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"But hey Ced, good luck. Many boys here in the school have their eyes on this little one, not going to lie. But I have my eyes on her too." The Hufflepuff, Leon, stared at both of us.

"Leon, stop this. You'll get in trouble." Cedric said some students are now watching us.

"Hey, what's going on here." I heard Percy's voice; I looked where the owner of the sound was.

He's walking towards us, with Oliver, Marcus, and the other boys.

"This guy is literally making a scene," I mumbled.

"Oh come on, Ced. Little Dumbledore is the cutest girl here in Hogwarts! The only good looking girl! And now this Knight is one of the new celebrity after what happened in the hall."

"He's got everyone's attention, especially the boys. Wanna know why?"

"What?" Whispers are surrounding us, and I looked over to Kayden. She was staring at them blankly.

"Because he was Y/N's roommate at the Slytherin girls dorm." Leon looked at her.

"Tell me, are you pretending to be a girl? So you can go happy with the girls? See them naked?"

"Are you gay." Knight finally spoke, but the sentence she said made Leon froze, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Why is my gender is so important to you, also are you assuming my gender?" Knight lifts her eyebrows.

"What.are.you.talking.about." Leon grabbed her collar.

"Blimey, are you going to beat up a first year? You should be ashamed of yourself." She pushed him away and punched him.

"Knight!" I ran over her and stopped her.

"That's enough!" Percy went to us before Leon attack Knight, Cedric stopped his friend before he makes a mistake.

"Oi, I may be a first-year, but remember this. I can beat your arse up." She glared at him; I dragged her away from the scene.

The three Gryffindor and three Slytherin followed us; we all went to uncle Hagrid's house.

I knocked on the door, and he opened it, "Y/N, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Where are here, to calm Knight before she beat up that Leon guy from Hufflepuff." He nodded and let us all in his house.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Well, we didn't say everything really, but we did hear him assuming Knight's gender and stuff and also talking about Y/N." Ron shrugged.

"Leon asked Knight to strip so that Knight can prove that she's a girl," Henry said, while no emotion.

"How dare he! Knight is a girl! Something happened to her family-" Knight stood up hurriedly towards to uncle Hagrid, stood up into a chair, and covered his mouth.

"What?" We all stared at them in confusion.

"It's nothing."

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I can't believe this! That Potter and Weaselbee are still here in the school!

"Dracy, are you alright?" I looked up in front of me, Parkinson, looking at me with worried eyes.

"Yes, I am. Now, don't bother me, I'm eating." I said and looked down at my plat again.

"I am telling you! You should wear skirts! Even though you don't look like a girl YET but hey, at least you're a pretty boy." My companions, Parkinson, Goyle, Crabbe, Nott, Zabini, and I bucked up at the voice.

"This is outrageous, why is that genderless is still here. He/she should be banished from this school." I glared at the five Slytherin, as they walked to our table.

"Dracy, don't be mean to Knight, even though he's mean to me sometimes, but please!"

"Are you acting like that just because he's good looking." Nott snicker.

"Well, it's true, though. Knight is good looking, but Y/N is a goddess! Look at her! She's so gorgeous." Pike joined our conversation.

"Good one, and yes, it's true," I smirked, I looked at Y/N.

The way she smiles and laughs make me smile; sometimes, I don't know what to do when I'm in front of her.

"Why everyone looking at the little princes with heart eyes," Flint said as everyone looked at us.

"Duh, she's the little goddess of the school. What do you expect?" Parkinson rolled her eyes.

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"Stop forcing him wearing skirts," Henry said.

"Oh, but didn't you call me she last time?" Kayden smirks.

"But, Kayden. What's your real name?" Easton asked, Kayden stopped eating and didn't move.

"I- hey, Y/N, is that your owl?" Kayden pointed at the ceiling.

"Mails are here!"

Our owls went to us; Red and Hedwig, Harry's owl, were carrying two large parcels.

I looked at Harry, and he was already looking at me. Both of us smiled at each other.

Then Red dropped the large parcel to the table in front of me, then there was another owl came and fell two letters.

I ripped the first one.

'Good luck on your training little one,

Don't get hurt. I'll be watching the game.

From your uncle,

Severus Snape.'

