Harry Potter x Reader

First Year - Quiddich match

   "I'm not staring."
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Hello guys, welcome back for another chapter. I have an announcement to make. But you're gonna have to wait for it. My Slytherin readers will be very happy though. Enjoy!
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Harry's POV

November came in and the weather started to turn really cold. The mountains around the school became grey and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost.

On Saturday, me and (Y/N) would be playing in our first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, we'd move up into second place in the house championship.

Hardly anyone had seen us play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, me and (Y/N) should be kept secret. But the news had leaked out somehow, and I didn't know which was worse -- people telling me I'd be brilliant or people telling me they'd be running around underneath him holding a mattress but (Y/N) didn't take any of the insults, she threw some back. Things like:

"You'd probably need the matress for yourself after I'm done with you!"

I was lucky that I had Hermione as a friend now. She'd helped me with all my homework. She had also lent me Quidditch Through the Ages, which turned out to be a very interesting read.

I learnt quite a lot in that book. There was everything from the history of seekers to tactics of chasers. (Y/N) would peer over my shoulder every once in a while, I'd let her too. She lost interest in the book very quick though.

Hermione had become a bit more relaxed about breaking rules since the troll incident and she was much nicer for it. The day before my first Quidditch match, all of us were out in the freezing courtyard during break, and she had conjured them up a bright blue fire that could be carried around in a jam jar.

We were standing with their backs to it, getting warm, when Snape crossed the yard. Snape was limping. We moved closer together to block the fire from view; we were sure it wouldn't be allowed. Unfortunately, something about our guilty faces caught Snape's eye. He limped over. He hadn't seen the fire, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to tell us off anyway.

"What's that you've got there, Potter?"

It was Quidditch Through the Ages.

"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," said Snape. "Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor."

"He's just made that rule up," I muttered angrily as Snape limped away. "Wonder what's wrong with his leg?"

"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.

The Gryffindor common room was very noisy that evening. Ron, Hermione, (Y/N) and I sat together next to a window. (Y/N) was checking mine and Ron's charms homework for us. She would never let them copy ("All my hard work to just be stolen.") Though, I already knew she just wanted us to suffer for her entertainment.

I wanted Quidditch Through the Ages back, to take my mind off my nerves about tomorrow. Why should I be afraid of Snape? Getting up, I told Ron, Hermione and (Y/N) I was going to ask Snape if I could have it. (Y/N) just wanted an excuse to drop all the work and insisted she go with me.