𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕥 | 𝐎𝐜 [Harry Potter] ² ✔️

The Detention

Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were going out to Hagrid's today since we had finished our first week back. But, once Hermione and I had gone downstairs to meet Ron and Harry, we only saw Ron, who was brandishing a note.

Apparently, Harry had been pulled awake by Oliver Wood, the Quidditch Captain, for early practice. We decided that we would simply wait out in the field for him to finish.

We found a good seat in the stands and waited for what felt like hours until the team finally came out.

"Aren't you finished yet?" Ron yelled incredulously when he noticed they were rising into the air.

"Haven't even started," said Harry, looking jealously at the toast and marmalade Ron, Hermione, and I had brought out of the Great Hall to eat. "Wood's been teaching us new moves."

Harry then mounted his broom and flew off to begin practice. I heard a strange clicking noise and wondered where it was coming from.

"What's that funny clicking noise?" called Fred as he flew over to us.

I looked around and saw Colin a few stands down, taking pictures of Harry. "Look this way, Harry! This way!" he cried shrilly.

"Who's that?" Fred looked at me.

"Colin Creevy. He is a big fan of Harry", I told him before taking a bite of my toast.

"What's going on?" said Wood, frowning, as he flew towards us. "Why's that first year taking pictures? I don't like it. He could be a Slytherin spy, trying to find out about our new training program."

"He's in Gryffindor," said Harry quickly, flying over towards us.

"And the Slytherins don't need a spy, Oliver," said George.

"What makes you say that?" said Wood testily.

"Because they're here in person," said George, pointing down towards the entrance gate.

I looked down with Hermione to see the emerald green robes belonging to Slytherin.

"I don't believe it!" Wood hissed in outrage. "I booked the field for today! We'll see about this!"

Wood shot toward the ground, landing rather haphazardly before running towards Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team captain. Harry, Fred, and George followed him.

Hermione, Ron, and I looked at each other worriedly before running down the stairs to reach them.

By the time we had gotten down, I could vaguely see Draco Malfoy sneering at Harry.

We had finally crossed the field and walked up to the others. I noticed Newt in his quidditch robes, and couldn't help but notice how attractive he was in them. He sent me a wink, and I immediately turned away so he couldn't see my blush.