Harry Styles Do Be A Potter

It was two weeks after the band had been formed. Just another gorgeous evening at Hogwarts. But this day was different, the bandmates were once again reunited because Liam and Louis were finally out of the hospital. The food was scrumptious as usual. The pumpkin juice was bussin. The candles lit the table with a comforting glow.

Taylor and Harry sat next to each other, smiling and laughing at Louis' one-armedness. Louis was too busy talking to Niall-Hermione to care. Liam had his face stuffed with mac and cheese and ignored anyone who tried to distract him from enjoying the deliciousness.

At the Slytherin table, Zayn especially was enjoying his chocolate cauldrons (life is uncertain, eat dessert first) and scrolling through his wizard phone. He watched all the recent youtubers: Brooklyn and Bailey, the Dolan Twins, Niki and Gabi, Lucas and Marcus, etc.

He made his way over to the Gryffindor table, taking out an earbud "hey Taylor," he turned to the golden blonde fox sitting next to him. "Have you seen the latest Monsieur Beast video?"

She squinted at his strange word choice. "Ummmmm, actually I think it's Mr. Beast."

"Oh," he murmured under his breath, his heartbeat swelling at an alarming rate, "yeah, that's, that's what I meant. I just--"

"Wait," her eyes lit up, "do you speak French??????"

Zayn froze, incapable of moving his lips, instead, answering with a mere nod. Zayn did not in fact speak French.

"OMGoodness can you say something?" her hands slammed down on the table, causing the rest of the boyband to look up in agitation.

"Je t'aime" he whispered, meeting her eyes for ten luscious seconds.

She frowned at him, pretending not to have understood. "So are you gonna show me the video, or what?"

"Oh," he nodded "oui".

In his left hand he held his phone and wrapped his arm around her, leaning his head over her right shoulder.

He was about to click Monsieur Beast's profile, but then Taylor grabbed his phone out of his hand.

"Harry! You have to see this new vid!" Taylor exclaimed, pulled Harry's arm over her shoulder, effectively blocking Zayn's head.

Harry tried his best not to blush, or focus on the fact that his strong muscle-ly arm was touching her head. He tried to relax his muscles but he couldn't stop flexing them in a subconscious effort to show off.

Zayn (the skinny emo boy) frowned with insecurity, and locked his knees so he wouldn't fall to the ground in an emo hour heap.

Taylor's fingers accidently clicked the trending page, showing the number one video posted by none other than Simon Cowell (Dumbledore), captioned "What Makes You Beautiful".

Taylor's jaw went slack.

"Guys..." no one heard her over the cafeteria ruckus, "GUYS!!!" she shouted, her voice carrying throughout the entire cafeteria.

The entire banquet hall quieted down.

The table gave her a funny look, because she was not one to speak out at the dinner table.

"What's the situation, silly sister of my one armed serious salamander?" Liam lisped. He was a weird boy. Everyone knew this.

"Salamander...?" Louis questioned.

"Our song," Taylor murmured, disbelieving the sight of her own eyes. "Its NUMBER ONE ON THE YOUTUBE TRENDING."

The whole cafeteria banquet-hall room erupted in applause, becoming the loudest standing ovation heard on the Guiness Book of World Records.