#and really just feels like the new 'harry potter fans grab your wands' attitude

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[another-snape-story]

Quidditch Incident

Chapter XIX

Quidditch pitch came into sight as the trees thinned out into a wide field. The stands were full of cheering fans and their loud uproar reached you from afar. Neither you nor Snape had desire to merge into this excited buzz preferring the solitude you shared together, yet your feet inevitably led you to the epicenter of an event.

Not that you were a big Quidditch fan, but one couldn’t deny the whole atmosphere contributed to a gambling mood. Moreover, since Hogwarts provided not much entertainment, you found it really nice to change the setting and clear your mind – last days were quite tough.

The view opening from the height of tribunes induced an eye to roam freely over the hills and plains which spread far to the horizon building a landscape of all vivid colors. The brilliant greens, reds and yellows banished every dark thought. Cool wind blowing you in the face felt especially pleasant under warm rays of sun, and the man beside you added gayety to your spirits.

You watched final preparations being done anticipating the teams to appear on the pitch while Snape watched you. The fire of life he thought had gone out, flared up in his soul anew. Your kind attitude reminded him he was a human – with simple human desires and aspirations. Could he be blamed for striving for at least one fleeting touch of warmth? Ironically, after admitting he seemed to have found someone he’s been longing to come into his life for so long, he felt astray like never before. Snape didn’t know how things with the Dark Lord might turn out. Involving you into this dangerous game never came along with his plans.

“Here they are!” your cheerful voice pulled the man out of despairing reflections. In a blink, players soared up in the air looping around the pitch and greeting their fans and guests who arrived to attend the first Quidditch match in this season. “I hope we win!”

Bitterness which lied upon Snape’s heart melted away as he saw your eyes full of ingenuous delight. Although the score was the least of his concerns, he softly smiled in response. “Yes, I do hope so too.”

Once two captains shook hands, Madam Hooch’s whistle announced the game to begin, and four balls, freed from ties, blasted off at full tilt. Following the Quaffle going from one team to another, you also tried to keep an eye on Bludgers aimed to kick players off their brooms, shrinking every time iron spheres threatened to reach the goal. Quidditch has never been a bore always offering a spectacular performance, but the only thing you hated about it was an extremely high risk of injuries.

Slytherin scored another ten points, and the half of stands packed with swarm of green colors exulted in triumphant elation. Engulfed in overall excitement, you grinned happily until you noticed Harry Potter struggling to tame his Nimbus Two Thousand which seemed to have gone wild jolting and swishing and… bucking him off? Your heart sank.

“Severus,” you nervously seized his hand, “something’s wrong with Potter’s broom!” Eyes widened in terror, you looked up at the man, but he already was aware of the trouble.  

“I know,” he answered briefly, a mixture of confusion and determination on his face. Close attention directed at the boy, Snape traced his every move with an intent stare. You heard him muttering unknown magic formulas, presumably, inventing some on the spot and hoping to find the one which might help. Afraid to interfere, you pulled out your wand, ready to cast any spell needed to at least slow down the fall. Your glance darted rapidly from Snape to Potter checking whether Harry was still holding on to his broomstick and whether Severus still had things under control – if a term ‘control’ was relevant in these circumstances at all. Worse luck, as a mockery of someone who initiated this wicked show, Snape’s coat caught fire for some inexplicable reason.

“Fire! You’re on fire!” screamed a voice from behind your back.

While Snape got distracted by extinguishing the flame, you discovered that Potter’s broom suddenly calmed down, and the boy could fly safely again.

“Are you okay? What was that?” you worriedly examined the man from head to toe, making sure he wasn’t harmed.

“No idea,” Snape replied absentmindedly, his eyes chaotically running over the place.

By chance, you caught a glimpse of Professor Quirrell adjusting his stupid turban that started annoying you lately. To your surprise, the man seemed to appear in different light for a moment – his face conveyed stern, unrelenting emphasis so untypical of him, which didn’t last long, however, and transformed into his usual pitiful expression as he looked around. You found it curious.

