Hey! So I plan Ophelia and Harry's relationship to be very slow burn sort of? I want the readers to get a glance at what each character is like before what they're like towards each other.

The two will probably connect in their 4th year:) are you all alright with that?

Anyways thank you! Enjoy💕

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After Halloween, everything seemed to be quite calm. Ophelia ended up getting detention because she refused to have a tutor for potions. Snape threatened to give her detention on the day of the quidditch match if she didn't, so she ended up caving it.

"Do you know who your tutor is yet?" Ron asked as he stuffed his face with food. Hermione gave him a nasty glare for talking with his mouth full before looking to Ophelia.

It was the day of their first quidditch match of the season. They were eating breakfast before Oliver Wood yelled at them to get going.

"Not yet. I don't care though since I'm getting to play the match." Ophelia said fairly. She took a soft sip of her water and smiled.

She was sitting next to Hermione and across from Harry. They had seemed to sit like that since 1st year.

"Maybe you'll get paired with Pansy." Ron sniggered.

Ophelia groaned and leaned back, now realizing all the terrible people she COULD get paired with.

"This is going to be-" Ophelia began before getting cut off.

"Granger, Potter!" Oliver yelled from the entrance. "Time to go."

Harry looked at Ophelia and gave her an anxious smile.

The two of them stood up, bidding Hermione and Ron goodbye. They followed Wood out of the great hall and out of the school, out to the quidditch pitch.

"Nervous?" Ophelia whispered as they walked.

"Slightly?" Harry replied uncertainly."you?"

Ophelia glanced around the room as they walked into the change room of the quidditch pitch.

"Very." Ophelia replied truthfully.

They both greeted the team and got changed quite quickly. Ophelia yanked her hair into a high ponytail once she put on her quidditch clothing.

"Ready for your first game Granger?" Fred asked in a evidently flirty voice as he walked over.

Ophelia blushed and glanced to Harry. Harry shrugged and walked away to grab his broom.

"Born ready." Ophelia replied confidently.

"Well goodluck then." Fred said, towering over Ophelia.

Fred had been talking to Ophelia much more often than he used to. Harry once told her that Fred fancies her, but she denied it because she didn't quite like the idea of that. Fred wasn't her type nor was he in her year.

"You too Fred." Ophelia replied with a grin. Fred leaned down and kissed her forehead before winking and walking off.

Ophelia was shocked.

"Harry!" She said urgently, rushing over to where Harry was sitting. "You were right!"

Harry gave her a confused look but then looked over to Fred who was smirking.

"What did he do?" Harry asked, giving Fred a slight glare despite the fact he was Ron's brother.

"He kissed my forehead." Ophelia whispered.

"Well you kissed my cheek on Halloween." Harry retorted.

"As a friend." Ophelia snarled back but then cleared her tone. "I don't fancy Fred at all."

Harry chuckled and walked over to Fred. Ophelia couldnt tell what Harry said to him but he walked away quite angrily.

"I told him he wasn't your type." Harry said with a smile. How was all of this happening before a huge quidditch match?

"Thank you. You're the best." Ophelia said with a grin.

Next thing they knew, they were out on the quidditch pitch getting ready to take off.

The pitch was foggy and rainy. The wind was harsh and extremely cold; conditions were horrific for quidditch.

Their game was against hufflepuff this time. The captain, Cedric Diggory, was a sweet boy too. In his 5th year and much older than both Ophelia and Harry. Great guy though.

In seconds, they all lifted into the air and took off; the wind felt even colder the second they were soaring through the sky. Ophelia was the first to grip the quaffle. She scored within 10 seconds of the game. It was absolutely incredible.

Other than that, the team had struggles getting points; not even the chasers could see the giant quaffle through the fog so it was nearly impossible to tell which player had it. Even Fred and George were making quick saves and mainly protecting Harry from getting hit.

"We can't see!" Angelina shouted across to Ophelia as she threw the quaffle directly at the ring. The goal keeper barely caught it.

"It's impossible!" Ophelia yelled back to angelina as she chased one of the hufflepuff seekers.

The chaser was gripping the quaffle under their arm and was flying at an incredible speed. Ophelia had to basically lean completely forward on her broom to catch up.

Ophelia swooped down when a bludger came flying directly at her head.

She crashed downwards, barely catching control of her broom before hitting the ground. She yanked her broom upwards, flying after the hufflepuff chaser once more. Bloody hell this was impossible.

Gryffindor was leading 60-40 at the moment but if Cedric Diggory got the snitch before Harry, they would lose.

Ophelia sensed something wrong when the pit of her stomach dropped. She glanced over her shoulder to see a dementor flying into the pitch and towards her. She didn't care about herself in that moment; even with a dementor she still knew Harry was in more danger.