I looked up to the stage, where the professors were eating. He looked at me and nodded; I smiled at him.

Then I opened the other letter.

'Do not open the parcel at the table, Y/N.

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, Severus, and I even bicker over who will be buying you a broom.

But he won. I bought Harry a new broom instead. Also, I don't want everybody knowing you two got a broomstick, or they'll all want one.

Oliver Wood will meet you two tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session.

But I do remember that you know this game since then because you look excited every time the houses have a match.

And Marcus Flint won't be teaching you with them; he got himself a detention yesterday.

From,

Professor McGonagall.'

I glanced at Harry, and he nodded, He and I, along with Ron, left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private before our first class.

But then on our halfway acres the entrance of the hall, we found the way upstairs barred by Vincent, Gregory, Pansy, and Draco.

Draco snatched the package from Harry and felt it.

"That's a broomstick." He said Pansy saw mine and grabbed it, and felt it.

He throws Harry's broom back to him, and Pansy tosses mine back to me.

Draco looks so jealous, "You'll be in for this time, Potter, first year's aren't allowed them."

"Didn't you read the letter from school when you got it, Dumbledore? First years aren't allowed to have broomstick." Pansy glared at me.

"It's not any old broomstick!" Ron said, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at us.

"Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle." Draco snapped back.

"I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig." He and his friends laughed.

Before I could argue back at them, uncle Flitwick appeared at Draco's elbow.

"Not arguing, I hope, children." Uncle Flitwick said.

"Potter and Dumbledore have been sent a broomstick, professor." Said Pansy quickly.

I swear, I will hex her any time soon.

"Yes, yes, that's right." Uncle Flitwick looked at Harry, and I beaming.

"Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape told me all about the special circumstances, Potter and Y/N. And what model is it?"

"It's a Nimbus Two Thousand uncle! Can't you believe that!? I have my own broom!" I said happily and jumping a little.

I saw Ron and Harry were trying to fight their laugh at the look of horror on the Draco and Pansy's face.

Even I, I'm trying not to laugh so hard. She looks so mad that her face is red, HAHAHAHA.

"And it's thanks to Malfoy here that Y/N and I got it," Harry smirked.

Harry, Ron, and I headed upstairs, stifling our laughter at Draco and his friends' visible rage and confusion.

"Harry said was true," I said laughed as we reached the top of the marble staircase, "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall Y/N and I wouldn't be on the team. . . ". Harry added.

"So I suppose you both think that's a reward for breaking the rules?" came an angry voice from just behind us. Hermione was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the package in Harry's and my hand.

"I thought you weren't speaking to us?" said Harry.

"Yes, don't stop now," said Ron, "it's doing us so much good."

Then she turned towards me, "I'll meet you later in the library for our charms studies." she smiled at me, and I nodded.

After she left, "why do you still talk to her?" Ron asked.

"Well, she is still my friend." I smiled.

Harry and I, along with Ron unwrap, the Nimbus Two Thousand.

"Wow." Ron and I said as I grabbed my broomstick.

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Oh, Salazar, help me. It's finally at seven o'clock; I left the castle. I saw Harry flying to his Nimbus.

I mounted mine and kick off from the ground and fly to him.

"Harry! Hello!" I waved at him, and he smiled.

"Hey, Potter, Y/N, come down!"

I looked down; I felt my cheeks heat up. Oliver finally arrived; he was carrying a large wooden crate under his arms.

Both of us landed next to him, "Very nice." Oliver's eyes are sparkling.

"I see what the Professor meant... You two are natural; I'm just going to teach the rules this evening to you, Potter, " then he looked at me.

I felt my body stiff, "Y/N, I know you know the rules, but if you want, you can still listen." He ruffles my hair.

"Su-sure." I looked down at my shoes, smiling and blushing.

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"Su-sure." She looked down while smiling.

I don't know why but I feel sad, does she like him?

She always smiles, but I never saw her smile like that. My heart hurts, seeing my crush smiling like that over some other boy.

"Harry? You alright?" I looked in front of me; my face immediately went red.

Her face is so close to mine; her eyes glitter from the sunset.

"Ye-yes." I stutter, blushing mess. She smiled at me and chuckles.

"Care to share what you were thinking?" She stares at my eyes.

"You." I breathe out.

