Yule Ball|| Harry Potter

Yule Ball|| Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader // Harry Potter x Reader

Summary: It's been a year since you had a huge crush on Fred Weasley, but you never had the courage to confess it to the redhead. What will change when the Winter Ball takes place at Hogwarts? 

Word Count: 3.2k 

 The fifth year of Hogwarts couldn't be more confusing and crazy, the students from Beauxbatons and the Durmstrang students had just settled in the Great Hall, when the principal made the announcement that it was going to be the joy / despair of all the girls. That's right, with no middle ground. 

- Along with the Triwizard Tournament, the Yule Ball will also take place, just as it is in tradition - he said calmly as always, with a smile on his face. 

 Professor McGonagall explained the details but my mind was already far away, obviously my case is one of despair, not for lack of confidence but for opportunities. There was only one boy I would like to invite, but how would I do that if not more than one word we have already exchanged? I would not like to go with a stranger, a friend at the very least. 

I was already 5 years old at Hogwarts, why haven't I done anything yet? This is easy, two very simple reasons. We are from different houses, as a Ravenclaw I don't have many Gryffindor friends, unfortunately. It is very comfortable to form a social circle restricted to the home itself and I was a shy child, can anyone judge me ??  

I clearly remember the day I saw him the first time, it was the same day that I got my first Gryffindor friend. 

 I was hurrying up the stairs to the first floor, where the library is. It wouldn't be a surprise to anyone, but this time it was more urgent, it was two weeks before the 4th grade exam season and I didn't feel ready for the Arithmancy exam. 

I had barely stepped into the hall when I heard two excited voices talking, I didn't have to look more than once to find out who they were. The Weasley twins had quickly formed their own fame at Hogwarts, the only ones who didn't like them were the targets of their pranks, I still haven't had that bad luck, and probably their Slytherin opponents. 

It was the first time that I had a chance to see them without a circle of people around wanting to buy their limited products or their own friends around, and I didn't imagine what that little moment would do to me.

Although they were identical, one in particular had caught my attention. I didn't know what his name was and I didn't even have time to ask, as they walked to another corridor, opposite where I was. 

It was his warm smile and bright eyes, that enchanted me at that moment and even though neither was for me, I couldn't forget it and I tried. 

Later that day, I was trying to find a specific Arithmancy book when I noticed Angelina, a gryffindor and a year older than me. Difficult not to recognize since she is also popular, being on the Quidditch team but we never really spoke to each other, until that moment. 

- Are you in 5th year ?? I never saw you in any of the classes - I remember her saying looking at my hand, in which I was carrying an advanced potions book.

- Oh no, I like to advance some subjects when I finish studying - I replied calmly with a small smile as I took my book, right next to her head. 

- So are you good at potions? - she asked looking at me and I just nodded before she continued - and could you help me? It's a little difficult to pay attention to the class, when Fred and Jorge are there - she finished with a giggle, as if remembering something. 

From then on, we met at the library when they had no training and during those two weeks we got close enough, but not to the point of mixing our social circles and going out together. 

 I turned to face Angelina, even though she was away she met my gaze and smiled, she knew I felt something for Fred Weasley but I never said how deep those feelings were or she would have managed to help me a long time ago. 

I noticed that she made one of the signs that we invented to communicate when we were far from each other, that one meant that we were going to talk later in my dorm and I just nodded before I started eating. Too bad I didn't notice the attention of a certain redhead, because of my silent conversation with the girl.

 In the months that followed, because Harry's name came out in the Goblet of Fire and the first task was around, the atmosphere became extremely tense within the school and the animosity with the ball cooled. People commented on all sorts of nonsense and I did what I could when something like that happened in my presence, because it bothered me a lot. The whole school was against Harry, basically and I had made it clear that it was ridiculous, even though I didn't know the boy well. 

Because of that, I ended up getting away from some friends who disagreed with me and thought that Potter wanted to get attention again, but the good part is that I ended up spending a lot more time with Angelina in the Gryffindor Common Room, she always told me the password although the Fat Woman didn't like it that much. 

Today is Saturday and one of those days, I left my dormitory early because I had nothing to study and walked unhurriedly through the almost empty corridors. It seems like a rule, teenagers don't leave bed before 9 am. I saw the girl alone in the middle of the Gryffindor table so I walked right over there, sitting next to her. 

- Good morning Angie - I greeted with an excited smile while taking a look at the already full of food table  

- You dreamed of the 10 N.O.M.S. today, didn’t you? - she smiled at me before completing - or was it with a certain someone? 

I felt my face heat up as she laughed at me, the mornings when we are in a good mood usually start with these morning teasing and then we move on to the same topic…

- When are you going to invite Fred to the Ball? You know that when it comes to perceiving feelings, he is slow - she insisted just like every day that I should do something.

- He must have been invited already, It’s almost a month away- I gave her my most common answer, there are some days that I say I would invite him, but that never happened. 