Meanwhile Potter caught the Snitch and brought Gryffindor one hundred and fifty points. This meant your team lost the game, but it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered except for his strange incident.

“We better go now,” a soft touch on the small of your back awoke you from perplexed stupor, and a tall black figure drew you along through the crowd, down the stairs, away from the pitch.

“Do you believe it might be Dark Magic?” uncertainly, you shared your assumption once the road seemed deserted enough.

“Absolutely,” Snape affirmed grimly, furrowing deep in his thought. “To perform sorcery so strong and resistant, one should possess an extraordinary proficiency.”

“The Dark Lord?”

“Yes, I suppose.”

You fell silent for a moment pondering how to handle situation like this. Rumors about return of Him-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were getting real. You didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

“What do we do now?” you questioned helplessly.

“Wait,” Snape stated firmly. “We can only wait.”

You’d never stop admiring this man, so strong, so powerful he was, and so brave. Resolute glance of black eyes with no shadow of fear demonstrated his readiness to face whatever was coming.

“Be careful, Severus…” you begged, realizing he put himself in danger trying to counteract evil charms. “He knows you’ve ruined his plans.”

Snape’s lips formed a gentle smile. An alien until recent time, yet so pleasant feeling took over him erasing disturbing apprehensions – the way his heart responded your little grain of care made him forget about all of his troubles for a split second.

“I’ll be fine,” he reassured quietly.

Dealing with the Dark Lord wasn’t new for him. What bothered Snape more – how the things would unfold; he had to foresee every possible scenario beforehand to be able to protect the school, Potter – damn his guts! – and… you... He wouldn’t let a hair fall from your head, even if it costed him life.

Unwilling to return into the castle, you dragged your feet after Severus, wishing you could stay outside – with him – a little longer.

“Do we need to go straight back?” you gave Snape a pleading look which he couldn’t resist.

“I was actually going to have a word with Headmaster,” he admitted, and this was enough for you to get the hint.

“Oh, sure,” you apologized scolding yourself for being too importunate. “Never mind. Of course, the matter is pressing…”

“But!” Snape had to slightly raise his voice to stop your mindflow and continued in his usual measured tone once he had your attention. “But he must be celebrating the victory at the moment, so – I guess – we could take some air.”

You beamed happily in response to his sly smirk.

“However,” Snape portrayed a pointedly serious expression, “I’m afraid we can’t go further until you’re freezing up.” Indeed, it was getting colder each day and – despite your red cheeks and ears – you refused to take a notice – whatever the weather outside, inwardly you’ve always felt warm and sunny when you had this man beside.

Before you could utter a word, Snape pulled his scarf off just to carefully wrap it around your neck. The fabric still carried his warmth sufficient to melt your heart. Smiling gratefully, with all sincerity, you grabbed long ends and rose them to your face snuggling into the softness of woolen textile. A slight scent of potion fumes stuck in knitted loops reached your nostrils – enthralling, intoxicating. You closed your eyes for a moment enjoying the pleasure of a new wondrous sensation. Although he surely could use a simple warming charm, a gesture he chose instead played so touching and emotionally rewarding.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Just don’t tell anyone. I have reputation, you know,” he said sternly and you giggled.

“I’m not going to share your scarf with someone else! It’s too soft and cozy.”

A small smile emerged in the corner of Snape’s mouth.

“You may keep it.”

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He Asks You On A Date- Harry Potter Preference

A/N: Oh, I really want to go on all these dates with the boys! Geez, they’re such romantics; who knew! Well, I did obviously cause I wrote these but whatever, lol! Leave a comment on who you’d like to go out with most; I wanna hear everyone’s thoughts! I’m glad to see some Harry Potter fans coming in and reading these; must mean I’m doing something right! 

