"Nothing!"
Y/N and Cedric mounted their brooms. He would be playing Keeper against Y/N and her Quaffle. They marked the goalpost between two tall trees.
After playing a couple of rounds, (Y/N got thirty-seven goals in total) they called it a day, since the sky was darkening.
"You should try out next year," Cedric said nonchalantly. "You'd make a great Chaser - would give Mathew a run for his galleons."
Y/N laughed and shook her head, "Nah. I like Quidditch, I just don't wanna be on the team," she explained. "Don't wanna steal Harry's spotlight," Y/N added jokingly.
Rolling his eyes, but not pushing it further, Cedric slyly smiled and re-mounted his broom. "Last one to the Astronomy Tower is a Blast-Ended Skrewt!"
And he took off.
"Oh, you're on!"
Y/N swiftly mounted her broom as well and shot after Cedric, gaining on him in just a few seconds. The Astronomy Tower was a little ways away, giving Y/N time to whoop into the now-navy sky.
The wind whipped her hair and stung at her eyes, but Y/N found herself tying with Cedric as they both landed at the same time, soaring through one of the Astronomy Tower's giant archways.
"Fuckin' loser," Cedric stuck out his tongue, dismounting.
"We landed at the same time!"
"My feet touched the floor first."
"THATS BECAUSE YOU HAVE LONGER LEGS!" Y/N shouted.
Cedric just laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. As they walked through the corridors (he was dropping her off to Gryffindor Tower) he snatched the Forever-Flying Quaffle out of Y/N's hands.
She raised as brow as he barged into a (thankfully) empty classroom. Y/N trailed behind him as he threw the ball out of the window and observed it. Getting to the sill of the open window, Y/N leaned forward to see what he was trying to do.
Cedric, the brightest student alive (not), decided, in that moment, to nudge her. She was already so leaned forward that the action caused the girl to topple over the sill of the window.
Y/N fell freely for about five seconds before she realized she had a broom in her hands.
Through her struggling, she swung a leg over her broom, still screaming curses at the sky.
Cedric had just pushed her out of a window! She was absolutely fuming - not at him, she wasn't exactly mad at him. She was mad at the way her heart basically stopped and her stomach jolted. She was mad at her fear. Y/N's eyes stung, and she knew they must be...glowing.
At least it would give Cedric a right fright. So deserved, by the way.
When she zoomed back up through the window, she knew that Cedric knew he was a dead man.
"CEDRIC AMOS DIGGORY."
"I JUST WANTED TO SEE IF THE QUAFFLE WOULD COME BACK!" Cedric pleaded. The Quaffle had indeed returned, as it was in his hands.
Y/N raised a brow, eyes glowing white, unimpressed.
"IM SORRY, IM SORRY, IM SORRY, IM SORRY, IM SORRY-"
•••
So, anyways, Y/N, Harry and were on their way to their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Moody. Harry's hand was holding hers and the girl was fighting back a grin and a blush.
As they walked, their bracelets clanged together like always. Harry looked down at her wrist, a smile forming on his face.
"Did you put the flowers around the bracelet?" he asked, his voice full of happiness.
"Mhm," said Y/N. "I like having them with me - they calm me down."
Harry made a sound that sounded like a mix between a sigh and a groan. "Godric, Silv. Could you get more perfect?"
The sound he made...
Don't think about it.
Y/N knew she was a light shade of pink, even when Harry continued, embarrassed, trying to clarify, "I meant, like...could the bracelet get more perfect?"
The boy gave a weak laugh. Y/N decided to just say, "Nope, it's top-tier. Plus," she said, hoping the addition would make Harry happy, "It outshines Elijah's, now."
He squeezed her hand in thanks, a slow, content smile spreading across his face.
Y/N still didn't understand Harry's problem with Elijah. Yes, she liked Elijah's bracelet, but Harry's...it was just better.
Even so, as she glanced at her own wrist, Elijah's bracelet seemed to stick out. The beads were simple, yet beautiful. The beauty was pulling her in -
"I'm still here, y'know," Ron grumbled. Then, he got close to Harry's ear and whispered something that made the boy's face pinken.
"Sorry, Ronnie," Y/N apologized teasingly as they reached the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
She deviated from Harry and Ron (Who were glaring?) when she saw a familiar, dirty blond boy in the hallway.
Earlier that day, Y/N had seen Elijah in the hallway, and was all-too-surprised to bump into him. He was leaving the classroom, but when Y/N peeked a head in, Moody was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Moody?" she asked.
Elijah shrugged, looking over his shoulder. "I dunno, I had to circle back, I forgot my bookbag. Maybe he went to get something from his office?"
"Yeah," said Y/N. Her gaze drifted to his hands, where he wore multiple rings. Some of these rings had snakes, or his family crest. One had a black gem in the middle of a silver circle, a deep red X slashed across.
It looked really good on him.
The beads on the bracelet he gave her felt heavy against her wrist. She supposed that was because he was around, so her thoughts immediately went to the bracelet.
"Anyways," said Y/N. "Are you coming to the common room tomorrow so we can plan with the twins?" she asked him, hope in her voice.
Elijah gave her a smile that was a borderline smirk. " 'course, pretty rascal. Wouldn't miss seeing your face for anything."
"Okay, handsome," she retorted, hoping Harry didn't hear. He always got weird when she spoke to Elijah. He would probably explode if he heard her, god forbid, flirting with Elijah.
Smiling now, Elijah took her hand and kissed her palm, looking at her with brown eyes. He uttered a simple, "See you," and left.
He left her standing there, flushed, on his way to his next class. How did he make her fluster so easy? It was like Harry, just with less intensity.
Anyways,
All the fourth years were so excited about Moody's lesson that they turned up early, forming a queue outside his classroom.