𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟕 - 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝, but that didn't stop Ophelia from dressing up in the warmest clothing she owned to prepare for the freezing cold. Hermione was practically buzzing from last nights revelation that Ophelia had bestowed on her, she was hovering around her like a bee.

"'Mione? Do me a favour and keep what I said last night to yourself. If it gets out I will know exactly who told."

"I won't! Remember? I promised!"

"Damn straight! Come on we better head of to the quidditch pitch."

Hermione pulled a face as if to say to watch Harry, earning a light shove in the boob from Ophelia, the two-headed out of the common room, noticing a few stragglers charming their shoes to be water-proof. Strangely, she couldn't spot Harry in the crowd walking towards the pitch.

He must already be there. She thought to herself.

Ophelia looked up at the sky above them, they were dark and swirling above in the clouds, a worried expression falling on her face.

Those clouds look rather ominous.

"'Mione? Do you have a weird feeling too?"

"A what? No. Course I don't like him like that-"

Hermione fretted, her head shaking vigorously at the thought.
Ophelia groaned slightly and explained herself better.
"No. As in a gut feeling something bad is going to happen?"

"You're being silly, Harry knows how to play quidditch, stop worrying!" Hermione exclaims, giving Ophelia a knowing look, which earned a glare right back.

They start doing a cautious jog towards the pitch, they notice the Weasley Twins waving them over. They approach, holding their hoods tightly of their faces, Ophelia notices that they're holding face-paint pots.

"Hey ladies, can you put this on us?"

"Can't you put it on each other?" Hermione says, voice suspicious, thunder rumbles above them and one of the Weasley twins notice the concerned expression on her face, he puts a hand on her shoulder, Hermione runs off up the stairs to get into the stands.

Fred says "It's alright Lia, we've played in worse before. No need to fret, you gonna lather our faces in paint then?"

"Hermione has a point you know?" she says, her eyebrows raising.

George chuckles, flashing Ophelia a charming wink. "We'd probably botch it up on each other, plus it would be nice to be handled by such a strong and good-looking lady."

It was Ophelia's turn to scoff, "I think you two should lather one another, thank you very much."

Fred laughs and says "You're feisty aren't ya? Come on, two lines one yellow one red? Fair?"

Rolling her eyes she gives in, pulling her good hand out of her pocket to dip two fingers into the two separate paint pots they were holding up, using her other hand she turned their chins to face her and ever so gently drew lines on both of their cheeks making sure to get the last of the face paint on their faces. Nodding in satisfaction, she looked back up at them noticing they were grinning down at her.

"Cheers love." they both chimed at the same time before disappearing behind a curtain, to where she imagined the teams prepared before the match.

She turns to go up the stairs to the quidditch area when she feels someone grab on her sleeve.

"What now Fred?- Oh hi Harry," she says, turning around to find herself pleasantly surprised by Harry standing on the step below her.

"What was that about Fred?" he asks, a look of confusion flashing across his damp face, she shakes her head and replies comfortingly with