flying houses series

Desiderio Di Essere Amato (Part 2)

Summary: It’s your first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You had just been sorted into Hufflepuff, and your first year has officially just begun. You had everything planned out, everything was perfect. Until a certain Malfoy had to tamper with your plans, and change everything. Possibly for the better, possibly for the worse. 

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 3,547

Warnings: None. Possibly excitement ;)

A/N: I got an amazing reaction to part one to this multiple part series, so I was so excited to write the second part and present it to you guys that I just couldn’t resist! I hope you all like it, let me know what you think and if you want me to tag you in the future parts! xx

Part 1 | Part 3

The sorting ceremony had just ended, and the houses were finally given permission to dig into their feasts. Charlotte and Evangelina had also been sorted into Hufflepuff, only exciting you even more. Charlotte’s hand squeezed yours as she turned toward where the food was supposed to be place, finding it empty.

A frown casted its way upon her lips. “Where’s the food?” She had questioned just as it had suddenly appeared in front of you three.

A loud gasp simultaneously slipped past all your lips, causing an older year to smile at you three. “Exciting, isn’t it?” Said the boy, a welcoming grin lacing his lips. The boy was blessed with light brown hair that flopped over his forehead and a square face, perfectly combining with magical green eyes and a contagious smile. He had held his hand out to you first, since you were the closest to him. “Diggory. Cedric Diggory.” He introduced, you politely and shyly shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” You spoke softly, slightly intimidated by an older year talking to you. Cedric had noticed, but hadn’t said anything, not wanting to scare you off.

Instead, he turned to the two girls beside you, nodding a greeting to them.
“Don’t worry,” He tried to reassure you all, looking away only slightly to grab a chicken leg from the plate that settled itself in front of him. “you three are going to love it here.”

“Nonsense, they’re going to be terrified once they start their classes!” A new voice startled the three young girls, their heads twisting up into the air to spot an almost transparent figure floating in the air.

Cedric’s body shook as he laughed at the first year trio. “Hello, Sir. Nicholas! How was your summer?”

“Dismal. Once again, my request to join the Headless Hunt has been denied.” Said Sir. Nicholas.

Abruptly, Charlotte’s jaw dropped, examining the obvious ghost from head to toe. “I know you!” She shouted. “You’re Nearly Headless Nick!”

“I prefer Sir. Nicholas, if you don’t mind!” Bit the ghost.

Your eyebrows furrowed, your head tilting to the side. Cedric smirked as you asked the question he had also asked his first year. “Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?”

Yours, Charlotte’s, and Evangelina’s eyes almost popped out of your head as Sir. Nicholas had reached up to his head and pulled to the right.

“Like this!” He shouted, you three immediately groaning and gagging, turning away from the dead man and toward the feast.

Your expressions were priceless to Cedric, who instantly fell into a fit of laughter as he watched you three wretch. You had suddenly lost your appetite, deciding to just look around you. The size of the room had still amazed you, your mouth agape as your eyes landed on the table behind you that just so happened to be the Gryffindor table. You giggled as Sir. Nicholas startled Ron Weasley from his feast, popping his head up from the table. Your eyes looked away from Sir. Nicholas and to all the faces that surrounded the table. Hermione and Harry were sitting across from Ron, who sat by his brother and an older boy with short brown hair and chocolate eyes.

You looked away immediately, your heart racing at just one look at the boy. He was quite adorable, but he was too old for you. Your cheeks grew hot as your eyes suddenly caught Draco’s from across the room, a thrilled expression painted upon his face. He smirked at you, a sudden twinkle in his eyes. Shaking your head, you smiled at him and turned back around.

You had a feeling this year was going to be great…

“Come on! Let’s move it, please!” Hannah Abbott, a Prefect who had introduced herself to you, shouted at the Hufflepuffs’ and led you all down a long corridor. The walls felt suffocating as they practically towered over you.

You, Charlotte, and Evangelina watched as the Prefect paused before a small round door surrounded by green vines hanging from the walls, plants surrounding it. It was naturally beautiful, somehow reminding you of Narnia in a way. A slight giggle escaped your lips before Hannah turned to face the crowd behind her and began to talk.

“This,” she pointed behind her to the small door. “is the Hufflepuff common room entrance. There is only one way in, and one way out. Now, usually the other houses have passwords for their common rooms. However, we like to be a bit different.” The blonde girl had turned around with a smile, raising her hand up to the door and tapped two times in the middle of the second row, the lid immediately opening to reveal a long passageway.

