Harry Potter Characters X Reader

18: Smile

TW: fighting. Rating: insinuation

I shoved my quidditch robes in my gym bag angrily. How did we lose against them?

"I fucking hate Wood," Roger muttered.

The rest of the team mumbled in agreement.

That was my cue to leave.

I showered more thoroughly than in the locker room, including shampooing and conditioning my hair as well as shaving. It was too late already. I fell asleep quickly, hearing a party in our opponent's tower.

After eating lunch, I went on a walk to clear my head. As I came back into the castle, I heard shouting nearby. I was going to ignore it, but it was in my path. Roger. Fucking dammit, what this time? Oh fuck, he's got Wood.

"Don't make me hurt you," Wood warned.

"Shut the fuck up," Roger muttered and shoved Wood back against the wall, likely for the second time.

I approached Roger calmly and put my hand on his shoulder. "Hey," I interjected pointedly. That's all the lecturing I had the capacity for and likely all Roger would take from me.

He only glared at me.

"No need to be a prick, alright?" I pulled back on his shoulder, and it was enough to take him off balance.

He stumbled back a bit, and his glare hardened. "Traitorous bitch."

"What did you just say to me?" I asked, stepping up myself.

"You're being a fucking bitch." He shook off my hand and walked away.

"Davies!"

He kept walking.

"Roger! Roger?" I called as he continued without looking back. I let out an exasperated sigh and followed him.

Finally, I caught up to him.

"Roger, stop it."

"I'm telling you the truth," he answered with a shrug.

"Roger, I don't give a shit about Wood, okay?" Total lie. "You can't get in trouble. It'll cost the entire team."

He studied my eyes before sighing. "I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't lash out at you just because I'm mad at Wood."

"Thank you. Library or dorm?"

"Biblioteca," he answered, taking my hand.

***

A week later, I heard rumors about Davies trying to start a fight with Wood. Roger denied it immediately without listening to me. So I decided to ask Wood.

"Hey, Weasley twins?" I asked, putting a hand on each's shoulder.

"Yes?" they asked together.

"Have either of you seen Wood?" I asked gently.

"He's probably by the lake near the Quidditch pitch," one answered.

"Why though?"

"Thank you... Name, please?"

"Fred," he answered.

"Thank you, Fred. And why is simple. I've heard my captain has been trying to batter yours."

"Wood said he tried to the day after the match and that you stopped him. You trying to keep the peace?" George asked.

"Partially. I've heard whispers of Davies keeping his shit up and want to know for sure."