Thanks so much for all of your support for these one-shots! I really love writing them so I'm so glad you all love reading them!

EDIT: I've got one of my friends to BETA for me and she gave me some tips and stuff so I hope you like it! I never realized how many grammar problems there were. Also, she suggested I change the name back because she thought it didn't quite fit. I kinda agree. I'm taking suggestions for a new title name still.

So this one is actually quite long, comparatively. When I was writing it, I thought it was going to be 2,000 at most but I ended up writing a lot. I really wanted to show a friendship between Alfred and Elizaveta because I think they would be great friends! (And of course, a 'romance' between Arthur and Alfred). However, I can't really find a good ending or summary so this will have to do for now.

I never ever see fics where Alfred is a Ravenclaw and Arthur is a Gryffindor. I really love Alfred as a pretentious Ravenclaw and Arthur as an overconfident Gryffindor. I hope you like it too! I really love Alfred and Arthur as any Hogwarts House, to be honest.

If you have an suggestions, feel free to tell me.

America: Ravenclaw seventh year

England: Gryffindor seventh year

Summary: Alfred was probably the only student at Hogwarts who hated Quidditch, so it was a miracle that he came to the game. It surely had nothing to do with the Gryffindor seeker.

Enjoy~!

Alfred Jones was probably the only student in Hogwarts that didn't like Quidditch.

Well, maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but still, he was in the very small minority that didn't like Quidditch.

As a child, however, Alfred loved Quidditch. He loved magic and sports, so a combination of the two was basically a dream for him. Alfred imagined being the world's best player, like every young wizard, and even forced his muggle brother to play Quidditch with him (it was as much of a fail as it sounded).

It wasn't until Alfred came to Hogwarts that he began to hate Quidditch. He just couldn't understand why everyone in the school was so enthralled in the dumb sport. The matches were always too long and boring and he found it hard to keep track of so many variables while watching. There were the chasers and the keepers and the beaters and the seekers plus all the balls flying everywhere. It gave Alfred a headache just thinking about it.

Besides, there were more important things in life than Quidditch, but it didn't seem like anyone at Hogwarts appreciated a well-made potion, aside from the professors. If it didn't have to do with the Quidditch Cup, nobody seemed to care.

So when Elizaveta invited him to watch the Ravenclaw against Gryffindor match, it was a miracle Alfred said yes.

He couldn't think of a reason why he actually said yes, he assumed that Elizaveta might have put a spell on him. Elizaveta was always playing with his emotions, so this instance shouldn't have been any different. In the end, Alfred claimed that he needed a break from his studies. Yes, he told himself, only a break from your studies. His mother always told him that he studied too much for his own good and needed more breaks. It surely had nothing to do with the captain of the Gryffindor team.

"I'm glad you decided to come!" Elizaveta said with a bright smile. "I haven't seen you around basically since Christmas break! You've been so boring lately with all the studying!"

Elizaveta was one of Alfred's good friends at Hogwarts. The two had met when an upper classman took Alfred's potion book and Elizaveta stepped in and kicked the bully's ass and we're friends ever since.

"I'm not staying for long though. I have an advanced astronomy assignment that I need to finish. Plus, it's freezing out here!" he exclaimed and snuggled into his blue scarf for emphasis. Even though he had been in Hogwarts for seven years, he couldn't get used to the cold. It was already March and it was barely above freezing. Alfred couldn't wait until he could go back home to Texas where it was warm all year round. No, he wouldn't miss the cold weather in the UK at all.

"See! You're no fun at all!" Elizaveta pouted, her bottom lip pursed outward. Her green eyes focused on her legs that swung back and forth. "Where's the Alfred I know?"

"Piled under a shit ton of work!"

"Come on, you've got to stop studying at some point! You're not a robot!"

"It's hard not to with the NEWTs coming up. My parents want me to work with the ministry and I could hardly do that with bad grades. I've got to keep up my family name, you know." Alfred's patents dreamed of their son working for the ministry ever since they found out he was a wizard. They always wanted what was best for their only magical son, even if it was a bit extreme.

"But there's no need to study every second!" the Ravenclaw girl exclaimed waving her hands in the air for emphasis. "You're already the smartest guy in the school!"

"Well thanks." Alfred blushed humbly. He would hardly call himself the smartest student in the school. Alfred had a natural talent, especially for potions, and therefore did extremely well in his studies. He did get one A in a charms class in one of his classes but he would swear it was because the professor absolutely despised him because he was always drawing during class. "But it's really all the studying I do."