- He is still available but at some point he will be not! Do you really want to see him dancing with another girl? - She looked at me defiantly even knowing the answer.

- If I promise that this time I will ask him to come with me, will you let me eat in peace ?? - I asked, holding her gaze and received a satisfied smile in return. 

 Sometimes I didn't even understand the reason for all this nonsense, at times I just wanted to be able to confess my feelings and if I was rejected, I would just move on. But then I got close to him and couldn't, at least that way I had hope. The gryffindor in me will have the courage today, thanks to Angelina and my stupid promise. 

Gradually the students arrived and among them were our friends. Alicia Spinnet, Dino Thomas, Olivio Wood and Lino Jordan. Soon the trio, Harry, Hermione and Ron came down and then Fred and Jorge with the usual good humor. 

- Good morning girls - they both winked at us at the same time with a smile from someone who’s up to no good.

- Good morning - we answered together but with different reactions, Alícia simply ignored it, I controlled myself not to blush and Angelina just smiled more.

 Fred sat two chairs to the left in front of me and Jorge beside him, there was no way I could talk to him during breakfast and I thanked him for it, but I regretted it soon after.  

- And haven't you became a man yet to ask someone to the Ball, Ron ?? - I heard Fred's super discreet voice, interrupting my conversation with Lino.

 Obviously everyone there turned to pay attention, the teasing between them was always fun, especially in the morning. 

- You didn’t ask anyone too, where's YOUR courage Fred? What are you afraid of ?? - I never had seen Ronald Weasley with such a satisfied smile on his face or an expression so outraged on the elder. 

- I'll show you the courage, look and learn Ronald - he had made a point of getting up and I held my breath when I saw him looking in my direction, it couldn't be ...

- Hey Johnson, do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me? - He asked without realizing my expectations and a piece of my heart breaking after that. 

 She replied an yes after looking at me quickly, I didn't mind her accepting it. They are friends and I already knew that she wanted to go with Jorge, the reason why she had not accepted any invitation until now. I had already thought about what it would be like if this situation happened, in my head it was much worse. 

The next few days followed with little change about Fred, at all times if I could avoid him, I would. Not out of anger or anything, I wanted to take my focus off him. I had declined 2 invitations because I hadn't imagined myself with another guy, and that was going to end. 

Alicia and I had just returned from London, we went to look at some new dress options, as many girls would go to the witch shops nearby. We barely stepped into the Great Hall when Hermione walked out furious and a little upset, she didn't even greet us as she always did.

- What did you do to make her so upset ?? - I asked facing Harry and then Ron, before sitting down next to Harry.

- I just said that she could come with one of us to the Ball - explained the redhead while devouring the food on his plate.

- Now? It’s a month away, I would have been angry too - they both looked at me without understanding and I had to take a deep breath - you don't understand anything about girls, do you?

- She felt like the last option, nobody would like to feel that way, obviously, you should have invited her long before - Ali replied without patience, while the realization seemed to hit their faces. 

 Ron seemed to reflect for 3 seconds before eating again as if nothing had happened, so there were only the three of us left to talk.  

- And your partner Harry? Mcgonagall is going to freak out if you have to open the Ball alone - I commented while getting me some soup. 

- I haven't found the right girl yet ... - he replied a little uncomfortable and looked to the side as if he had remembered something. 

- Not wanting to intrude, but already intruding, you two could go together. Just as friends - she completed as soon as she saw the boy look at us petrified but relaxed shortly thereafter.

- No problem for me, I was thinking about not going, but at least it could be fun - I spoke with a small smile and he nodded. 

 For the rest of the month, I ended up getting closer to him and consequently to the most unbearable couple that ever existed. I love Hermione and Ron, but how can two people be so stubborn? I don't know, it's a mystery but at the same time, it was good entertainment and I managed to disconnect from my feelings for Fred. 

It was getting close to the time to start the Ball and I had barely stopped to think that I would be forced to deal with Angelina and Fred dancing together, even though I had never been jealous of the two before, the scene didn't seem pleasant. 

I took one last look in the mirror analysing my dress, a long red velvet dress with sleeves and a slit up to my thigh that defined my body in the right measure. I was feeling incredibly beautiful the way I was and nothing could ruin my good mood, not even my unrequited crush. 

I agreed to meet my friends near the stairs and there they were, Hermione in a pink pretty dress talking to Vítor Krum further away, Ron was about to explode at any moment and Harry, as usual, seemed to be trying to find an excuse to get out of there and I preferred to help with that. . 

- Hi boys - I said quietly standing on the first step of the stairs and as they had their backs to me, they jumped and I couldn't help laughing.

- You can't come like this and scare others, I almost had a fit… - the redhead put his hand on his heart dramatically, it seems that the hatred has vanished too.

- Everyone will go down the stairs, you should be gossiping in a more discreet place. It's about Hermione again, right? - I asked shamelessly without caring about the complaints about my comment. 

