The crowds went wild, screaming, as both teams soared high above the stands. You looked down at your cheering house and beamed. This was where you belonged. This is what you wanted to do for the rest of your life. You didn't have a single doubt about that.
The Slytherin team circled the stadium, showing off their speed, agility, and skill. Feeling the wind rush past, you led your team towards the middle of the field. From here, you had a direct view of the Hufflepuff stands. You lowered your broom, hovering about five feet above Madam Hooch's head. You scanned the yellow and black stands, searching for him, but it was far too crowded to see. You were just about to give up, when out of the corner of your eye, you saw his taffy coloured curls, blowing wildly in the wind. You turned your head to look at him.
Cedric was jumping up and down, waving his arms about, uncontrollably. You rolled your eyes, unable to prevent the smile from spreading to your lips. He thought that was inconspicuous? He fell stagnant as soon as you met his gaze. He grinned, blowing you a kiss. Heat raced to your cheeks and your stomach plummeted. You quickly averted your eyes, hoping that he hadn't noticed your momentary discomfort.
The screech of Madam Hooch's whistle shook you out of your daze as the crowds fell completely silent. The game was beginning. The Gryffindor team had positioned themselves directly across from your own team, jaws clenched in anticipation. The white haired woman peered up at both groups of students, her yellow hawk-like eyes, glimmering.
"Now... I want a nice, clean game..." she paused, eyeing your team suspiciously, making you roll your eyes. "From all of you... Captains, Ms. Middlebrook, Mr. Wood, please shake hands to indicate your understanding of fair play and then the game shall begin." You scoffed, glaring daggers into Wood, as you shook his hand reluctantly.
"You're going down, Wood," you snarled, making him frown in frustration. The game was just about to commence, when you let your gaze drift, hovering above Wood's head. There, on a brand new Nimbus 2000, sat none other than the boy who lived. You held in a surprised gasp as you scrutinized the scar on his forehead. Gryffindor's new seeker was Harry Potter? A first year? He was Wood's secret weapon? You shot Terence a look of confusion as he too noticed the black haired first year, in scarlet robes. He shrugged, as you turned back to face the center of the field. Madam Hooch gave both teams a thumbs up just before she kicked open a small, rectangular box, laying in the middle of the field.
A small golden ball flew past your face, the snitch whizzing about and disappearing from sight, with Terence in a determined pursuit, as two heavy, black balls swooped past your head. "The Golden Snitch is up, followed by the two bludgers," Lee Jordan commented into a large gold megaphone. The screech of a whistle pierced the air and a red ball came sailing up from the ground, followed by a third whistle shriek, as you reached up and caught the Quaffle.
"The Quaffle has been released! It is now in, Slytherin Team captain, (Y/N) Middlebrook's possession. Wow! Would you look at her go. She's headed straight for the goal posts! She throws the ball and...scores! Ten points to Slytherin!" You beamed as Lee reviewed your plays. Flint had captured the ball and was heading toward you. He threw the Quaffle in your direction, grabbing it, you turned and raced back towards the circular hoops. Adrian flew past Wood, distracting him, as you aimed, and once again, scored. Now that is what you called, teamwork. Your Chasers moving in complete synchronization like a well oiled machine. "Another 10 points for Slytherin! Come on Gryffindor! Step up your game! What the hell are you doing, Wood? Kick those Slytherin's..."
"Mr. Jordan!" Professor McGonagall's voice echoed through the stadium as she scolded Lee's biased commentary. You rolled your eyes, once again focusing your attention on the Quaffle. Much to your dismay the ball was now in Gryffindor Angelina Johnson's possession. You exchanged glances with your fellow Chasers and with a nod, all three of you sped after the dark haired girl. Adrain was just about to make a grab for the Quaffle, when an earsplitting scream struck the air. You scanned the field, your (E/C) eyes landing on the Gryffindor Seeker.
The whole school's eyes were soon glued to Harry, as his broom attempted to buck him off. With each jerking turn, the broom rose higher and higher above the field. It was as if someone was purposefully trying to kill him. Again. You heard cackles from the crowd of Slytherin's, but you stayed emotionless. You weren't the nicest Slytherin, that was for sure, but you weren't wicked like some of the others—those of course being the people who tended to define the stereotypes of your particular house. While you could be cruel and down right hateful, you certainly didn't want anything to happen to Harry, even if he was a Gryffindor. You didn't know what to do or how to help or if you should even try.
Someone nudged you in the ribs. You turned to see Adrain holding up the Quaffle. He cocked his head to the side in question. You nodded and rounded up your team, with the exception of Terence, who was still searching for the Snitch. While the rest of the Gryffindor's were preoccupied, your team would seize the opportunity to score as many points as possible. You shot one more glance at Potter, before taking the bright red ball and throwing it through the goal posts, though it didn't give you the same rush as it would have, had Wood been guarding it.
You could make out the sound of the buzzer going off in the background, signaling that another point had been scored. You regained control of the Quaffle when someone called your name. You traced the vice back to Flint, turning towards him. He pointed to the stands that housed all of your Professors and you instantly noticed the issue. Professor Snape was on fire! You soared towards the stands, trying desperately to get his attention.
"Professor! Professor Snape! Your cloak, sir! Professor! You are on fire!" You shouted at the greasy haired man. He looked at you in confusion and irritation until he processed what you were trying to say. He stood up, abruptly, knocking over Professor Quirell in the process, as the crowd behind you burst into a sudden fit of cheers.
You spun around, just in time to see Harry regain his balance and start heading at full speed towards Terence. The Snitch. They'd found the Snitch. You watched anxiously as Harry began to catch up with your. Slytherin teammate. They were neck and neck, beginning to plummet towards the ground, never taking their eyes off of the golden ball. The noise inside your head was deafening as you held your breath, this was the make or break moment.
Time seemed to freeze, as you were barely able to process what was happening. You watched as Terence came to a skidding halt to prevent himself from crashing into the dirt, but Potter kept going. He unsteadily rose, standing on his broom, arm outstretched, before he lost his footing. He tumbled to the ground, as you held your breath, waiting for the crash. Harry landed on his rear and quickly began to cough and sputter. You averted your eyes. Oh My God! For Merlin's sake! He's going to be sick!
But then you heard it and your entire body seethed with rage, your eyes turning the most violent shade of crimson as they caught fire in pure rage. "My God! Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! He has been awarded 150 points! Gryffindor wins!"
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Too Shy To Tell You (Cedric Diggory x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) Middlebrook was terribly excited for her fourth year at Hogwarts, but at the same time, she was extremely anxious. This was the year she wanted to tell her crush that she was hopelessly in love with him. But how? Cedric Diggory. He was practic...