"You're beginning to sound like Roderich," Elizaveta said with a groan.

"What? The piano guy you're dating?"

"Dated," she corrected, her hands twisting the long fabric on her robes. It wasn't exactly a secret that Elizaveta had dated the piano playing Austrian. She would go on and on about how wonderful it was that Roderich had wrote another piece of music or baked another fine pastry or took her on some fancy date. Frankly, Alfred found him stuck up and pretentious. He much preferred when Elizaveta with Gilbert. At least Gilbert didn't scold him for not having his robes tucked in or having his elbows on the table at supper.

"Right, I forgot. The head boy isn't good enough for you. You're dating the Ravenclaw keeper again. Gil is it?" Alfred teased. Gilbert was one of Alfred's good friends as well as, if only for Elizaveta. Elizaveta and Gilbert were childhood friends yet fought more than cats and dogs, although Alfred would always tease that it was merely sexual tension, much to Elizaveta's displeasure.

"No! I'm not dating Gil! He's not my type! He's too loud! Besides, we're just friends!" Elizaveta protested, although her cheeks burned a bright red. She really did like the light haired German as more than friends, but like hell she would let Alfred know that; she wouldn't hear the end of it. "Although I wouldn't be talking! I'm not the only one attracted to Quidditch players! You're all over the Gryffindor seeker."

"Pfft no? I'm only here to study flying techniques," Alfred lied slightly. He was going to studying flying techniques, and watching Arthur's movements was one way to accomplish that. But Elizaveta didn't need to know that.

"Mmm sure. Flying techniques," Elizaveta replied with a roll of her green eyes. Elizaveta claimed she was an expert on relationships. She knew everyone who was dating in the school and called it her 'sixth sense' (although Alfred quickly found out she had been using some form of divination). It didn't help that Alfred basically wore his heart on his sleeve.

"What!?"

"Oh nothing," she hummed to herself.

No, it was purely for his studies. That's what he would tell himself. The way the captain flew, he was surely only fixated because of his perfect movements. It couldn't be his golden blond hair or forest green eyes.

It definitely wasn't because he was attracted to him or anything.

Somehow over the years, he grew fond of the Gryffindor seeker. He assumed someone as heroic and brave as Arthur wouldn't appreciate anything other than Quidditch games, like most Gryffindors. But Alfred knew that Arthur had a secret passion for magical creatures, not that Alfred was stalking him or anything.

"And what do you need to study flying techniques for?" Elizaveta asked, breaking Alfred from his trance.

"Uhhh..." Alfred stumbled to find the right words. "I want to try out for Quidditch next term."

"No you don't. You hate Quidditch more than I hate dresses. Come on, we all know why you're really here."

"You caught me!" Alfred said and raised his hands in mocked surrender. "I'm taking an extra NEWT in Hogwarts history! You know, gotta learn everything about Quidditch and flying! They might test me on Quidditch so I have to learn everything!"

"Come on, Al," Elizaveta groaned and slapped his arm playfully. "I know you like Arthur."

"I do not!" Alfred denied, a red blush grazing his cheeks. Maybe he did like the Gryffindor seeker. So what? Lots of people liked Arthur. Who wouldn't like a popular, athletic Gryffindor?

Besides, Arthur would never notice him anyways with his posy of annoying Quidditch players that only liked him because he was their star player. They didn't know that he was fascinated my magical creatures - unicorns to be specific - or enjoyed a cup of earl grey with one teaspoon of milk. All they knew was that he was the best seeker, as if nothing else matters but being the best at Quidditch.

"The whole school knows you like Arthur! You may as well be dating! It's kinda adorable! It doesn't take a Ravenclaw to see that."

"Oh shut it." Alfred pushed his friend playfully. "I don't even know him!"

Elizaveta smirked. "So you do like him."

"I'm ignoring you."

Alfred turned his attention back to the game. Gryffindor was already winning by fifty points, even though it was no surprise. Ravenclaw never exactly had a good Quidditch team to begin with, mostly because they hardly cared about sports - everyone claimed studies were far more important. Not to mention that for the past three years, Gryffindor had dominated the Quidditch pitch. The team had the best beaters and chasers and more importantly, the best seeker.