"Enough, anyway. Back to what I was talking about, you will be joining team practice three times a week, but I don't know about you, Y/N."

"But I think it's the same," Wood said.

He opened the crate, inside were four different-sized balls.

"Right, " said Wood. "Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers."

"Three chasers," I repeated, Wood took our a bright red ball about the size of a football ball.

"This balls called the Quaffle, " he said, "the Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through the hoops, follow me?"

"The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score, " Y/N said as she earns a pat from Wood.

"So, that's sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn't it?" I said.

"What's basketball?" Wood and Y/N looked at me curiously,

"Never mind," I said quickly.

"Now, there's another player on each side who's called the keeper--" Y/N cut him off.

"He's a keeper for Gryffindor, a very good one." She giggled.

"Yes, I am a keeper; thank you for that. So, I have to fly around our hops and stop other teams from scoring."

"Three Chasers, one keeper, " I tried to remember it all just in case. "And they play with the Quaffle. Okay, got that, so what are they for?" I pointed at the there balls left inside the box.

"I'll show you now." Wood said, "take this."

He handed me and Y/N a small club, a bit like a short baseball bat.

"I'm going to show you what the Bludgers do." He said. "These two are the Bludgers."

He showed us two identical balls, jet black and slightly smaller than the red Quaffle.

"Stand back." He warns us, he bent down and freed one of the Bludgers.

At once, the black ball rose high in the air and then pelted straight at my face. I swung at it with the bat to stop it from breaking my nose and sent it zigzagging away into the air.

"It's coming back!"

"IT'S MY TURN!" Y/N swung the bat from her hand, and it went flying, very far and fast.

"Oops, did I used too much power on it?" She turned to us, our jaws dropped.

But then, it zoomed around our heads and then shot at Wood, who dived on top of it and managed to pin it to the ground.

"Not bad, Y/N." I nudged her elbow.

"See?" Wood panted, forcing the struggling Bludger back into the crate and strapping it down safely. "The Bludgers rocket around, trying to knock players off their brooms. That's why you have two Beaters on each team -- the Weasley twins are ours -- it's their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and try and knock them toward the other team. So -- think you've got all that?"

"Three Chasers try and score with the Quaffle; the Keeper guards the goalposts; the Beaters keep the Bludgers away from their team," I said as she nodded.

"Very good," said Wood.

"Er -- have the Bludgers ever killed anyone?" I asked, hoping I sounded a bit offhand.

"Never at Hogwarts. We've had a couple of broken jaws but nothing worse than that. Now, the last member of the team is the Seeker. That's you two. And you don't have to worry about the Quaffle or the Bludgers--"

"-- unless they crack my head open. "

"Don't worry about that Harry, Fred, and George are more than a match for the Bludgers. I mean, they're like a pair of human Bludgers themselves." Y/N chuckled.

Wood reached into the crate and took out the fourth and last ball. Compared with the Quaffle and the Bludgers, it was tiny, about the size of a large walnut. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings.

"This," said Wood,

"is the Golden Snitch, and it's the most important ball of the lot. It's tough to catch because it's so fast and difficult to see. It's the Seeker's job to catch it. You've got to weave in and out of the Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers, and Quaffle to get it before the other team's Seeker, because whichever Seeker catches the Snitch wins his/her team an extra hundred and fifty points, so they nearly always win. That's why Seekers get fouled so much. A game of Quidditch only ends when the Snitch is caught so that it can go on for ages -- I think the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep."

"Well, that's it, any questions?"

I shook my head, but Y/N raises her hand, "yes? What is it, little princess?"

"When are we going to practice the snitch?" She asked.

"We won't practice with the Snitch yet," said Wood, carefully shutting it back inside the crate, "it's too dark, we might lose it. Let's try you out with a few of these. "

He pulled a bag of ordinary golf balls out of his pocket, and a few minutes later, he, Y/N, and I were up in the air, Wood throwing the golf balls as hard as he could in every direction for me and Y/N to catch.

But Y/N got hit in the head, "AH! That hurts!" She held her head.

I went to her to check if she's okay, "Y/N! Are you alright?" I touch her head to check if she's blushing.

I didn't notice that both of our faces are inches away, "ye-yeah... thanks for asking..." she blushes.