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 3, 713

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Harry: “So, what’s going on with you and Harry?” Hermione had asked you out of the blue when you were sitting with her during lunch. “What do you mean? We’re friends, just like you and I are,” you try to defend but she was too smart for her own good. “Oh, come on, (y/n), I see when you two sneak off and spend time together and I see the way he pays you just a little more attention in our training for the Battle,” she says, giving your shoulder a bump. “Look, I really like Harry, I do, but I don’t think he necessarily has time for, a relationship,” you say, looking down to the food that sat before you. “Does he know all this? I’m sure if you just talk to him,” Hermione starts but you cut her off. “I don’t think it’s going to happen ‘Mione, and I have to accept that,” you shrug, trying to play off your disappointment as best as possible. You had thought that Harry took an interest in you too, but it’s been years since you two first met and became friends. You’ve tried dropping hints but it wasn’t going anywhere more than friendship. After you finished your food and drank the last bit of your coffee, you grabbed your bag that held all your books for your classes and flung it over your shoulder, leaving the Great Hall. Keeping to yourself as you maneuver to your first class, you almost didn’t notice the feeling of someone grabbing your arm and pulling you to the side, away from the crowd of students. “(Y/N),” a voice spoke, causing you to look over and saw Harry was the culprit. “Harry, I-I need to get to class,” you say, trying to break free from his grasp. “Wait, I wanted to talk to you, please don’t go,” he pleads with you, his eyes looking much larger behind the lenses of his glasses. “What is it?” You ask, folding your arms across your chest, waiting for his explanation. “Well, I uh, was wondering if you, maybe wanted to go with me into Hogsmeade this weekend? They’re having a festival of reenactments of famous battles in the wizarding world, it’s supposed to be a lot of fun if you want to join me,” he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, not bothering to look up at him until you spoke up. “You mean, like a date?” “Um, yeah, yeah like a date,” he confirms your suspicion and you answer him by placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “I would love to.”