- And why would I waste my time talking about a traitor? - his face went from white to red in a few seconds, it seems that the anger had returned.

- I only know one thing, we can't be late, right Harry ?? In fact, I need to talk to you quickly - I didn't even let him agree and I pulled his arm and walked to a spot nearby without anyone

- Did something happen? - he said while adjusting his glasses and I just denied it with a smile, making him even more confused. 

- I just wanted to give you a break from Hurricane Ronald Weasley but if you want to go back there, I don't mind - I said looking behind his shoulder and there it was, a clear image of the redhead fighting with an innocent student.

- In fact, a few minutes without having to listen to his rudeness is great, not that he's a bad friend, but sometimes it's a little ... too much - he replied with a small smile of thanks.  

 We talked for a few more minutes before Mcgonagall officially announced the start of the party, where we would have to dance first. We had rehearsed a few times, so we weren't ashamed, although I wanted to laugh at the memories that came to mind and I could see the same in Harry's eyes. 

After that moment, the other champions also danced with their partners and then the party really started. I preferred to avoid dancing more than necessary, because that would be shameful but it doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. 

I was sitting at a table with Harry and Ron because apparently his partner was not very happy, but I decided not to go into that. Until I see Angie approach and place her hand on my bare shoulder.

- Can we talk for a moment?? - She said and by her expression, it seemed to be important. 

 I nodded and as the two continued talking to each other, I preferred not to interrupt and just went with the older girl to a corner with fewer people. 

- Did something happen? - I asked calmly and noticed that she looked towards the direction where Fred and Jorge were with another girl.

- Yes, I already knew it would be a complete mess, since you wanted to come with one person and I with another, but I think you can fix it in time - she said looking back at me.

- I don't know Angie, just with a Time-Turner and a little bit of luck, then I would be able to ask him to come with me. 

- It was wrong but I just overheard him saying something to Jorge, he said he wanted to invite you. I was noticing for a while, I was pretty sure he liked you and I just had the proof - she said with a small smile and then immediately took my hand and continued - I don't want to see you two suffering.

 I barely knew what to say so I preferred to demonstrate it in the best way I could, that is, with a hug even though it wasn't much of a hug most of the time. 

- Thank you for telling me but I think I'll be forced to steal your date now - I replied with a small smile and stepped back from her. 

- Someday I'll forgive you for that, but this conversation is for later - she winked at me and walked away to the other side of the party. 

 I took a deep breath and as soon as I looked back in the direction where the twins were talking, I realized that there was no one there anymore and I couldn't help being disappointed. 

- Looking for me, love?? - a voice well known to me spoke at a minimum distance from my back and I immediately turned around.

- Actually, yes, but you came here, so it must be important - I replied with a smile without being affected by his proximity, since it was not uncommon for him to try to frustrate me with this type of provocation.

- Since when is something I have to say unimportant ?? - he spoke in an indignant voice but his smile denounced him - let's go for a walk, what do you think? It’s too full here - he said and then held my hand, how could I refuse such a request? 

 I just nodded and then we left the Hall, walked, still holding hands, to the garden. I am sure that did not fail to pass through the attentive eyes of my friends, but it was not the time to think about that. 

- I know we've only really known each other this year - he started talking and then stopped walking - but I really started to like you a lot - his voice were softer and even a little uncertain. 

- Of course, we all became fast friends - I replied with a satisfied smile, maybe it was mean but I was loving this moment and I didn't want it to end so quickly.

 He looked away and took a deep breath before looking back into my eyes with a lighter expression.

- You're having fun, aren't you? It's pretty funny, isn't it? - He asked and I could see his eyes shine, the kind of glow that appears when he has just made a prank. 

- Yes I am. How could I not be when I left Fred Flirt Weasley frustrated? - I replied holding the desire to laugh, for the situation and the new nickname I invented. 

- I had a much more fun idea, love, you'll like it - he said confidently.

 Before I could ask what it was, one of his hands found my face and the other on my waist, pulling me closer. A second later we were giving our first kiss, the first of many to come.

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The First Meeting||Harry Potter

Par: Harry Potter x Você

Sumário: Quando a novata no mundo mágico conhece Harry Potter pela primeira vez em Hogwarts

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N/A: Essa é a primeira fanfic que estou postando no Tumblr, então seria muito importante para mim se você deixasse sua opinião aqui.

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O dia começou chuvoso, o que não é uma surpresa considerando que eu estou na Inglaterra, mais especificamente na cidade de Londres. Porém eu, como uma imigrante de terras quentes, considero dias de chuva má sorte, pois sempre algo de errado acontece.

E para o meu desespero, hoje era para ser perfeito.

Faz apenas um mês que descobri ser uma bruxa e para a minha felicidade, não tem nada relacionado com nariz pontudos e pura maldade. Aparentemente a única semelhança são os chapéus, já que nos dois momentos em que estava ao redor de bruxos de verdade, vi várias pessoas usando.