“Woah…” Evangelina gasped just as Hannah turned back around to the first years.

“Be careful with the rhythm you use to tap on the lid. If someone were to use the wrong lid, it would think there were an intruder, and they will immediately be doused in vinegar and barred access. All it takes is two taps from the bottom, middle of the second row in the rhythm of ‘Helga Hufflepuff.’ Do not, and I repeat… Do not get it wrong.”  Hannah had disappeared through the passageway, and you followed suite, mimicking every step she took.

Soon, you were led into a round room, the flicker of the warm fireplace placed right by the lid illuminating the walls, warmth immediately enveloping you in a tight hug. Hushed whispers escaped the vibrant green plants that lined the light brown colored walls, the smell of peppermint and cinnamon mimicking the feeling of home. Yellow and black armchairs and sofas littered the room, looking comfy and inviting. The low-ceilinged, earthy room brought joy throughout your body, a smile lacing your lips as everyone else had begun to follow you in.

“This is beautiful.” You were breathless, speechless at what surrounded you. You looked to your side to Evangelina’s wide gray eyes searching her surroundings, Charlotte immediately walking up beside her with an almost identical expression.

“It is.” Evangelina agreed, her mouth slightly agape.

“Welcome to the Hufflepuff common room. You all will be coming here quite often, so you will need to know how to locate your rooms. Girl’s dormitories are to your right,” Hannah had pointed to a circular door to your right. “and boy’s dormitories are to your left.” She now pointed to your left, also revealing another circular door. “All your belongings should have already been brought up. More will be explained in the morning, but for the meantime, you all shall be getting ready for bed. Go on.”

Immediately, you three girls had scampered off through the door and to a copper-illuminated room, lamps lining the walls with four-poster beds covered in patchwork quilts. Bed-warmers hanged against the side of each bed, in case your feet were to get cold.

“This is mine!” Evangelina announced, running over to one of the beds and plopping blissfully onto it.

You searched your surroundings, spotting your belongings on a bed placed in the corner of the room, closest to a window with a ledge to sit on. You grinned, skipping over and greeting your cat. “Nice to see you again, Winnie.” You whispered before grabbing your belongings, unpacking, undressing, and readying yourself into bed with a huge smile on your face.

“Do you think tomorrow will be as exciting?” asked Charlotte through the comfortable silence.

You nodded through the dark, forgetting she couldn’t see you. “Yes,” you whispered, cuddling yourself more into the soft blanket that was now owned by you. “I do.”

It had been a week since your first year had started, and you were loving the new year! All your classes had sparked a huge interest in you, and you enjoyed the people who surrounded you. Everything was great. Well… at least up until now.

“Y/L/N!” A voice shouted as soon as you had left your Defense Against the Dark Art’s class, and you turned around to be greeted with a glaring expression by the one and only Draco Malfoy. He had left you alone since the odd, awkward moment you two had at the Sorting Ceremony, but today was different. He would not stop bugging you.

“Can I help you?” You asked nicely, a fake smile planting its way upon your lips. Immediately, you felt two presences beside your sides, and you looked to your right to spot Charlotte glaring at Draco, her emerald orbs burning holes into Draco’s face. To your left, you found Evangelina with the same exact expression.

Draco looked between the pair beside you, a sudden hesitant glow in his bright blue eyes. “This isn’t over, Y/L/N. We’ll meet again, surely. And your little puppets won’t be around to protect you, either.” He bit, glaring at the trio before storming off in anger.

“I think you lot scared him off.” You said with a smirk, your shoulders held high as you trudged to your next class with the two girls beside you on each side.

Evangelina smirked proudly, poking her chin up high in the air. “That was our plan.”

“We had overheard him speaking bad things about you before our Arithmancy class today, and I had told him off in front of his friends, slightly startling him.” explained Charlotte, a huge smile painted upon her lips.

An airy laugh escaped your lips as the three of you entered Potions together, immediately drawing everyone’s attention to you - including Draco Malfoy.

“Tell me again why he’s in this class?” Asked Charlotte sarcastically, lacing a smile upon your lips.

“Because he is! Now be nice!” You scolded, taking your seats in the very back row of the room.

After a minute of banter between the entire class, your Professor had barged into the room in an evident rush. Professor Snape immediately started talking, pausing in front of the room to turn toward the class.

