Yours, Fred | f. weasley x reader

Chapter 4: The New Gryffindor Chaser

Now as you prepared for your first match, Harry scowled at the thought of Malfoy being his opposition and you patted his back reassuringly, "if anyone can beat him, it's you Harry."

"Thanks, Y/N. Good luck out there," he said encouragingly and then he went to pick up his broom and you did the same. You were using one of the school-owned brooms and while it wasn't the best, it would do for the moment.

An arm wrapped around your shoulder as you walked towards the tent's entrance, "hey, Freddie," you sighed as you tried to swallow your nerves.

"Good luck out there, and try not to worry about the Bludgers, George and I will keep them in check," he winked at you and then hugged you into his side comfortingly. You gave him a small smile and then you all mounted your brooms and flew out of the tent in formation toward the Quidditch Pitch.

The conditions of the pitch were made even worse as rain began to fall, but you tried not to pay attention to it as roars and cheers erupted from the crowds in the stands.

You took a deep breath as you all rose up into the air, lapping the perimeter of the pitch to get your bearings. You all flew into your starting positions in a circle in the centre of the pitch above Madam Hooch, who stood down on the ground with the box containing the Bludgers, Quaffle, and Golden Snitch.

You looked up and met Fred's eye and he winked at you, and then you looked to George who gave you an encouraging nod. Harry and Malfoy were in their positions above you and you gripped the handle of your broom tightly as the Bludgers and Snitch were released from the box and immediately flew out of sight, Madam Hooch threw the Quaffle into the air signalling the start of the game.

"The Quaffle is released, and the game begins!" You heard Lee announcing from the commentary box.

Alicia immediately shot forward and snatched the Quaffle from the air, she ducked under the advancing Slytherin Chasers and you flew up into the air as she passed the Quaffle up to you. You swerved as the opposing Chasers gained on you from every direction and you saw Angelina had an opening, so you threw the ball towards her. She grabbed it and turned to the hoops behind her, just barely dodging Adrian Pucey as he attempted to knock her off her broom. She flung the Quaffle towards the hoop and it glided through, scoring a goal.

"Angelina Johnson scores! Ten points for Gryffindor!" Lee shouted into the loudspeaker, unable to contain his joy at the score.

You cheered and high-fived Angelina as she flew past you, but the feeling of triumph was cut short by Harry's yell of fright behind you. You turned your head to look at him and saw a Bludger almost knock him clean off his broom, with an aim that was almost too precise, but you couldn't spare it another thought as the Quaffle returned to the pitch.

"Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle! Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint," Lee reported to the crowd.

You raced towards the Slytherin captain who was speeding towards the Gryffindor hoops and watched as he dodged both Angelina and Alicia who tried to cut him off. You swooped in from the side and your fingers barely grazed the Quaffle under his arm, but he leaned back and violently kicked the handle of your broom, sending you spiralling. Your heart leaped into your throat as you plummeted to the ground, but you managed to regain your balance and steer yourself back up into the air.

"Alright?" Fred asked as he flew past you, you nodded and watched as he sped to hit a Bludger that was flying towards Harry, and you spun around on your broom just in time to see Oliver blocking Flint's attempted score into the hoop.

You and the two girls passed the Quaffle between you after it was thrown back into the pitch, you each swerved between the opposing Chasers as you tossed it back and forth in perfect coordination. Angelina passed it to you and you soared up into the air to grab it and then dove, flinging the Quaffle through the hoop and scoring.