Bludgers (Harry Potter x Reader)
Request: “Hi! Can I please have a Harry Potter with 9 10 and 13? :)”
9 - “I think I like you”
10 - “Stop fucking around with my emotions”
11 - “That’s just my luck these days”
Harry Potter slowly walked into the Great Hall in deep conversation with his best friend, Ron Weasley. He had recently found himself intrigued with one of the Gryffindor girls, who happened to have been friends with Hermione ever since the train ride to Hogwarts in their first year. They had bonded over their academic ability and was somebody who could be seen speaking and helping the Golden Trio with everything they needed, but wouldn’t be seen with them. Her name was Y/N, and Harry adored her. Whenever she was around, he found himself focusing hard on the way her soft lips pronounced her words, the way her eyes crinkled whenever she laughed, and he often found himself speechless at just how marvelously beautiful her smile was. Both Ron and Hermione had observed Harry’s change in behavior around her, but neither decided to speak about it in front of her; she was unaware of how different he acted and Harry would be embarrassed if she knew.
“I just, I think she’s amazing Ron. Do you think she’d accept if I asked her out?” Harry bit the side of his thumb as he bashfully spoke, avoiding Ron’s smirk and gaze.
“Not bloody likely! Haven’t you heard? Apparently she’s been snogging Goyle in Hogsmeade,” Ron took his lip into his mouth as he attempted to hide a humorous look on his face.
“That’s just my luck these days,” Harry sighed and stopped when he got to the benches at Gryffindor table, completely dumbfounded. It must have been Goyle’s greatest achievement to even be in the same vicinity as a girl as wonderful as her. He couldn’t comprehend why she would even look at him that way. Feeling slightly sick, Harry shook the thought away and sat down to breakfast; he put some toast and scrambled eggs on his plate and filled his goblet with orange juice. His eyes glanced to the Daily Prophet.
“It’s incredibly ridiculous, Y/N, you can’t go on a date with that slimy-” Harry’s head looked up as he saw Y/N and Hermione walk into the Great Hall, both had exasperated looks on their faces. Hermione sat down next to Ron, and Y/N opposite her, next to Harry. She smiled good morning to Harry and took some toast of her own, not eating as much as usual.
“I know, ‘Mione. However, I can’t go back on it now. I already said I would, and besides it’s just one date.”
Hermione’s face was filled with disgust as she looked at her best friend across the table. She too found it hard to understand why Y/N of all people accepted a date with Goyle. It disgusted her; he and his entire gang were tiring and annoying, an Y/N was usually one to complain about them whilst in the Gryffindor Common Room.
“Who are you going out with, Y/N?” Harry asked, looking in her direction as Hermione’s facial expression changed to a more sympathetic one as she looked at Harry.
“Gregory Goyle. He seemed desperate enough and no one else has asked me out so why not?” She laughed as she teased the other three. “I’m just joking. I pitied him. He won’t speak to me again after this date, it’s just to say that he went out with me.”
Harry raised his eyebrows, his glasses shifting up his nose slightly. He wanted to persuade her not to go, but didn’t want an argument or for her to find out his true feelings of how much he loved her, so he kept quiet, turning back to his plate and stiffly finishing his breakfast. Y/N glanced to the clock at the front of the hall, seeing the time as eleven’o’clock. She finished her toast quickly and began to drink the rest of her water.
“Going somewhere?” Ron asked her. Y/N sighed, then nodded.
“I was really hoping you wouldn’t ask. I agreed to meet Goyle in the morning, so that I could have the evening to do homework. And I’m meeting him in fifteen minutes actually. So, um, yeah. Goodbye, I hope you all have a good day,” she smiled as she grabbed her bag and jogged out, Harry watching after her with longing eyes.
Harry’s heart ached for the rest of the day. What did Goyle have that he didn’t? He was a pureblood, yes, but she didn’t care about that. Harry did not seem to be big-headed but he was certainly a lot more attractive than Goyle was. He was a lot nicer than Goyle was. And he didn’t follow somebody around like a lost puppy, like Goyle did with Malfoy. Harry wasn’t sure how he felt after thinking about her snogging Goyle, the pig who can never think for himself. He thought about Malfoy being there too, telling him exactly what to do whilst she was with him; needless to say, Harry was sick to his stomach and incredibly infuriated. Infuriated with him, for taking her away, and deeply frustrated with her for not choosing him.
Harry was sat doing his Potions essay when she returned. Y/N walked into the Common Room, Hermione at her side, her face pale and her lips blue, as though she had saw a ghost. The two were muttering under their breath, and Harry couldn’t help but feel slightly happy when she came back, obviously dissatisfied with how it went. Ron’s eyes widened, and he too kneeled at her side. Harry couldn’t understand what the three were saying, but he slammed his book shut and held it, walking to the side of them and gaining her attention.
“Enjoy your date, did you? Can’t say I’d uh, quite enjoy it myself. Snogging Goyle and all. How was it?” He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. An arrogant smirk was on his face as he asked her. Tears formed in her eyes as she frowned, looking at him and holding her head as she looked at him, to stop herself from fainting.
“What on Earth are you talking about, Harry?” she whispered, people around them were glancing around at the two and the silence in the room was uncanny. Nobody else around them was saying anything, and Harry and Y/N maintained eye contact.
“You know what I’m talking about. Stop fucking around with my emotions.”
Y/N gasped, horrified that Harry would suggest such a thing. She stood up, jogging to the girl’s dorms, shoving Harry as she went past him. She slammed the door to the girl’s dormitories behind her, and Hermione shot Harry an angry glare.