Minha família, em sua maioria, sendo católica completamente devota, não aceitou a minha nova realidade tão bem, para não dizer que foi um inferno na Terra. Resumidamente, se eu fosse, não iria poder colocar os pés em casa novamente, pois não iam abrigar uma pecadora bruxa.

Aquele senhor barbudo foi gentil o suficiente para me ajudar a encontrar um outro lugar para ficar, enquanto meus pais pensariam melhor sobre o assunto. Embora não consegui agradecê-lo ou ao menos falar depois de ser expulsa da minha casa, ou antiga casa.

Estou hospedada no Caldeirão Furado desde então, mas por causa dos últimos acontecimentos da minha vida, apenas saí para comprar os materiais. Ser uma bruxa tinha me custado muito e eu não estava pronta para encarar isso, até ontem. Eu demorei bastante para decidir se iria para Hogwarts ou não, porém agora a certeza que fiz uma escolha certa estava crescendo no meu peito.

Logo após tomar meu café da manhã em uma das mesas do bar, esperei sentada pelo responsável que iria me acompanhar até a estação Kings Cross, onde eu deveria pegar um trem. Eu soube disso no mesmo dia que descobri o mundo mágico mas só hoje fiquei ansiosa por esse motivo. Devo admitir que imaginei que iríamos voar, obviamente todas as histórias mentiram para todas as crianças não-mágicas da Terra.

Poucos minutos depois, um homem de turbante apareceu pela porta e caminhou em minha direção, sua expressão não mostrava nenhuma emoção em particular ao entrar e nem ao me ver sentada, porém o que me assustou foi a fragilidade e o receio em sua voz.

- Senhorita Garcia, bom dia, está pronta para partir? - ele se apoiou em uma perna enquanto olhava preocupadamente ao redor.

- Sim senhor.. está tudo bem?? O banheiro é daquele lado - eu não apontei para não ser duas vezes inconveniente mas não consegui segurar minha curiosidade enquanto olhava a expressão dele mudar.

- Será uma viagem breve mas devemos ir andando para não ter risco de perder o trem, vamos - sua postura ficou repentinamente rígida e seu rosto pareceu abalado mas dessa vez, guardei meus pensamentos para mim.

Ao menos ele foi gentil o suficiente para me ajudar com as duas malas, que estavam bem pesadas pela quantidade de livros que estavam ali dentro, quis pegar alguns extras de História da Magia para conhecer mais sobre aquele mundo.

E ele não estava errado, o caminho foi rápido apesar da chuva fina e das ruas molhadas. Não conversamos além das formalidades, descobri apenas que ele é um dos meus professores desse ano, professor Quirrel e nada mais.

Assim que meus pés deram um passo para dentro da estação, o homem se despediu com um aceno na cabeça e saiu para seguir seu próprio caminho com uma expressão esquisita, mas não me importei com isso por mais de 2 segundos.

Respirei fundo e comecei a andar seguindo a pequena aglomeração de pessoas que possivelmente ia trabalhar em outra cidade, já que não conhecia o caminho até as plataformas. Sinceramente não pensei que daria certo até ver os números das placas e logo apressei o passo, pois a minha estava mais a frente.

- 7 ... 8 ... 9 ... 10?? - parei de andar no mesmo instante em que percebi aquele erro, não tinha nada entre o 9 e o 10 - Não acredito nisso…

Permaneci parada encostada na parede olhando ao redor como se procurasse alguém, mas na verdade queria encontrar um milagre ou ao menos um anjo que pudesse me dizer o que fazer nessa situação.

Milhões de pensamentos passaram pela minha cabeça no intervalo de 2 minutos, a maioria deles negativos, até que algo chamou atenção para fora do meu desespero, ou melhor, alguém. Uma cabeleira ruiva tinha acabado de atravessar a parede, foi tão rápido que mal acreditei nos meus próprios olhos.

Mais duas pessoas fizeram o mesmo antes que eu conseguisse fechar minha boca e andar até lá, em passos incertos e trêmulos. Eles não tinham me notado e agradeci mentalmente por isso, porque não iria conseguir pronunciar uma única palavra certa. A notícia boa é que com certeza eram bruxos, pela forma que se vestiam e a conclusão mais lógica é que saberiam o caminho certo.

Aguardei todos atravessarem para me aproximar daquela parede, não consegui ouvir a conversa mas notei que a forma certa de entrar é correndo. Novamente respirei fundo e olhei ao redor procurando ver se alguém estava reparando na minha presença, com a estação cheia, a minha resposta veio como um rápido não.

Fechei os olhos e corri uns três passos curtos até sentir uma sensação diferente de tudo que senti até o momento. A parede de pedra pareceu ter se transformado em uma parede de vento e facilmente consegui chegar até o outro lado. Imediatamente abri meus olhos depois de ouvir o som de um trem e ao olhar para o lado, ali estava ele. O Expresso de Hogwarts, estava escrito logo na frente da locomotiva.