Draco: With all the time you two spent together, you had become the most important person in his life and he wanted to make sure you knew that. Never being good with his feelings, he had a difficult time trying to put into words how he felt about you, so he decided to try another approach. It started one day when you two were supposed to meet in the library to go over some study material for an upcoming test in Transfiguration. You found the table you two normally occupied and saw he wasn’t there yet, so you took your usual seat and took out your books and your parchment and quill to start writing but something caught your attention. Across the table where he usually sat, there was a folded-up piece of parchment with your name written across it. Wondering how you managed to miss it when you sat down, you reached for it and began unfolding it. “My dearest (y/n), I thought you looked beautiful today and that you should know that, -DM.” You felt your heart race as you read the words sprawled out across the paper a few times. When he came to your table, you tried to ask him about it but he said he didn’t know what you were talking about, but the wink he sent you, told you he was playing a little game. The next note came when you were in your dorm room, getting ready for the day. “Good morning beautiful, I wanted to tell you that your smile lights up every room you walk into. I’ll see you soon, -DM.” You smiled as you folded up the note and placed it in the pages of one of your books. As you sat in your seat for the first class of the day, Draco was sitting beside you and took notice of the note sticking out of your book, but he didn’t acknowledge it. The third note came when you were upset over an argument you had with your parents. They were disappointed in your grades at Hogwarts and no matter how hard you told them you worked; they wouldn’t accept it. “(Y/N), I am so sorry you had an argument with your parents but I want you to know, I am so proud of you, -DM.” That only made you cry but these were tears of happiness because at least someone was proud of you. The final note came when it was late and you were close to going to sleep for the night. It sat on your pillow and you had wondered how he managed to put it there, but you still went with his game. “Before you go to sleep tonight my love, I would like to request your company at the top of the Astronomy Tower, where I have a very important question to ask you, -DM.” Grabbing your house robe to guard your body against the cold, you take the note and hurry out to the common room, waiting a few minutes to be clear of any prefects. At the all-clear, you sneak out of the common room and outside to the path that leads up to the Astronomy Tower. It was a rather long walk up to the top but Draco was worth it to you. At the top, you looked around for the platinum-haired boy, soon coming up unsuccessful. Just when you were going to give up, you felt a presence behind you and a hand grabbing yours. You turn and see Draco, smiling softly at you. “I take it as you got my note?” He jokes. “Yeah, all of them actually,” you chuckle at how adorable his method of getting your attention was. “Why didn’t you just talk to me? What changed?” You wondered because you thought you could talk to him about anything. “Well, something did change,” he said, bringing you over to sit on a fallen marble slab. “Did I do something wrong?” You worried but he was quick to correct you. “No, no, quite the opposite. I uh, have been thinking about you differently and, I was wondering if you would like to come with me to a party my parents are throwing? I know, it’s not really the most romantic date but I would really like it if you came with me and met my parents,” he rambled on a bit but you smiled at him anyway. “Of course, I’ll go with you, Draco,” you say, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Ron: Putting the sweater he got you on over your clothes, you spritzed some perfume over top and made your way down to the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning. You wanted to show off your new sweater and make sure Ron knew how much it meant to you. Sitting at the Gryffindor table with Harry and Hermione where they had invited you to join them for breakfast, Hermione was the first to notice the new sweater. “Wow, (y/n) where did you get that sweater? It’s so pretty!” She exclaims, rubbing a piece of the fabric between her fingers. “Someone very special got it for me,” you smile, thinking of when Ron must’ve picked it out. “Wait a minute, I recognize that sweater,” Harry says. “You do?” Hermione asks, as both your attention went to the legacy student. “Yeah, I was walking around Diagon Alley with Ron last week, I needed to get my wand repaired, and he saw that sweater in a shop window. He said he needed to go in and buy it for someone,” the two looked back to you, a deep blush came out on your cheeks. “He bought that for you?” Hermione asked, just as Ron walked into the Hall. When he got close enough to your table, you jump up and rush over to him. “Ron!” You yell, leaping into a hug, the red-head caught you in his arms but fell back due to the force. All the students closest to where you had attacked Ron, peered around one another to see what all the commotion was. “Bloody hell, (Y/N) what was that for?” Ron asked, trying to get air back into his lungs that were knocked out by you. “As a thank you, for getting me this sweater. I can’t believe you remember me telling you about it; that was ages ago!” You say, wiping any new dirt particles off your sweater. “Oh, well, um, yeah, I thought, you’d like it,” He says, his whole attitude changes when you brought up the sweater. “I love it,” you say, hugging him and knocking him over again. “Merlin, (y/n) you gotta stop knocking me over!” Ron says, laughing more than being upset. You looked down at the ginger who was pinned underneath you, smiling at how cute he looked all flustered by your actions. “Well, you need to stop being so amazing,” you say, moving to the side to let him up. “Um, I’m not, I just…” he trails off, suddenly avoiding your gaze. “You just, what?” You ask, encouraging him to continue. “I really like you and wanted to do something special to show you how I felt and I didn’t know what to do at first but I remember you saying you liked this sweater and it has your house crest on it so I got it for you.” He said, all in one, long breath, but it was exactly you needed to hear. You smile wide at him before saying, “You, Ronald Weasley, are incredible. And I like you too,” “Then will you go out with me?” “Yes!”

