Harry Potter Oneshots

Harry helping you at Quidditch 😩

"Make sure you have all the appropriate gear, Y/n," Harry said, clearing his throat to silence the rest of the students trying out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. "We will have separate tryouts so, um, I'll tell everyone their times and... everything." 

Everyone who was standing in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch was starting to pick up their brooms, chatting and buzzing with the opportunity to be able to be on the same team as Harry. You were feeling anxious standing next to Ginny and Ron, who were such great people let alone amazing Quidditch players. 

"You're going to do fine, Y/n," Ron mumbled, patting your shoulder lightly. "Don't stress about it too much, you know how Harry is. He has to put up a front for the others but you know he won't try to stress you out, believe me." Ron smiled at you, and you felt more at ease with these comforting words. 

"Thanks Ron, but I can't deny that I literally suck," you replied, giving Ron a weak smile before you and him started to walk out of the pitch to the bleachers. 

"Stop it, you know that you're good," Ron encouraged, tapping your broom with the end of his. 

You rolled your eyes. "Please, I literally couldn't throw the bloody Quaffle in the hoop last week. Literally not even one." You facepalmed yourself at the utter embarrassment you had to suffer in front of everyone, especially Harry. All you ever wanted to do was make Harry smile at something you did but he would rather wash his eyeballs in a Snape potion instead of watching you play. You know because he said it himself, whether sarcastically or not, you pushed yourself to be better. 

"If you keep on down talking yourself Y/n, I will literally have to slap you because no one should talk like that about you. Not even if the person talking like that is you," Ginny interrupted, walking faster to catch up with the two of you. 

You grinned while Ron chuckled and nodded his agreement. You were about to state your reasoning until you heard loud stomps from behind the three of you. 

"Hold on!" Harry said, running to catch up with the three of you. You felt your ears burn and you had to untuck your hair to hide them. 

"What's wrong, Harry?" Ron asked, scrunching his eyebrows at his best friend. 

"No, nothing is wrong, Ron. I need to talk to Y/n," Harry explained, smiling and wiping the sweat off his forehead with his Quidditch uniform sleeve, making his shirt rise a little. 

You forced yourself not to look down there, even when your eyes are drifting towards it. You pinched yourself and you looked at his eyes again, his vibrant, green eyes. 

It seemed like what he said has just registered into your mind. "Me? Talk to me?" You echoed, feeling a lot more nervous than you should have been. 

Ginny walked behind you and towards Ron, nudged him hard in the shoulder and said loudly, "We have to go back to the locker rooms. See you around Harry and... Y/n." She winked at you and you turned scarlet. 

Ron was about to say something but Ginny dragged him out of the pitch towards Hermione, who was shifting her gaze towards Ron as McLaggen started to walk near her. 

"Um, sorry about that," Harry said, pulling his shirt to cover his bare skin of his stomach making you smile sadly. 

"No worries, Harry," you replied, clutching your broom under your gloves. 

There was an awkward and off-settling silence between the two of you now since the other team players have vacated the pitch. You were glaring at the hoops at a few yards above you while Harry scratched the back of his neck. 

"Um, Harry, you wanted to say something to me?" You asked, looking at him.

"What? Me? No, I don't know what Ron told you but it isn't what you think or it is-"