Seeking Something Special!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with HarryPotter…the book or the dude. All that belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do own three characters though. I own the Ravenclaw girl, who is a characterization of my friend, DancingDork, who I dedicate this fic to for her birthday. And I own her two Hufflepuff friends. Luv ya, Squeaks!
Summary: When a tired muggle born Ravenclaw bumps into the legendary Harry Potter before a Quidditch match, she doesn't recognize who he is at first. But what happens when he searches for her and they meet again after the triumphant win?
Dedication: This entire story is dedicated to DancingDork, the birthday girl.
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It had been a long night for the small brunette as she made her way to Ravenclaw from the library. Eyelids drooped, she yawned, tucking Hogwarts:AHistory under her arm. She had read and re-read that book several times since she had started as a first year at Hogwarts, but the days had long gone when the table could actually be seen underneath all the books she studied. It was too exhausting, which was why she was hardly paying attention when she bumped into someone, dropping her book in the process. Her glasses nearly toppled off her nose, so she adjusted them during constant stuttered apologies.
Quickly bending over at the same time to pick up her book, their hands touched and the two looked up to see the other's face. She blushed immediately as she noticed how breathtakingly handsome he was. His green eyes were also hidden behind black rimmed glasses; messy black hair hung in the way of his face, covering his forehead completely. She froze trying to think of something to say. He picked up her book and they stood up again as he held the book out to her, not breaking their gaze.
"Thanks," she managed, gratefully taking it from him, "I was just coming up from the library and I guess I was… tired. I didn't see you coming. Sorry. Are you okay?"
The boy smiled warmly at her concern. "I am fine, really," he assured her, not looking away from her brown-eyed gaze, "Do you want me to walk you to your House? I'd be more than happy."
The girl nodded, realizing she was almost there anyway. "Sure… Maybe you could make sure I don't run down any other unfortunate people who are innocently trying to get back to their Houses." She laughed and he chuckled a bit as they started walking. "Ravenclaw isn't too far from here, actually."
The boy looked at her again reassuringly. "Well, I don't mind," he told her and for some reason her heart fluttered in her chest, "Besides… saving lives is sort of what I do. Well, that and playing Quidditch in tomorrow's match against Slytherin."
The girl looked at him curiously. She was excited for tomorrow's game for two reasons: 1) She loved to watch the Seekers chase the golden Snitch and 2) the Gryffindor Seeker was none other than the legendary Harry Potter. She'd never actually met him personally, but it had always been her dream to be there when he won the House cup.
"Really? Well, I'm sure you will do great," she told him cheerfully just as they got to the Ravenclaw entrance, "Good luck tomorrow. I'll be rooting for you. Go Gryffindor. You are in Gryffindor, right?"
He chuckled. "Yeah," he said with a grin, "Good night."
She smiled almost confidently back at him. "Good night," she responded and watched as he walked away. As she turned back to the entrance so she could answer the riddle and get inside, she wondered why her heart was throbbing.
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The next day…
Harry's heart was ready to leap out of his chest as he quickly scanned the crowd of Ravenclaws for the girl he'd seen the night before, but there were so many he could hardly pick out any specific face. Just then, he heard the announcer introduce Slytherin, resulting in an uproar of cheers from the House members and some fans. Looking around frantically, he realized how important it was for him to find the brunette. He didn't know why, but he had to find out who she was. He didn't remember seeing her before and he didn't know too many people from Ravenclaw, so his only chance was to run into her again, which wasn't likely to happen unless he searched for her… or she came to him. She had to have known who he was – who didn't? – unless she was muggle born, but even then she would have heard about who he was at Hogwarts.
"Gryffindor!" the announcer started to introduce them, causing the familiar comfort of cheers bellowing throughout their House and many of the fans from the others… including the girl.
Harry knew that if he didn't find her, he wouldn't be able to sleep until he knew her name. There was something about her that made her seem special. As his name was called, he flew out into the stadium and held his head up high, taking one last look at the Ravenclaws before keeping an eye out for the Snitch, knowing the girl would be watching and cheering for him the entire time. He promised himself he'd win for her and he wouldn't stop trying his best until his fingers were firmly clasped around the winged gold ball.
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"And Potter has the Snitch, making this another triumph for Gryffindor and earning them the House Cup," the announcer's voice boomed cheerfully throughout the stadium, creating another uprising, "Nice job, Slytherin. Better luck next time."
The Quidditch players landed off the field while everyone else stood chatting with friends until they were told they could return to the Great Hall. The small brunette girl clapped excitedly; her eyes had only been on Harry the entire time and occasionally searching for early signs of the Snitch.
"Squeaky," her friend from Hufflepuff stated as she approached, practically clinging to her blonde-haired blue-eyed mate, "He's probably heading up to school soon. If you hurry now, I can guarantee you a few minutes alone with him. We can cover for you here… unless you want me to come with you."
The brunette girl smiled at the blonde couple and sighed. "Thanks, guys, but I can go talk to him by myself," she replied before giving them both a hug and scurrying off to find the Gryffindor Seeker. Making her way back to the grounds, she couldn't stop thinking about what she would say to him.