The red seeker's movements were fluid and precise, like painting a beautiful landscape with his broom. Even Alfred, who absolutely despised Quidditch (or at least, told himself he hated Quidditch), could appreciate how smoothly he flew around the field. From the stands, Alfred could tell he was scoping the field for the snitch.

Alfred turned to a clean sheet in his journal and began to scribble down notes on the margin of his good parchment. Of course, this was nothing like the notes he would take in class. His words were more poetic when describing Arthur. His precise movements and perfect tactics made it all too easy, nonetheless.

"Did you see that, Al!?" she shouted, breaking Alfred's concentration. He looked up for a moment at the game and noticed the referee had called a foul. "They totally hit Gil! That was totally unfair! The refs are totally cheating for Gryffindor!"

"Mmm sure," Alfred agreed chewing on his pencil.

"Stop focusing your erotic writings of Arthur and actually watch the game."

"They're not erotic!" Alfred protested, slamming the book before shut before Elizaveta could peak at his work. Okay maybe flying on a broomstick was inherently erotic, but Alfred couldn't help that. But he definitely didn't write him in erotic positions on purpose! Next time, he swore he would use invisible ink.

"Is that why you're drooling?"

Alfred quickly wiped away the drool that welled at the corner of his lips with the sleeve of his black robes. "Am not! It's saliva from the pencil."

The brown haired Ravenclaw rolled her eyes. "Just watch the stupid game. You're here for a break, remember?"

"A break that has lasted too long!" Alfred exclaimed. He knew he shouldn't have come to this utter waste of time, even if he did get a glimpse at Arthur. He needed to study for his NEWTs and frankly his writings of Arthur were hardly going to get him a good job in the future.

"You've been here for ten minutes!"

"That's long enough! I can't take away any more time from my studies. I have to get more information about Quidditch, but maybe this isn't the best way."

"If you want so much 'information' about Quidditch and flying or whatever, why don't you ask Arthur? He probably has a lot of tips for you," she suggested with a sly grin.

"I can't ask Arthur Kirkland! He's practically famous! He was already recruited by two professional Quidditch teams!"

"You can show him your writings! It's totally romantic!"

"I told you I don't like him! I'm not talking to Arthur and that's final!"

"But it's for your studies. You wouldn't want to disappoint your parents."

Alfred scowled. He knew Elizaveta always knew exactly how to manipulate him to do what she wants. "Fine! I'll talk to him!" But he would only talk to him to get Elizaveta to stop bothering him, or at least that's what he told himself. It absolutely had nothing to do with his feelings towards Arthur.

Alfred felt extremely out of place in the Gryffindor tent. Not only did Ravenclaw lose the game (although it was no surprise), Alfred despised how absolutely arrogant Gryffindors could be, especially after victory. But what would a Gryffindor celebration be without a party?

And there Alfred was, standing awkwardly amongst the midst of gold and red. The tent positively bursting with excitement. Assortments of food and alcohol was scattered amongst obnoxiously bright red and gold decorations. The large crowd of students was bustling around in an attempt to congratulate the players on a good game. At the center of it all was Arthur Kirkland: the one who had won the game.

Up close, Arthur was rather attractive - even Alfred could admit that. His hair was a beautiful golden shade, albeit a bit messy, that fell around his pale face. His features were well defined with bright green eyes and thick eyebrows. His body, however, had the perfect build for a seeker: rather small stature but with light muscles around his calves and biceps.

"Oh hi, Mr. Kirkland," Alfred mumbled as he approached the seeker. He mentally kicked himself for being so awkward. He couldn't explain why he always tripped over his words around Arthur.

"Please call me Arthur. And you are Alfred, Alfred Jones, no?" Arthur asked, his words slurring together. Alfred could tell he had a bit to drink already, seeing all of the alcohol present. Not to mention Arthur wasn't exactly that large, standing about a head shorter than Alfred.

"Um yeah, that's me." Instinctively, Alfred began to scratch the hair on the back of his neck awkwardly. He couldn't believe Arthur actually knew his name. Sure, they've been in some of the same classes together for the past seven years, but it was a miracle that someone as heroic as Arthur knew someone as boring as Alfred. "I'm really glad to meet you." Alfred held out his hand for Arthur to shake.

Arthur swatted his hand away and chuckled. Alfred had to admit it was rather cute, even though he most certainly did not find Arthur in general to be cute. Just his laugh. "Oh I know you. You've in my classes for the past seven years. Always getting good grades and making everyone else look bad. They call you the smartest student in the school, you know?"