Só precisei de 10 segundos para reparar na diferença, as roupas eram definitivamente diferentes e tinha uma quantidade absurda de crianças e adolescentes, à medida que fui caminhando para mais perto da entrada do trem, mais pessoas iam aparecendo, de uma forma que eu não sabia explicar.

A viagem foi tranquila até Hogwarts, encontrei um vagão vazio assim que cheguei mas logo os lugares foram sendo ocupados e acabei dividindo a minha cabine com mais duas meninas, logo notei que eram irmãs e esse foi o assunto inicial da nossa conversa. Elas foram legais e me ajudaram a entrar no contexto atual do mundo bruxo, explicando o básico sobre Hogwarts também.

- E ele está aqui, o garoto que derrotou você-sabe-quem vai estudar com a gente! - a mais velha das morenas falou de forma empolgada com um sorriso enorme no rosto.

- Uma das minhas amigas me disse mais cedo que encontrou com ele no corredor, como será que ele é? - a mais nova perguntou mesmo sabendo que nenhuma de nós saberia a resposta.

Esse tópico permaneceu por um certo tempo, até elas decidirem dar uma volta pelo trem enquanto eu lia, aproveitando um tempo em silêncio. Honestamente, eu não ia gostar de estar na pele desse menino, não só por causa das tragédias na vida dele, mas também pela quantidade de atenção, comentários e teorias sobre ele.

Mas não posso negar, gostaria de conhecê-lo, quem não ficaria curioso depois de tudo que estava sendo comentado?

Pessoas entraram e saíram do vagão onde eu estava sentada e procurei manter uma conversa decente com todas, mas só me mexi realmente quando dois estudantes mais velhos vieram avisar que deveríamos trocar de roupa, pois estávamos chegando. Preferi esperar pois uma multidão apressada de alunos queriam ir primeiro, então acabei sendo uma das últimas a me vestir, porém uma das primeiras a sair.

Durante todo o caminho a vista tinha sido impressionante mas nada tinha me preparado para a visão que tive ao me aproximar do lago, onde deveríamos nos reunir. Tinha escurecido e não estava chovendo, a luz da lua refletia na superfície da água do lago negro como um espelho e quase fiquei triste ao notar que íamos atravessar de barco, pois aquela imagem ficaria embaçada.

Só consegui ver o contorno de um castelo enorme do outro lado mas já era suficiente para comprovar todo o esplendor daquele lugar e por uns segundos fiquei paralisada absorvendo a beleza de tudo à minha volta, até que uma voz me trouxe para a realidade.

- Apenas 4 pessoas em cada barco, crianças! E escolham bem quem vai remar, sem brigas dessa vez - olhei de relance para o homem gigante que falava animadamente com alguns alunos antes de me sentar em um espaço vazio.

Assim que chegamos ao outro lado, nos juntamos em um pequeno montinho nas escadas de entrada do castelo para ouvir uma das professoras. Eu permaneci atrás e em silêncio pois estava prestando atenção, até que vejo alguém passar ao meu lado e um sinto um pé em cima do meu, pisando por vários segundos com força.

- Aiiii! Não está vendo que eu estou aqui?? - falei indignada porém o mais baixo possível olhando para o garoto ruivo ao meu lado.

- Eu...me-me desculpe, eu não te vi - ele respondeu sem nem me olhar direito, seu rosto ficando tão vermelho quanto a cor de seus cabelos.

Pensei em responder mas como a professora ainda estava falando, preferi apenas concordar com a cabeça aceitando as desculpas. Só então percebi que chamei atenção de mais dois alunos, uma menina cacheada que lançava um olhar desaprovador para o ruivo mas sorriu para mim gentilmente e de um outro garoto moreno, que ao notar meu olhar desviou para o outro lado imediatamente.

Não demorou mais de 15 minutos até estarmos dentro daquele salão incrível, em vez de um teto de concreto igual ao lado de fora, logo acima da minha cabeça estava o céu estrelado mais bonito que eu já tive o prazer de ver, com velas flutuantes para completar a visão. Para o meu alívio, não parecia uma coisa comum para a maioria dos primeiranistas, que conversavam baixinho entre si então não fiquei parecendo uma idiota admirando sozinha.

Fomos instruídos a permanecer em uma fila, eu não tinha ideia do que ia acontecer então me distraí olhando para as estrelas, que nunca me pareceram tão alcançáveis até esse momento, eu gostaria de poder ir até lá em cima e tocar ao menos uma, mas seria impossível.

Andamos devagar até parar diante dos outros estudantes, que estavam distribuídos em 4 mesas, meus olhos não saíram do céu iluminado e por consequência, não notei que estava muito perto do menino na minha frente.