Cedric: The second task in the Tournament, was way more intense than the first. Each of the champions had something that was taken from them and dropped at the bottom of a lake, the object that belonged to each champion were people and one of those people happened to be you. You heard something about it happening but you refused to believe it until you were offered to be dropped off at the lake. It sounded absurd to you but with everything you had been feeling lately, you agreed to be used for the task, under one condition. You were to be retrieved by Cedric because you had grown closest to him, in the weeks leading up to the next task. In that time, your feelings for him only grew but with all the girls that would surround him with the press and the excitement of the Tournament, you felt like he didn’t really care about you anymore. Your friendship was short-lived but you figured you’d throw in one last-ditch effort to try and get his attention. On the morning of the task, you were put into a deep sleep and tied up to be dropped in the lake with the other important people to the champions. You were the only one who had given consent, everyone else was tricked, but you were desperate. When the second task began, Cedric was quick to jump in the water and search for whatever belonged to him. It took a lot of time to figure out what was taken from him but when he did, he grew frantic to save it. He never expected anyone that he knew to be at the bottom of that lake but he saw the other champions’ friends and then he saw who was there for him; you. Immediately as he spotted you, he swam over to your sleeping form and took you insight, a tear falling from his face and into the water surrounding him before he quickly got to work. You were tied up rather tightly and he became frustrated when he wasn’t easily able to free you. What you hadn’t realized was how much you had meant to him so seeing you tied up and waiting for his rescue, broke his heart. He had to save you and if it meant coming in last, he didn’t care. After what seemed like an eternity and after several fights with magical creatures, he was able to free you. As your limp body began falling to the bottom of the lake, he wrapped his arms around you as tight as possible and he swam back to the surface. You were still unconscious until he laid you out on the dock, surrounded by everyone else. “Please, don’t leave me,” he whispered in your ear, as he wiped away the wet hair from your face. Suddenly, a breath came into your lungs, you gasped and coughed up some of the lake water that had settled in your body. “Hey, hey, you’re okay, I got you,” he spoke when he saw you were still alive. Several towels were wrapped around you before he hugged you close to him. “Cedric? What happened?” You ask but he shook his head. “I’ll tell you all about it later, right now, let’s get you inside and warm,” he said, pressing a kiss on your forehead and helping you to your feet, as he led you back to the Hufflepuff common room.

Neville: “Oh my gosh, Neville is so cute!” “I know, have you seen the way he handles himself now? Like he’s becoming a really great wizard!” “Right? Remember how bad he used to be? What a joke, but now look at him!” A bunch of girls was talking about your best friend around you and it annoyed you. You curtly push yourself away from the table you were sitting at and stormed off, drawing all eyes on you. It was time for another meeting with the newly forming Dumbledore’s Army, where you really got to see Neville shine. He was able to keep up with all the spells that Harry was training everyone in and he even started helping others with their spells. It was a difficult task, creating a team of wizards to defend Dumbledore and his place as headmaster of Hogwarts but it needed to be done and you were glad to have been apart of it. “Great guys, you’re looking really good!” Harry commented on the efforts of the entire group. When Harry called the end of training for the day, you walked over to Neville to meet up with him for practice sessions outside the rest of the group. “Hey,” he said when you walked up to him. “Hi,” you answer, smiling up at the taller boy. “You ready?” He asks, walking towards the courtyard where you and he had your first flying lesson, some four years ago. This became the place you two spent a lot of time together, just talking or practicing spells, but this time was going to be different. When you jumped up to sit on the brick wall that set along the border of the field, Neville grew quiet, just keeping his attention on you and making some comments as you spoke about your day or what you were struggling in with your classes. You hadn’t noticed his retrieval until you finally paused to catch your breath. “Why are you so quiet?” You ask, soon growing concerned about your friend. “I’m just thinking,” he says, suddenly jumping down from where he sat beside you, and walking away from you, but not too far away. “What are you thinking about?” You question still focused on him. “About you, or us, rather,” You were a bit surprised by his comment; was he unhappy with your friendship. “I want to be more than friends, (y/n),” he spoke, turning back to look at you, almost as if he read the thoughts in your mind. Where was this confidence coming from, you wondered? But you smiled as he walked closer to you, your heart racing in your chest. “Well good, because I always thought of you as more than a friend,” you said, as he stood right in front of you now. “So, does that mean you’ll let me take you out on a date?” He asked, one eyebrow raised in suspense. “Oh, I think it’d be cruel if we didn’t.”

