The Philosopher's Stone | Hermione Granger x Male Reader (Book One)

10. The First Quidditch Match

Y/N's POV

One morning, I was walking around Hogwarts since I had woken up early and decided to go for a stroll. It was now November and winter was here. The mountains around the school were covered in ice and the Quidditch field was covered with a thin layer of frost.

Speaking of Quidditch, the Quidditch season had begun and this Saturday was the first Quidditch match. Gryffindor V Slytherin. Wood considered me as Gryffindor's secret weapon but news of me being the youngest seeker in a century quickly reached the rest of the school. There were now people saying that I was going to be brilliant and some other people saying that they were going to hold a mattress for me for when I fell.

"Hey Hermione, do you think I'll fall off my broom?" I asked Hermione, my head on the table.

Hermione looked up from her book. "No, I don't think you will. You're quite good you know."

The two of us were in the library doing homework, well, I had given up since I started thinking about the match.

"It'll be embarrassing if I fell." I sighed.

Hermione rolled her eyes before getting up and grabbing my hand. I couldn't help but go a little bit red. She dragged me all the way out the library and towards the trophy room. When we arrived we stopped at this cabinet and she said. "You won't embarrass yourself, Quidditch is in your blood."

She then pointed to a trophy with my father's name and the word CHASER engraved underneath. I had never heard my dad talk about school Quidditch. Another thought that popped up into my head was the name James Potter, he was the seeker and was Harry's dad. I was admiring the trophy when Hermione interrupted my thoughts.

"Mind if we go back to the library? I've got more work to do."

I nodded and the two of us walked back to the library. I was less nervous for the Quidditch match than before.

On the day of the match, I sat at the Gryffindor table playing with my breakfast.

"You gotta eat," Ron stated, "you need your energy."

Harry nodded and what Ron said. "You'll do great today Y/N." Harry said encouragingly.

By eleven o'clock I could see that the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats were high but it would still be difficult to see what was happening at times.

I was waiting nervously in the locker room, I would occasionally peer out and look at the Gryffindor stands. Once or twice I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione all with their Gryffindor scarves ready to cheer me on. This made me less nervous.

"Okay, men," Oliver Wood said, when we were in the changing rooms.

"And women," said Angelina Johnson, a chaser.

"And women," Wood agreed, "this is it."

"The big one," said Issac.

"The one we've all been waiting for," said George.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told me, "we were on the team last year."

"Shut up, you three," said Wood, "this is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it. Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."

Issac gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder before we all walked out. Immediately I heard the sound of the crowd's deafening cheers.

"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," Madam Hooch, who was refereeing, said to both captains.

"Mount your brooms please."

I mounted my Nimbus Two Thousand and took a few deep breaths. Once I heard Madam Hooch's whistle I kicked off and started flying.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor, what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too..." Lee Jordan, the commentator said.

"JORDAN!" I heard a voice shout.

"Sorry Professor." I heard Lee mumble.

I was focusing on the game but I also couldn't help but listen in to the commentary as well.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Issac L/N, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve...back to Johnson and...no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes...Flint flying like an eagle up there...he's going to sc-no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle...that's chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and...OUCH! That must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger...Quaffle is taken by the Slytherins...that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goalposts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger...sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which...nice play by the Gryffindor beater, anyway, and L/N in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off he goes...he's really flying...dodges a speeding Bludger...the goalposts are ahead...come on, now, Issac...keeper Bletchley dives...misses...GRYFFINDOR SCORE!"

I pumped my fist in celebration as we all celebrated Issac's goal.

The match went on for a few more minutes before I saw the shimmer of the Golden Snitch fly past Adrian Pucey of Slytherin.

Wasting no time I dived down following the Snitch, I was quicker than the other seeker and was reaching out to grab the Snitch when BAM!
A roar of rage echoed through the Gryffindor stands. Marcus Flint had blocked me on purpose and damn it hurt. Nevertheless, I regained myself and carried on watching the free shot at the goals we gained from Flint's foul.

Issac took the free shot and obviously scored. I cheered for my brother before carrying on. Suddenly I felt my broom start to move around before it jolted, I thought that I was going to fall and cling on to my broom.

I kept on clutching in hopes that I wouldn't be bucked off...