You were just trying to walk to the quidditch pitch, because you had to train your team seeing as you were the Ravenclaw Captain.
"Where you going (y/l/n)?" You hear the all too familiar voice come from some distance behind you.
Harry. James. Potter.
You two hate each other, always have, but you never really knew why, maybe you had more feeling about him, but you had more important things to do. But that didn't matter now, you just needed to get there 10 minutes before practice starts so you can set things up.
"I'm going to the pitch to set things up for MY team, Potter, what are you doing?" You ask looking behind you to see him leaning on a railing not to far away.
"Just making sure your not up to no good, which you aren't." He said back, his voice echoing off the walls as you walked farther and farther backwards.
"Well, as much as I would love to talk with you, I have a team to coach so we can beat Slytherin next week." You say turning back around, your bag hitting your leg as you spun around.
You continued to walk down the hallways, the sun started going down, so you had to be quick with your seekers today.
You looked at the watch on your wrist, you had about 13 minutes to get there, open the locker rooms, and set things up.
You broke out into a sprint, and you didn't have much longer until you got to the pitch.
You go immediately go to the locker rooms so you can change and unlock them for your players.
You got your deep blue quidditch robes on, along with your padding, but saved the gloves for when needed, those things were too bulky for normal wear.
Next, you went to the pitch and decided what you were going to do and how much of the field you actually needed, and ended up going with half the field, seeing as you had 2 hours tops of practice before the night took over the sky completely.
As you set up, your teammates started showing up, not loud, but not low energy, but you understood, teachers had been really laying out work recently due to the middle-of-the-year-tests.
You mounded your broom and flew up so you could plan from above, because it was far easier from the view you would be practicing at.
You waited another five-ish minutes to wait for the whole team to get here, and since they are Ravenclaws, they are all on time, like usual.
You flew down and landed in-front of them, who had formed a half circle facing away from the setting sun.
"Okay, I decided that practice will only be an hour and a half today, because I know school is giving a lot of work recently, and things are stressful with middle-of-the-year-tests coming up soon. I know most of us are stressing about NEWTS next year, like me, but some are worried about OWLs. We could all need a little break soon enough, so let's make things quick." You say clapping your hands together.
Almost everyone let out sighs of relief, which made you feel nice knowing you did something right. But not only relief for them, but for you as well.
"Okay come on everyone, up!" You say waving your arms at their brooms next to them.
Some in groups, some one by one, they show up into the air, taking warm-up laps like always.
You took the quaffle out of its box and threw it to one of your chasers, which they caught and started passing around. You also decided that you would wait to take the bludgers out until everyone was warmed up enough.
It was going normal, you were seeing them fly around from below, they really had improved, and that made you feel nice.
All of a sudden, one of your players calls out.
"Hey! What's that?" Before you could look behind you where he was pointing, something flew past you, missing hitting you by mere feet. They were going fast too, they almost looked like a blur.
Their robes were black, not indicating what house they were in, but you knew it was not one of your players.
You see one of your chasers starting to fly up to them, because the person had stopped in the middle of the half you weren't using.
"No, I'll take care of this." You say mounding your broom waving them off.
You rose up quickly, going into the golden hour sunlight.
"Hey! What are you doing here? And who are you?" You say coming closer, not fast, but not too slow.
They barley acknowledge your even there.
"Hey! I said, who are you? Why are you here?"
"Practicing." Was all they said.
Their voice sounded familiar but it was deeper than the original person, but you didn't want to look into it.
"I booked the pitch for Ravenclaw today." You say motioning to your team on the other half of the field, some were still practicing while others were discreetly looked over to see what was happening.
"I see that, but need to practice, and seeing as I have a note and you aren't using this half, I'm perfectly fine over here." They say motioning to the empty other half of the field behind them.
Now that you were looking at them closer, they were obviously male, a little on the average height side, looked a little muscular, not a bad build at all.
They also wore tinted goggles and a quidditch helmet so you couldn't see who it was exactly.
Before you could ask anymore questions, they flew away, making quick laps around the field.
Watching how fast he was going, he had to of had a nice broom, it was faster than yours!
You rolled your eyes before flying back to your half.
"Okay team, don't mind him, let's just keep going so we can be done and go back to whatever it was you were doing." You say loudly clapping your hands together.
They all briskly nods their head and fly off, throwing the quaffle around.
Only a few moments later, practice really began, you brought out the snitch and the bludgers, and they separated into their groups. Then you ran some drills before playing as one big group.
It was a really good practice, there were barley any errors which was a good sign to you.
"Great job guys, you did really well today, next practice is in two days at 5:30, so be on time and you should be fine." You say packing away all the balls.
They patted your back as they went past you to change in the locker rooms and you smiled softly to yourself. And to think next year was your last year.
The whole time at practice, the guy was there, flying around, using different balls, doing tricks every-so-often. Some of your team mates would catch him looking at you as you flew by occasionally, but you paid no mind to it.
What you didn't expect was for him to continue to show up at your practices, but the bigger surprise was when you became rather close with the bloke.
He let you ride on his broom a couple times, which you quickly found was a firebolt. Sometimes you would ride it with him, and he would do loops in the air, dive down and quickly go back up, go to insane heights only to basically free fall many many feet before flying once again. It was some of the most fun you've ever had.