“Harry James Potter! She lost a bet, you arrogant git!” Hermione followed Y/N up to the girl’s dormitories and Harry stood still, looking at the direction that she was last sat. Ron was staring at him, biting his lip.
The next time that Harry spoke to Y/N was the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff the week after the brawl in the Common Room. He saw that she had isolated herself from everybody and he felt a bit bad about what he had said to her and how he had told everybody in Gryffindor that she had went on a date with Goyle. She was beyond angry with him, he didn’t know any of the story and just assumed everything. She knew the Quidditch match would cause a problem between the two of them. She played Beater for Gryffindor, and he played Seeker. Lee Jordan began his commentation, Madam Hooch blew the whistle and the game began. Y/N watched as Cedric and Harry both rose on the broomsticks; Cedric was racing around helping his team, whilst Harry just remained in the same position. Y/N nearly crashed into him.
“Merlin, Potter. Move your ass!” She yelled, giving Harry a foul look. He made a snide remark back, which made Y/N fly her broom back towards him. She gave him an earful about respect and manners. Suddenly, he raced above the top of her head, making her scream in anger. She took her bat, and found the Bludger, hitting it at Harry as hard as she could. He screamed, not moving out of the way quickly enough; the Bludger hitting him, causing him to off his broom. She felt bad immediately and stood there helpless as he fell a minimum of fifty feet from the air. The Gryffindor’s booed while the Slytherin’s watching cheered. Harry had still caught the Snitch, and so her team had won.
Y/N was unable to face Harry for three days after that. He was currently staying in the Hospital Wing; he had broken six bones during the match and was managing to throw up his food, whatever had happened had damaged him badly. Madam Pomfrey assured everybody that it could be fixed, but there was still a constant burning sensation in Y/N’s chest. She knew it was time to apologise.
Hastily, she practically ran through the stone walls of Hogwarts and made her way to the Hospital Wing. There she saw Harry, alone and reading a book. She paced towards him, gaining his attention. He rolled his eyes when he saw her, a strong hurt embedded deep inside of his chest as he looked away from her. Y/N took a step towards his bed, and opened her mouth to talk before Harry cut her off.
“Just- go. I don’t want you here. You attacked me, blatantly. We were on a team! Go.”
Her eyes widened, and she did as he wished. She left, straight away. When she got back to the Common Room, she wiped tears from her cheeks. Hermione gave her a confused look, and she grabbed her arm, taking her to the corner. Hermione hugged her and let her sob into her shoulder, rubbing Y/N’s back as she hiccuped and struggled to get a proper sentence out.
“H-he means so much to me, ‘Mione. I know what I did was so stupid, but I was angry at him, I don’t understand how he could say that to me, and I bet he doesn’t understand why I attacked him.. I just went to apologise and he basically kicked me out of the Hospital Wing. He hates me, a-and I just, I love him so much.” Hermione smiled as she finally admitted her feelings. Y/N had been in denial for a long while about her love for Harry.
“I know, Y/N. Ron and I both know. I can’t excuse what you did, but I can talk to him when I visit him later, if you wanted?” Y/N nodded, happy that she had a friend as good to her as Hermione was.
Hermione put Y/N in the girls dormitory and told her to wait there, which she did. She traveled to the Hospital Wing and her eyes widened with surprise when she saw Ginny there. She made her way next to Harry’s bed.
“How are you feeling Harry?” She asked, looking intensely at him and glancing at the small cuts on his face.
The boy sighed. “Terrible, I was a bit hard on Y/N earlier and I have no idea if she’ll come back.”
Ginny tensed up next to him. It was no secret to everybody that Ginny fancied Harry, and had done ever since she first saw him. Unfortunately for her, Harry was more interested in Y/N and she was going to have to accept that.
“About that, Harry. She just came to the Common Room, crying her eyes out, because she feels awful about everything. I really think the two of you need to sort things out.” Harry nodded and glanced to the doorway. He never wanted to argue with her, he let jealousy push her away and he was desperate to get her back.
Hermione told Y/N that she had spoke to Harry and she skipped happily to the Hospital Wing the next day, eager to sort things with Harry. However, when she got to his bed and opened the curtain, she was faced with Ginny. She looked up at Y/N, a foul look on her face.
“Why are you here? You’re the reason he’s in here.” She muttered, frowning slightly at Y/N.
“Ginny-” Harry tried to intervene, but Y/N knew there would be nothing to stop her from taking Harry away from her.
“I’m here to apologise and sort things out, actually. I’d like it if you could leave.”
Ginny gasped, standing up and walking towards the girl. “I’m not leaving, if you want to talk to Harry you can do it while I’m sat here.”
“Why? So you can make sure nobody takes him from you? Harry, she fancies you. Did you know?”
“You went on a date with Goyle!”
Y/N was a bit taken aback, but Harry interrupted.
“Ginny, please go. You can come back if you really want, but this is a conversation between Y/N and I.”
Ginny rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag and leaving in a huff. Y/N sat down in the seat next to Harry’s bed. She exhaled softly, before speaking.
“I think I like you, Harry. No, I know I like you.”
“You heard me, Harry. I’m very in love with you.” And in that moment, she pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips. He moved to hold her waist as she leant over the side of his bed. The two were complete with one another and the moment, even though Harry was in pain, there was nothing which would damage the value of the time shared together at that time. The two kept their kiss lingering for a long time, both incredibly happy and content with the other.