Ganhei meu primeiro mico do ano em menos de 10 minutos, porque pisei na capa do garoto à minha frente. Todas as consequências disso passaram muito rápido diante dos meus olhos. Em um segundo eu tinha me desequilibrado e caído, mas essa não é a pior parte. Sem querer eu puxei a capa dele para trás, o garoto se desequilibrou e caiu junto comigo, de costas para mim. Doeu, demais mesmo. Não mais que o peso da minha humilhação e da vergonha, porém ainda sim doeu.

Meu rosto ganhou um tom rosado enquanto eu rezava silenciosamente para ninguém ter reparado, porém não foi isso que aconteceu. Hoje não estava sendo o meu dia de sorte com certeza. Consegui ouvir metade do salão rindo e metade sussurrando, então eu soube com toda certeza que tinha deixado uma grande impressão para as pessoas e uma maior no chão de Hogwarts.

- Desculpe.. eu estava distraída - falei o mais baixo possível olhando para o teto e novamente para ele.

Ele não me olhou por mais de 2 segundos antes de desviar o olhar para aquela mesma direção e voltar novamente para mim. Seu aceno foi mínimo mas perceptível e logo se levantou, coisa que eu havia me esquecido de fazer naqueles poucos segundos.

O que me surpreendeu mais do que qualquer coisa nesse último mês foi a sua mão estendida para me ajudar, não demorei para aceitar a ajuda e assim me levantei e arrumei as minhas vestes tentando não demonstrar choque. Esse foi um ato de gentileza que eu não poderia esperar dos meus irmãos, considerando como ficariam irritados numa situação dessas, mas além da vergonha, não consegui ver um pingo de raiva em seus olhos verdes.

- Me desculpa mesmo… - falei mais uma vez, alto o suficiente para que apenas ele me escutasse.

O diretor tinha chamado atenção de todos, então a maioria tinha parado de rir, embora aquele ruivo de antes, faltava rolar no chão de tanto rir mas que parou logo depois do mini soco que o moreno deu nele.

- Tudo bem, será só mais um motivo para as pessoas falarem de mim pelas costas - ele me deu mais um pequeno sorriso de lado mas o seu tom não era dos mais felizes.

- E porquê?? Eu te vi antes mas não tive tempo de perguntar o seu nome - perguntei curiosa pois não tinha conhecido ninguém importante no mundo mágico até então.

Antes que ele pudesse me responder, os nomes começaram a ser chamados e as crianças caminhavam até o banquinho, onde o chapéu era colocado em suas cabeças. Depois disso ele não me respondeu, ninguém mais teve coragem de dizer uma palavra pois estavam muito ansiosos para chegar sua vez e também curiosos, assim como eu, para saber qual casa o famoso Harry Potter iria.

- Potter, Harry - convocou a professor com uma expressão séria porém serena e com um brilho diferente no olhar.

A partir daí os sussurros não tão baixos dos estudantes recomeçaram e eu, que já estava na mesa da Lufa-Lufa, só pude ficar surpresa ao notar que o menino com que eu arrastei para a minha vergonha, na verdade era o próprio Harry. Não tive coragem de encará-lo por mais de 5 segundos, novamente a vergonha me consumiu ao notar o tamanho do vexame que eu paguei.

Só voltei a olhá-lo quando a mesa da Grifinória irradiou em vivas e risadas assim que ele foi sorteado para lá e então nossos olhares se cruzaram pela última vez naquela noite.

Tetrachromat ||Harry Potter

Pairing: Cedrico Diggory x Reader // Hermione Granger x Reader

Summary: In a world where you can see 100 million different shades, every day means a new discovery. But among so many, you find something completely different in someone

Word Count: 2,6k

N / A:  tetrachromatism or tetracromacia comes from the mixture of two words of Greekorigin,"tetra" means "four" and "Chroma" which means "color". A tetrachromat person has 4 cell cones, instead of 3 which is more common, and this makes him sensitive to a wider color spectrum. 

Part II

 I had just come home after a tiring day at work, when I came across a scene that I hadn't seen in a long time. There was a brown owl on the steps of my house, I looked around and then walked over to it, took the letter that was tied to one of its legs, and a few seconds later I saw it flying across the London sky back to Hermione, after all there is no one but her that I know in the Wizarding World. As she was waiting for me there for a long time, I'm sure my parents haven't arrived yet, as they would have let her in. 

I left my bag on the sofa and sat down to read it immediately, I hadn't heard from her in over a year and sometimes I feared the worst had happened. The last thing I received was a warning, she had told me that she couldn't get in touch because she had an important mission to do and that when it was over, we could talk again. 

“Dear friend, 

It has been a week since the war ended, the Wizarding World is turned upside down but we are at peace and rebuilding ourselves now. I'm sending this letter to let you know that I'm going to visit my parents' house in a few days and I would like to see you too. After lunch next Saturday it seems like a good time. 

I have more things to tell you than I can put into words, I would also like to ask you a favor, but we can resolve this later. 