But as the weeks flew by, you found yourself slowly starting to like him more and more, but since you didn't know who it was, that was a slight problem.
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Now it was December and the air was cold and harsh, causing your practices to last about an hour/hour and a half before being forced to go inside to warm up. But it didn't stop the boy from coming out like usual and flying around and even cracking jokes with you.
That's how it was this practice as well. The wind kept blowing players of track and the balls everywhere, the boy had to go fetch some of them on occasion.
"Okay! I think it's time we end practice here!" You try and yell through the wind. One of your players had been blown nearly out of the stadium.
They all let out big sighs of relief. Almost all at once, they all swoop down under you and basically run towards the cozy locker rooms.
You watch them before starting to ascend yourself but your stoped when the boy calls out.
"Awww, come on (y/l/n)! Your not going yet, are you?"
You angle your broom so now your looking almost halfway across the field at the boy with his black robes flowing harshly behind him.
"Well, I'm getting cold and I want to relax inside!" You yell back. You begin to turn back to continue to go down but he stops you once again.
"Well, knowing you that's probably true! You are a Ravenclaw huh?" He shouts as he flys slowly over to you.
"Yes I s'pose, now thinking about it, I don't know you." You say stopping in midair and leaning the face on your gloves hand.
"Well, what do you want to know?" He says as he stops next to you.
"Well, I know your a guy, but, I don't know how old you are." You say squinting your eyes slightly against the wind.
"I'm in your year." He says simply.
"Oh, so your in sixth as well?" You ask confused.
"Yep." He responds with a cheeky grin.
"Your short for a 16 years old." You say laughing.
"I'm the same height as you!" He says with his small smile gone, and in an annoyed tone. "Why do you want to know me anyways?" He says with a small smirk on his face.
"Well, you could say I've grown sort of, fond of you and I want to know who you are." You say with a matter-of-fact tone.
He sniggers slightly before looking back at you. "Let's go to the floor, huh?" He says slowly going down to the floor below.
"Um, sure." You say following him down.
Now your standing in the middle of the field in-front of this mystery guy who shows up for all of your practices, and about to maybe find out who he is.
"You said you've grown fond of me, do you maybe fancy me little?" He said smirking while tilting his head to the side a little.
"Maybe I do maybe I don't, why do you care?" You ask crossing your arms with a smirk making it's way on your face.
Either from the cold or some other reason, his cheeks got a pinkish tint to them.
"Um, well, maybe I've grown fond of you as well." He said crossing his arms and leaning forwards toward you.
"Oh? Does mystery guy fancy me as well?" You ask with amusement evident in your voice.
He slowly shakes his head and you can tell he was looking at the floor.
"Well, I don't believe you," you say slyly and almost laugh when his head shoots up to look at you.
"You have to do something that shows that you like me." You say with a hidden smirk lacing your words.
He looks at you you for a second, then he looks around before looking at you once again.
"Just so you know, you asked for this." He mutters before grabbing your arms and kissing you roughly.
Obviously you were taken aback , but found yourself subconsciously kissing him back. You pull back a little, but not all the way and mutter on the corner of his mouth, "Take them off." Then you kiss him softly again.
He paused for a moment. "What do you mean?" He whispers against your cheek, still clutching your arms.
"The goggles and the helmet, take them off." You whisper in his ear. You see him shudder when you slightly pull away.
Just then he kisses you once again, lightly cupping your chin with one hand while the other made it's way up to his face, grabbing his tinted goggles.
You didn't open your eyes, you just continued to kiss him.
You heard the goggles hit the grass beside your foot and then shortly after, you could hear the rustling which you connected to him taking off the helmet, then heard a final thud below, telling you it was off as well.
Slowly you stopped kissing him, and he stopped kissing back as well. You slowly leaned back still not opening your eyes.
Very slowly you opened your eyes, and got the shock of you life so far when you saw straight raven colored hair pointing in every direction, pale skin, and bright green eyes in-front of you.
You let out a small gasp of shock when you quickly connected the dots, it was Harry.
He slowly grew a smirk on his face seeing your shocked face.
"Hello (y/l/n). Fancy seeing you here." He said with amusement melting off his words.
"You!-" but you you didn't finish the sentence before hitting his on the arm.
He started laughing and covering himself when you went to attack him even more.
"How did you change your voice?" You say staring him down, you must say you were impressed, you had no idea it was him.
"I brewed the potion myself, pretty easy actually." He did staring straight at you.
"Why? Why did you come up with this whole scheme in the first place? I bet you don't even like me!" You say all at once.
He sighed while looking at you. "I came up with the whole thing because, well, I- I like you, but you hated me, so I thought that if I showed you what kind of person I really was in another way, maybe you would consider liking me back. I don't know if it worked though." He said looking at the floor.
"So you really do like me?" You say raising an eyebrow, crossing your arms once again.
"Um, yes?" He said finally looking at you and scratching the back of his neck.
"Well," you shifted the weight to your right leg, "Your in luck Potter, because I like you as well." You say back.
His eyes widen. "Really?" And he gets a big grin on his face.
"Yea really." You say rolling your eyes. "On that note, I'll see you at practice Potter." You smile at him before grabbing your broom off the ground and begin to walk away.
"See you at practice!" He yells after you.
You shake your head and smile to yourself. "Boys."