“There will be no foolish wand-waving, or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don’t expect any of you to appreciate the subtle silence and the exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few…” Snape’s eyes immediately landed on Draco’s, and you watched as a slightly timid smile grew upon his face. “… possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death.”

Professor Snape’s eyes then landed on Harry Potter, who’s eyes were not on him, however, but on the notebook placed on his desk. “Then again… Maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable in which you feel confident enough to not. pay. attention.”

Everyone’s landed on Harry as he looked up at Potion’s Master Snape with an apologetic expression, immediately placing his quill back where i belonged. You could see the challenging glare in Professor Snape’s eyes as he moved closer to Harry with crossed arms.

“Mister Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added the powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?”

Almost immediately, yours and Hermione’s hand flew up into the air simultaneously, both of you quite eager to answer despite the tense silence of the room. Harry looked at both you and Hermione sheepishly, confusing lacing his features. You looked away to see Draco glaring at you from the front of the classroom. You smiled at him, and continued to wiggle your fingers in the air until Draco’s hand suddenly went up.

You watched as Harry shook his head. “You don’t know?” Harry shrugged.

Immediately, Professor Snape called on Draco to answer.

“It makes a sleeping potion so powerful that it becomes known as the Draught of Living Death.” Large amounts of confidence dripped through Draco’s tone as he looked back at you proudly.

You smiled at him, slightly glad he answered the question correctly, confusing him to the fullest.

He thought you would have been mad for answering the question before you could.

Professor Snape nodded, motioning he had gotten it correct, before he had turned back to Harry with a disappointed expression.

“Now, Potter, let’s try again, shall we?” He cocked his head. “Where would you look if I tell you to find me a Bezoar?”

Again, yours and Hermione’s hand raised in the air, your fingers wiggling slightly. Draco grimaced at you, not knowing the answer to this question. You ignored him as you watched Harry shrug.

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?”

Harry looked between you and Hermione again before repeating, “I don’t know, Sir.”

Professor Snape sighed before calling on you to answer. “A Bezoar is a stone that is taken from a goat’s stomach, that can save you from the most dangerous poisons. And the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane is a trick question. They are the same plant, and they both go by the name of Aconite.”

Snape had actually looked impressed with your answer, by the small hint of a smile upon his lips. You grinned, causing the two girls beside you to roll your eyes.

“Show off.” Whispered both of them before Snape looked back at Harry.

“Pity.” He paused. “Clearly fame isn’t everything, Mister Potter.”

After Potions class had ended, it was finally time for lunch. You, Charlotte, and Evangelina has skipped your way out of the Hufflepuff common room and into the Great Hall in no time, taking your seats next to Cedric.

“Hello, Y/N. Charlotte. Evangelina. How has your day gone so far?” Greeted Cedric with a kind smile, immediately digging into his food.

“Y/N had managed to show off for Professor Snape in Potions class. All I managed today was to scare boys off.” Charlotte had exclaimed, causing you and Cedric to laugh simultaneously.

“Nonsense. You couldn’t scare off a boy even you wanted to!” Cedric had patted your back, drawing your attention away from your food. “You impressed Professor Snape? That’s odd. Usually he doesn’t take kindly to Hufflepuff’s. Or anyone that is not in Slytherin, for that matter!”

Your head had looked behind to the Slytherin table across the room almost instantly, and you searched for bright blue eyes throughout the crowd. You found that they were already looking at you, a hatred burning in their deep blue oceans. You frowned, turning away in bewilderment.

Why is he always looking at you like that?

“Well, besides Draco Malfoy, Y/N had managed to make an impression on him also.” Charlotte announced, breaking you from your thoughts at the mention of his name. You looked at her to be met with her scolding green eyes.

She had saw you searching for him.

Cedric rolled his eyes. “Of course the Malfoy had impressed him, he’s a Slytherin. But Y/N, over here, isn’t. Now that’s what’s actually impressive!”

You smiled at Cedric for a moment, before looking down at your food, your thoughts creeping away from the current conversation and to the way Draco’s eyes pierced into yours.

And unfortunately, you could not get him out of your mind until lunch had ended, and you had begun another set of classes.

The sun beat down on your skin, radiating heat throughout your body as you stood in the middle of the Hogwarts courtyard, broomstick placed in front of you. Unfortunately, you didn’t have Charlotte or Evangelina in this class, but you did have Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

As you stood patiently in the sun, waiting for your Professor, you felt a pair of eyes watching you, looking up and searching the faces in your class. Your eyes caught Draco’s instantly.