Fred: “So you mean to tell me George was right? Fred does like me?” You ask Ginny after she explained all that Fred had said he liked about you. “Yep, he told our Mom about it when she caught him staring at you when you left the other night,” Ginny grinned. “But the question is (y/n) do you like him? I mean, you two would make a rather cute couple,” Ginny gushed cause a blush to form on your cheeks. “Well, I wouldn’t say no if he asked me on a date but he hasn’t done that yet so,” you trail off, Ginny kept a knowing look on her face. “Alright everyone, come and get it, dinner is ready!” Molly yelled from the kitchen, just as the sound of several footsteps were pounding on the ceiling above you, a bit of rubble from the foundation falling around you. You got up and went to meet the rest of the family in the dining room but ran into a certain red-headed boy who was too close to where you just sat, talking to the only female Weasley child in the house. “Fred! Were you listening in on our conversation, about you?!” Ginny exclaimed, catching her older brother as he stood from his crouched position behind one of the chairs. “Maybe,” he said, giving a side smirk your way. “Ugh, nothing in this house is private!” You yell in frustration and embarrassment, storming out of the small house. “Wait, (y/n),” Ginny called after you but it did no good. “I’m the one who upset her, I should go,” Fred said, nodding to his mother as she had set the last plate of food on the table. You were grateful for where the Weasley house sat, in the middle of a field of tall stocks of some form of vegetation, a perfect hiding place. You distanced yourself as far from the house as possible and thought you were alone, that was until you heard someone sit beside you by the pond in the field. “What do you want, Fred?” You ask, not looking to the boy beside you. “I’m sorry for eavesdropping but I wanted to hear how you felt about me,” he spoke softly, all joking left aside. “Then why didn’t you just ask?” “I don’t know, I thought you wouldn’t like me back so I kept to the side just in case you didn’t like me. Easier to take the rejection if you didn’t see me,” he admitted. “Well, now that you know that I like you too, what are you going to do about it?” “I guess the only thing I should do is ask you on a date,” he says, looking to you. “It’s about time, Weasley,” you say, offering him a smile.

George:  As the months went by with the not-so-subtle touching, and nothing coming from the Weasley twin, you decided to confront him about the matter. “Hey George, can I talk to you a second?” You ask, drawing his attention away from the rest of his family as you sat around a table, enjoying some butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. “Sure, (y/n),” he says, looking to his twin who only nodded his approval, before joining you out front of the establishment. “So, what’s on your mind, (y/n)?” George asked, sitting beside you on a bench, as you took in all the people bustling around Hogsmeade. “Well, I’ve been noticing you’ve been acting differently around me and I wanted to know why,” you look to the boy sat beside you, as he grew stiff and not speaking a word. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tried but you knew when he was bullshitting you. “Oh, cut the crap, Weasley, I know you better than that. Why are you treating me differently? You're holding my hand longer than normal, brushing shoulders with me, staring at me, but you’re not saying anything? Do you like me or something? Just tell me what’s going on!” You yell, standing from the bench and glaring at the ginger as he sat still. “Yes,” he simply spoke. “What?” You ask, making sure you heard him correctly. “Yes (y/n) I like you, I really like you in fact. That’s why I’ve been trying to drop hints that I’m into you but every time you look at me with those big (y/e/c) eyes, I get too nervous and chicken out. I’ve been wanting to ask you on a date for a long time but then Fred teases me about it and Ron or Percy will join in and I just, lose all confidence in myself,” he finally admits, keeping his head down in shame. Your heart swells at his confession so you do the only thing you could think of. Sitting beside him again, you move close to him and wrap your arms around his middle, as one of his wraps around your shoulder, keeping you close to him. “For the record, I really like you too, and I don’t think you should let your brothers scare you off. They’re obviously just jealous that I’m into you and not them,” you comment, grabbing his hand and linking your fingers with his. He chuckles at your last comment and he places a kiss on your head. “So, does this mean you’ll let me take you out? Show off that you chose me and not any of my brothers?” He says, pulling away from your embrace but still holding your hand. “Oh, absolutely. I want to rub our relationship in their faces so much,” you admit, joining in on his laughter.

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