Enemies to Lovers: DreamNotFound Hogwarts AU

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A/N: Who knew that this type of "sport" was so hard to write? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the chapter :) Lmk if you have any requests of what you want to happen further into the story and I'll see if I can add them in!

George bit his lip nervously, his eyes darting back and forth from the fellow try-outs to the professors. For some reason, while he was sleep-deprived at 6 am the previous morning, he had written his name on a ballot to try out for quidditch - or to at least learn it. He scanned the people from his house and only saw two people he recognised in total: Clay and Blade. George mentally shook his head: he felt like he couldn't go to either of them for help. Blade seemed angry at Clay and Clay seemed like he didn't want to speak to Blade. 

"Ravenclaw and Slytherin line up to the left, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff to the right." Rolanda Hooch boomed. George trudged to the crowd of Slytherins and stood to the furthest corner of the group, trying to not be spotted. Well, that plan failed. George felt a tap on his shoulder.

"George! I didn't think that you'd be the type for quidditch," Clay grinned.

"Not the type for quidditch? What does that even mean?" George said in mock anger and breaking out into a smile. 

"Nothing nothing. Hey George?" Clay fiddled with the drawstrings on his quidditch uniform. George hummed a response.

"I'm sorry about breaking your quill, I really am. I know it's special to you - maybe you can tell me how you got it after practice?" Clay said shyly, to which George hesitated but nodded.

"...And so! We'll begin by mounting our brooms and flying up to my level." Madam Hooch announced. George turned around and found her several feet in the air on her broom. He gulped. His professor gave the command and everyone mounted their brooms; he followed.

"Up!" He muttered. George's broomstick levitated to about waist level which allowed him to sit on it. He flew on the broom to his teacher's height - slightly wobbly admitted, but he got there in the end. George took a glance at Clay and stared at him flying, he was floating around almost effortlessly, sometimes moving a little to talk to some of his Slytherin friends but was overall graceful. George watched the way his mouth would form a tilted smile and a dimple would show. He had never noticed the dimple, or maybe Clay hadn't smiled like this before. Clay's gaze met George's and he gave George a wave before returning to his conversation. George's eyes widened as he realised he had been staring for the last minute and not listening to their professor. He shakily made his way on his broom to Clay, bumping into him and grabbing onto his shoulder to balance him.

"Sorry- I wasn't paying attention, what are we supposed to be doing?" George tugged Clay's arm. Clay let out a small laugh.

"We have to get in partners and fly through the hoops nearest to the ground, see?" Clay pointed to the three hoops that were in fact not that close to the ground, but they weren't the highest hoops either. George looked around for people he could partner with and frowned.

"Come on idiot, let's partner up together and get this over with." Clay linked his arms with George's playfully then let go to steer his broom down to one of the hoops. He looked back.

"Come on George!" Clay called, grinning. George followed slowly, trying his best to not fall down on the ground. He figured that if he fell he'd at least break an arm. Maybe a leg too. 

"You can do it, look just copy what I do." Clay looked at George before gliding through the hoops and finishing through the end one. George took a gulp and attempted to follow Clay. He picked up the pace and moved quickly - too quickly. George hurled into Clay and toppled off his broom, dragging Clay with him to meet the ground. Both of them rolled on the ground, sharp stones jabbing into their sides. George groaned and closed his eyes, feeling the drowsiness overcome him and take him into a slumber.