Then, something crossed her mind. The guy she'd run into the night before had said he played Quidditch for Gryffindor, but she hadn't recognized him on the team. Had he lied to her? Why would he have done that? Where was he now? Just as she felt dizzy from all the questions and none of the answers, she stumbled into someone who hadn't been looking where they were going either. She stuttered out her apologies, wondering why she always seemed to run into everyone. She heard him say something to himself about trying to find someone and she looked up at him.
"It's you," he gasped as realization sunk in.
The girl looked at the boy strangely before having an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. "It's me," she said with a friendly laugh, "Do we always seem to meet like this?" Taking a closer look, she noticed something familiar about him… as if it really was the boy she'd run into before.
"You're the girl from Ravenclaw who ran into me last night," the boy explained in surprise, "You must remember me. I'm Harry Potter."
The girl gaped at him in shock as she noticed the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Then, she remembered something. Reaching up, she brushed his hair in the way of his forehead and smiled. "It is you. I guess I was so tired last night that I didn't recognize you in the dimmed lighting," she said, her carefully rehearsed words falling out of place, "I'm Genevieve… Everyone just calls me Squeaky. Just call me Squeaky." She looked down at the ground for a moment to think of something intelligent to say.
"That's a very pretty name… The longer one. I like your nickname, too. It's cute," Harry stumbled, wondering why it was so hard to talk to her now that he knew who she was, "Let's go inside and maybe get a butterbeer from the kitchen."
She looked up at him and thought it over for a second. Quickly deciding no harm could come from it unless Fred and George Weasley kidnapped and dragged them down to Hogsmead – they were definitely capable of doing so – she nodded and they started walking. "Oh, I almost forgot," she remembered and flung her arms around him in a hug, "Congratulations on winning. I promised myself I'd give you a hug when you did." She pulled away and sighed in relief when he smiled warmly at her.
"Before the match, I promised I'd win for you… since you said you were cheering for me," he admitted, making her blush. In his mind, she looked even prettier than she naturally did.
"Who else were you looking for?" she asked him curiously to break the awkward silence between them, "You said something about finding someone when I bumped into you again."
Harry shook his head quickly. "I was looking for you," he explained, realizing she probably thought he had a girlfriend or something like that, "That entire time, I was trying to find you, knowing that you were somewhere in the stands cheering for me."
The girl nodded and continued to watch him as they walked. "Well, I never doubted you for a second," she assured him cheerfully, "Not even when you were down by a few goals and the Slytherin Beaters hit both the Bludgers in your direction just as the golden Snitch showed up."
They recounted the events of the game and compared strategies, criticizing the tiniest details and finding ways to help perfect each play in the game.
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"You know…" Harry began as they sat down in the kitchen with their butterbeers, "You seem to know a lot about Quidditch. Have you tried out to play on your House team? I bet you'd be really good."
The brunette fiddled with the mug in her hands. "No, I need to focus on my studies," she replied matter-of-factly, "Being born and raised in the muggle world, showing the first signs of magic in the family, and having to start out from scratch here takes a lot out of a person… no matter how capable they seem."
Harry nodded understandingly and drank some of the foam-topped liquid. "I see where you're coming from," he replied, "But… if you really wanted to, I could help you work around your busy schedule. I'll be able to show you how I managed to fit in practice my first time."
She thought about it. If she agreed, she could spend more time with him… but she'd never fit it all in if she even ended up making the team next year. "I don't know," she said and he put an arm around her shoulder, "So, you'd really help me?"
He nodded eagerly. "Of course, I would," he answered and she kissed him on the cheek, "What was that?"
She watched his curious smile widen. "A thank you," she admitted, leaning against him as his arm hung around her shoulders still and she rest her head on his shoulder, "For everything."
He smiled back at her happily. "You're welcome," he said quietly, "Anything for you."
(A/N) Hey! How'd you all like this one? I am def most proud of this HP fic out of all of mine because I wrote it with one of my colleagues, Luthien Saralonde, for one of my best friends, DancingDork (luv ya, Squeaks!) for her birthday coming up/already passed and didn't get her a gift. So, here it is… our famous masterpiece! Check out my other fics I wrote for my other besties… in many different categories of course. They all have wide ranges of tastes. Leave me pretty little – hopefully long – reviews! Thx loads. I know I'll get one from you, right, Squeaks? Pouts… puppy dog eyes… begs… gives paw. =D Luvers ya!
Edit: Alrighty, because I noticed some typos and editing issues, I've decided to include this in my New Year's "spring cleaning". So… nothing drastic happened aside from me fixing a few spots where words didn't quite make it from the paper onto the Word document and extra words weaseled their way into the story. Heheh… *sweatdrop* Yeah… my bad. Sorry I didn't get the edits posted at the beginning of the year like I'd originally planned.
In case anyone cares, this is also the 14th fic I posted to my account. And I'm pretty proud of it.
Originally posted: 3/4/09
Revised: 1/10/11
Reposted: 10/30/11