 With love, Hermione. ”

This visit was only the first of many. We talked as far as she could tell me, some issues were still sensitive and very recent and I obviously respected that, but even without many details, knowing the things that happened was difficult to process and she also respected that. 

We started seeing each other more than once a week, my parents managed to help locate Hermione's parents very easily, since our families have been neighbors and close friends for a long time. That was the favor she asked for and I immediately agreed. 

Over the course of two months, things were returning to their proper place and I had been officially invited by the brunette to visit their version of London and of course, I accepted. I was looking forward to that day, in the last letter I received, she told me that she would like to introduce Harry and Ronald, her boyfriend, to me. It is strange to think that I had heard everything about them, literally everything that happened at Hogwarts I knew from letters, but that we never actually talked. 

On the day that the visit was finally going to happen, I was more nervous than I had imagined. At 9 am, I was just getting ready when I heard a huge noise in the living room and for a few seconds I was scared, until I remembered that the girl warned me that this would happen. 

I could hear my parents' voices downstairs and I didn't even have to worry about hurrying, the only thing that caught my attention were the steps on the wooden stairs and then a light knock on the door. 

- Come in, Mione - I replied calmly, knowing who I was as I finished putting on my boots. 

- It's really impressive how you always guess right - she replied with a smile and came in, sitting next to me. 

- It's not very difficult, nobody in this house really knocks on the door before entering, although I keep complaining about it - we both smiled at my comment and I continued - I thought you were going to bring Harry and Ronald - I commented getting up and she immediately laughed , leaving me confused. 

- It is weird to hear you saying "Ronald" so formally, it seems that you do not know him- she explained to me and I had to laugh too.

- I think so too, but as I don't know him personally, it doesn't feel right to be informal, I can't explain it, but anyway, I'm ready to go. 

 We said goodbye to my parents before apparating to a street with several different stores. We walked a lot and it was nice to see how people were happier after all the terror that happened. 

Many people stopped to talk to Mione, she tried to disguise it but I noticed perfectly how well it did her, as if the whole sacrifice was worth it because no one would have to suffer or be afraid anymore. 

It was only at lunchtime that we met with the others at a restaurant, that I had to insist a lot to go and exchange my money because Hermione wanted to pay, since I was the guest of the day. 

Along the way, I noticed how this London is more normal than I imagined it to be, I have to look closely to see the less drastic differences.

- Is it true that you see different colors from everyone ?? - the redhead asked unable to hold himself and I just laughed at Hermione's indignant expression - Ouch! What? It’s not true? - He put his hand behind his head, where he had been slapped by the brunette next to him.  

 We had come in less than 5 minutes ago, I thought it was going to be a lot more uncomfortable than it really was. Right after the introductions, Ronald asked me that question and I admit that I was a little surprised. I had no idea that Mione talked about me for them. 

- It is true, colors work in a different way for me. Around everything there are colors popping out before my eyes - I tried to explain as easily as I could with a smile. 

- Around people too ?? Around us now, have colors ?? - his eyes sparkled with excitement when I agreed - what do you see around me ?? - he added with interest in his voice. 

- Many shades of red, blue and orange - I said after analyzing him for a few seconds.

- Hey, it reminds me of that book you gave me. The psychology of colors - her smile opened immediately when she remembered.

- Psychology? It couldn't have a better word for a title? Nobody in their right mind would read that - Ron leaned back in his chair and Harry's posture changed, as if he expected what was coming. 

- That book has the meaning of each color, I like to think that colors describe people but since you are not interested, I will not say it - the two went from water to wine in a matter of seconds.

- We are interested, how could I not have been told about this before ?? - The brown-eyed boy looked at her as if he had been terribly betrayed. 

- We had bigger concerns Ronald, since the first year you two took me into trouble that could have cost our life or our expulsion - she stared at him seriously and not a trace of remorse stamped his face.

- But you don't regret living all these adventures, right? It was fun at least, most of them - he replied leaning over to her with a wide smile. 

- Well, some choices could be decided much more sensibly, we weren't that much of a child - she said moving away to the side as the other approached - what are you doing, Ronald? - her cheeks burned a light pink. 

- What is the definition of red? - Harry said suddenly, taking my attention from the couple next to me, he looked as comfortable as I did. 

- Well, usually strong emotions. Passion, love, anger .. I see it in all of you, but it is not up to me to point out exactly what it means in each case - I said looking at the three since I received attention from the lovebirds. 

- And do you have proof of that? Is it really true ?? - He asked me again, even more curious. 

- In terms of colors and meanings, yes, but as there are few people with my condition, no researcher has identified the relationship of colors with what is around them. I like to believe it's true, so far it's not wrong and I have tested it several times. 

 We continued talking animatedly, even after our orders arrived. The topic of colors continued until everyone was satisfied with their definitions and then they decided to tell me some mini adventures that they lived together, which I still didn't know about. 

- And after all this episode with the spider, he had the courage to say that they didn't do it wrong, as if my head had almost been eaten by mistake - Ron said with wide eyes while gesturing non-stop. 