Alfred arched an eyebrow. "Do they?" he asked with fake innocence.

"Of course, Mr. Outstanding in every class. And what would the smartest kid in the school be doing here?" He gestured to the Gryffindor tent with his half empty wine glass. True this wasn't exactly a scene he was used to - Alfred much preferred the library with Kiku - but he couldn't tell Arthur it was to gather information. "To meet me? Would you like an autograph or a photograph?"

"Well...not really-"

"I wouldn't expect you to even leave the library let alone come to a Gryffindor after party," Arthur sneered rudely. "Did you come from the free alcohol?"

Alfred blinked twice. "Not exactly."

"Then why is the most perfect student in all of Hogwarts gracing me with his presence?" He shifted his weight onto his left leg, anxiously waiting for an answer.

"I...I just came to congratulate you," Alfred sputtered an obvious lie. He didn't exactly want Arthur to know that he had come to basically crash his party in order to get notes about Quidditch, or ask him on a date like Elizaveta had wanted him to. He surely couldn't say that.

"Mm, I guess you're disappointed that our team won, then," Arthur pointed out, his finger absentmindedly tracing the rim of the glass. For someone who has just won a game, he didn't exactly sound all that happy.

"Not really. You're an amazing player. Ravenclaw is no match for you...and your team," he quickly added, mentally kicking himself for slipping up. He couldn't let Arthur know that he liked him.

"Thanks, although you would hardly know," he snorted, rather rudely, his green eyes still focused on the wine instead of Alfred. "You weren't even watching."

"I'm sorry," Alfred apologized sheepishly. He couldn't believe Arthur caught him, of all the people who came to the game. There had to be hundreds of people in the stands, yet somehow Arthur was able to focus on him. "You know with the NEWTs coming up-"

"How absolutely Ravenclaw of you," Arthur sneered with a roll of his round eyes. "So...what were you studying?"

"Oh nothing really," the Ravenclaw student scoffed.

"Come on, I saw you. Didn't even look up from that petty book, even your girlfriend couldn't get you to look at her."

"She's just a friend." Alfred knew he was constantly teased about dating his girl friends, especially Elizaveta. He couldn't help it that he found it easy to talk to girls more so than guys, for some reason he couldn't put his finger on.

"Of course she is," the English boy replied sarcastically. There was an awkward pause before Arthur finally asked "well...what was so bloody important that you missed watching the greatest sport ever?"

"I guess...I just wanted to study some flying maneuvers. I just needed some advance techniques that aren't really covered in some of the books."

"Are you spying on me? Trying to learn my techniques? You want to give them to your pathetic team?"

"Hardly," Alfred claimed. He could care less about the Ravenclaw Quidditch team or winning the house cup. If it didn't have to do with getting good grades, Alfred had absolutely no interest.

"Then why are you really here, Alfred?" the Gryffindor seeker nagged, his eyebrow raised in anticipation.

"I told you I was taking notes for my NEWTs."

"Then let me see."

Alfred froze, panicking a little. He couldn't show Arthur his notes of him; especially with how detailed they were of Arthur rather than the game. "...that won't be necessary."

"Oh come on." Arthur waved his hand in the cold air. "I could even give you some pointers."

"Um...well..."

Before Alfred could escape the situation, Arthur took out his wand and gave it a small flick. "Accio notebook!"

As soon as the words were said, the notebook flew out of Alfred's hands and into Arthur's.

"Didn't think I was smart enough to know that spell, did you?" Arthur smirked with an eyebrow raised. When Alfred didn't answer (and honestly how could he?), Arthur opened the notebook to the first page.

Alfred cringed. "I'm sorry! The notes are really bad-"

"These are beautiful," he interrupted. He grazed his long fingers over the cursive letters. He was amazed at how angelic it made him sound. Even his thick eyebrows were detailed poetically. "You really do have a gift, you know."

Alfred blushed. "Thanks."

"Arthur!" the Gryffindor keeper shouted. "Manchester United wants to talk to you about recruitment."

"Okay, tell them I'll be with them in a minute." He quickly downed the rest of his red wine and turned towards Alfred. "How about you show me your notes somewhere else? I could give you some pointers, you know. Tea and scones at Hogsmede, if that's not too much time to take out of your studying?"

"No. It's not too much trouble." Alfred immediately regretted his words. He would never hear the end of this from Elizaveta.

"Great. Then it's a date."

To be continued...?