Ugh, why does he do this everyday?!

“Good afternoon, class!” Madam Hooch’s voice ripped your eye contact away from Draco and to her as she walked between the two rows of students. 

“Good afternoon, Madam Hooch!” The class echoed, watching as she placed brown leather gloves on her hands and faced the class.

“Welcome to your first flying lesson!” She paused, placing her hands on her hips. “Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of your broomstick. Come on now, hurry up!”

The class followed their instructions, everyone immediately taking a few steps forward.

“Stick your right hand over the broom, and say ‘up!‘”

“Up!” you shouted, your broom instantly floating up from the ground and into your hand. You smiled proudly at it, causing Hermione to glare at you.
“Don’t ask me!” You explained to her, shrugging your shoulders. You looked ahead of you at Draco, who had shouted up a few more times before his broom had also floated into his hand.

He looked at you with pride, then noticed your broom already in your hand, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You smiled, cocking your head into the air.

“Nice to see you’ve finally got the hang of it!” You teased, casting a glare upon his face.

“Oh, shut it, Y/L/N!” He spat.

“With feeling!” Madam Hooch explained to the rest of the class, who had been struggling.

Suddenly, your eyes tore away from Draco’s to watch Ron’s broom smack him in the head, a groan escaping his lips as you and Harry laughed.

“Shut up, you lot!” Ron spat, a hint of a smile lacing his lips. 

Madam Hooch gained the class’s attention once everyone had their brooms in their hand. “Now, once you’ve got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it!” Everyone had immediately started to climb upon their brooms, you swinging your right leg over it. “Grip it tight! You don’t wanna be sliding off it in the air! Pick up from the ground, hard! Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, lean forward slightly, and touch back down. On my whistle.”

You listened to her count down from three, then blew her whistle, you immediately pushing yourself off from the ground.

“Uhhh…” You wavered in the air slightly, then got a grip on your broom, steadying yourself proudly then leaned forward a bit before setting back down on the ground. “Yes!” You cheered until something else had caught your attention.

Neville Longbottom had been floating in the air, unable to land back down. You mumbled an ‘oh no’ under your breath as you watched him float away.

“HELP!” He had yelled before he wavered in the sky rapidly. You scowled at the sight as he flew through the air, bumping against the building then suddenly flying back to the ground and toward the class.

“Mister Longbottom!” Hooch had yelled, taking out her wand before the whole class ran out of the way and Neville had landed harshly onto the ground, dropping a small glass ball in process.

You glared at Draco as he walked up to it with a smirk on his face, grabbing it off from the ground and turning toward Crabbe and Goyle.

Madam Hooch commanded us to stay on the ground as she took Neville to the Hospital Wing. The class obeyed until she had disappeared out of their site, Draco drawing everyone’s attention.

“D’you see his face?” He spat, grinning at Crabbe and Goyle. “Maybe if the fat lad had given this a squeeze, he hadn’t had to fall on his fat arse!”

Your eyes burned holes into Draco’s face as he held the remembrall up in the air, Harry storming up behind him.

“Give it here, Malfoy!” He yelled, his voice bitter and cold.

“No.” Spat Malfoy as he turned around to glare at Harry. “I think I’ll leave it here for Longbottom to find.” Suddenly, Draco had mounted onto his broom, floating high into the air. “How ‘bout on the roof?”

Instantly, you had mounted on yours, following Draco into the air.

“What’s the matter, Potter? Bit behind your reach?” He paused as he turned back around to look at you in confusion. “Y/N?” He called you by your first name for the first time this year, shocked you were in the air chasing after him.

“Give me the remembrall, Malfoy! It doesn’t belong to you!” You spat, floating closer to him. He flew backwards, away from you.

“So what if it doesn’t, Y/L/N?! Longbottom’s the one that dropped it! It wouldn’t be my fault if he had accidentally lost it!”  He yelled, suddenly throwing the glass ball away from your reach and across the courtyard.

You flew after it as Draco flew back down to the ground, watching you in amusement. You were able to catch it before you could crash into a glass window - Harry Potter just so happening to be hot on your trail -  and you twisted into the air, turning back around before joining your class back on the ground.

However, what you didn’t know was that the glass window you had almost ran into belonged to Professor McGonagall, and that she had saw the whole thing.

Little did you know, that in just a matter of minutes, you and Harry would be getting called by McGonagall, away from your class, and you would soon be meeting the Captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

And little did you know, that you would soon become their most valuable seeker.

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