 We all laughed but I lost focus on the conversation as soon as two men stopped by our table, clearly father and son or something, due to the clear age difference. Both had friendly smiles on their faces, but the youngest one caught my attention the most. 

I just managed to hear an echo in my head of what the conversation was about, I obviously wasn't looking at him because it would be rude and it's not the kind of thing I would have the courage to do shamelessly. 

- We haven't seen each other in a while, Mr. Diggory, oh by the way, this is a friend of mine - Mione nodded at me and I smiled, just before I introduced myself and they did the same.

 Cedric, it’s his name. I remained distracted by my own thoughts until a tap on the shoulder woke me up, they were no longer there but I could tell they were at a nearby table. 

- Hey, I was talking to you - she said with an expression of indignation and a little bit of concern too - oh, finally back to this planet - she completed it as soon as she got my attention again. 

- What were you going to say, Mione? - I felt my face heat up but I tried to hide it as much as possible, the less attention for this moment of mine the better.

 The brunette decided to leave the questions for later and I thanked her internally for that. After we finished eating, it was just the two of us again since apparently both of the boys had plans for the rest of the day. 

- Did something bother you earlier? You didn't even look at us - I heard her say as we walked out of the restaurant.

- Yes, but you don't have to worry about that, I just needed a few seconds to put my head in place - I hadn't even realized what that could mean until I saw the smile on her face. 

- Was just one "hello" enough for your head to get out of place? Not that I'm judging, that's usually how it was at Hogwarts - her tone was a little bit malicious and I instantly slapped your arm. 

- It was nothing like that, I had never seen anyone or anything with so many colors before. He had a rainbow of colors, I couldn't even process it properly - I used the lowest tone I could, after all we were still in public. 

- Are you sure?? Your vision may have confused him with the whole background -  the rational side spoke first and I shook my head - well, it doesn't seem like a coincidence. Cedric has always been the definition of Hufflepuff, I couldn't think of anyone else who could be a rainbow, literally speaking - her smile returned even more prominent. 

 As a last stop, we went back to Diagon Alley because apparently the desserts there were the best. I was about to find out if this is true or not, when Hermione told me she was going to get a book, which really isn't a surprise to anyone, so I enjoyed my chocolate cake alone, sitting at one of the round pink tables. 

- Hey, I didn't expect to see you here - it definitely wasn't a female voice, so as I looked ahead there he was again. 

- I would go anywhere to have such a good cake - we both smiled and I motioned him to sit on the currently empty chair - and what is your reason? I asked with one eyebrow raised. 

- I'm working as a house elf today, my dad ordered a huge order here and I came to get it - maybe I had paid more attention than necessary to his smile, but who can judge me?

- I don't want to disturb you, it must be important - I tried to be the most sincere in those words, but most of me wanted his presence for a few more minutes. 

- He won't mind waiting longer, I couldn't miss the opportunity to spend a few more minutes with such a beautiful girl - he dared to wink at me. 

 Before I could answer, the cashier who also owns the place came to our table personally and what she said made me blush hard. 

- Hello, your father's order is ready, Mr. Diggory and we also have a special promotion for couples, if you are interested - her smile was loving. 

 Cedric was as speechless as I was, both overflowing with redness in our face and the lady did not seem to understand the situation at all, she brought another menu with options for couples to our table before leaving us alone again. 

- This is not what I expected to happen, but this colorful cake looks really good - I blinked slowly and couldn't resist it, I had to laugh and the confused expression on his face made me laugh even more. 

- That was a very HufflePuff way of dealing with the situation and, by the way, you should try it. It suits you after all - I commented before eating my own cake. 

- Do you study at Hogwarts too? I mean, studied when it wasn’t destroyed. 

- Oh no, I'm not a witch. I know a lot about it ‘cause of Hermione, apparently you're quite popular - again I noticed the pink on his cheeks increase and I must say, it's amusing  to watch. 

- Not quite popular for sure, what else you know about me? - He regained his confident posture and raised an eyebrow in my direction. 

- Not beyond what I have already implied, but I would love to know more if it’s okay for you.

 Where did I get that confidence from? I'm not sure, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity and my attitude seems to have taken him by surprise as much as me. The words disappeared from his mouth as I grinned. 

- Is there a problem Cedric? - I was having more fun than I expected this afternoon. 

- I should have asked you out, but you were faster - he said so seriously frustrated but my only desire is  just to laugh.

- Oh, do you want to go out with me? I meant to get to know each other as friends - he stopped to analyze me and I tried to be serious but before he apologized, I held his hand - I was just kidding, I would love to go out with you - I winked at him before letting go. 

- You are really ... my heart is not going to have a minute of peace from now on, is it? 

- I will try to take it easy on you Diggory, but I don't know if I will be able to do it for long.  

 An hour later I left to look for Hermione with a promise from Cedric, we would meet again next week.

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