"Harry!" Ophelia yelled.

Then she saw him. He was falling several feet now, clearly passed out, our nearly passed out from the dementors. He was gripping his head as if there was screaming inside of it.

If he hit the ground at that speed, he would die.

The crowd all burst into gasps as they saw Harry falling through the fog.

Quickly, Ophelia found herself yanking her broom the opposite direction and towards Harry. Seconds from hitting the ground, Ophelia sped underneath Harry, gripping him tightly.

She controlled her broom for a moment, holding onto Harry tightly. They weren't at a critical height anymore so Ophelia gripped onto Harry and gave up in trying to control her unstable broom.

They both hit the ground harshly and rolled. Ophelia was protecting Harry's head best she could as they rolled in the wet dirt and grass.

Her head was pounding but nothing was broken. She glanced down at Harry and hugged him tightly. She knew he was alright since he was only bleeding from his wrist.

"Ophelia!" Hermione yelled as she ran down the pitch stairs.

Several teachers held the students off from running onto the pitch.

Ophelia ignored Hermione unintentionally and looked down at Harry again. She stroked his messy and soft hair as several teachers ran over.

"You'll be alright Harry I promise." Ophelia whispered, leaning over Harry.

Hagrid had to pull her away from Harry as they took him to the hospital wing. Watching the teachers carry Harry back to the castle had to be Ophelias worst fear.

Ophelia sat down on the dirt and held her head in her hands as it pounded. Her clothing and face were covered in mud but she couldn't have cared less.

Hermione and Ron rushed over to her and crouched down.

"Ophelia look at us." Hermione whispered.

"I'm fine Mione." Ophelia said, looking up at them. Ron let out a relieved sigh and smiled.

"That was an incredible save Ophelia." Ron complimented. It didn't feel so great; Harry would've been dead if she hadn't done something though. "He's alive. Not quite awake yet though."

Ophelia stood up slowly, holding her pounding head. She was angry about the dementors; Harry wouldn't have to be in the hospital wing if they hadn't been there.

She attempted to push past Ron and Hermione and walk towards the castle, but Ron stopped her with an arm.

"What Ron!" Ophelia said, clearly frustrated. She just wanted to check on Harry.

"Our bestfriend is injured Ophelia. He's not just yours." Ron snarled back and then corrected his tone. "No need to get angry at us."

Ophelia sighed and nodded, realizing he was right. She crashed herself in Hermiones arms for comfort. Hermione rubbed her back gently, comforting her sister.

Ophelia was grateful for Ron and Hermione. Beyond that actually.

"Come on, we'll go to the hospital wing now." Hermione said, wrapping an arm around Ophelias shoulder."and get something for your head."

The three walked back to the castle together, barely even talking. They didn't say a word until they were in the hospital wing and next to Harry's bed.

Ophelia held an ice pack on her forehead gently as she leaned against the wall. Hermione and Ron were sitting in the visitors chairs.

After about 20 minutes, Harry rolled awake and glanced his eyes at Ron first.

He glanced to Hermione next, giving a weak smile. Hermione returned it as she walked over to the side of his bed.

When his eyes reached Ophelia, he gave a guilty yet thankful look. She gave him a smile back as she walked over next to Hermione.

"Did we.. win at least?" Harry asked, though he was sure he knew the answer.

Ophelia shook her head and Harry looked away, clearly feeling guilty now.

"If the dementors weren't there Harry" Ophelia tried to reassure him."it's not your fault."

Harry looked back to her and grinned weakly.

"Thank you Ophelia." Harry whispered but they could all hear.

"My pleasure." Ophelia said back with a grin. Harry even chuckled a little as he reached his hand up and grabbed Ophelias hand that was holding the ice pack.

He moved the ice pack away from her forehead and looked at the bruised scratch. He sighed and let go of her hand as the quidditch team poured in.

Hermione wrapped her arm around Ophelia and began to walk her out but before she could, Harry grabbed Ophelias wrist and pulled her next to him.

"I heard my mom scream Ophelia." Harry whispered just so she could hear. "And my father."

Ophelia looked down into his eyes for a moment and shifted, realizing those eyes could've been dull if she hadn't caught him.

"Tell me more about it when you're ready, if you want alright?" She whispered back before kissing his cheek once and turning away.

Hermione wrapped her arm around Ophelia once again and walked her out

Ron followed behind them quickly as they stumbled out of the now crowded room. Ophelia gave a final glance towards Harry as she exited; he was looking at her and Hermione already. When they met eyes, Ophelia smiled sweetly. Harry waved slightly as she walked out of view.

Ophelia had saved Harry's life. How could he ever repay her.