.

Ron grumbled something from beside her to which Hermione elbowed him in the stomach. "You did fine, Harry."

"Yeah, no thanks to you." Harry retorted.

"No. No. I helped. I was the one that told Hagrid where the dragons were. I went down to visit my brother when I heard he was here." Ron explained.

He and Harry shared a look before they fist bumped each other. Me and Hermione shared a look that essiky said boys.

"So, when do you have a Slytherin girlfriend?" asked Ron.

"I'm not his girlfriend." I told him.

"Yeah, she's not my girlfriend. She's my friend." Harry told him.

"Since when are you friends with a Slytherin?"

"She's been more help to me these past few weeks than you." Harry redirected.

"Touché. But why are you friends with the girl Malfoy has an obvious crush on?"

"Draco Lucius Malfou does not have a crush on me. Plus, he's not my type."

"Not a fan of blonde hair? What is your type? Darker hair? Red?"

"No! I don't like arrogant assholes and/ or related to the family that is the definition of prejudice fucktards."

Ron turned to Harry with a smile on his face. "I like her. Where can we get another one?"

I smacked Ron for that.