A/N Hey guys! So here is my new story! This is so far my favorite story to write, so I really hope you guys enjoy it! I am putting in a song that helped me right the chapter and naming the chapter after a part of the song. Today's song is Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie.
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
'You have got to be kidding me.' Harry thought to himself after waken up to a anxious Ron. Of all the days to be late, it had to be the first Quidditch match of the season. Quickly getting ready he ran down for breakfast. He took in the scent of coffee,
toast and sausages as he walked into the Great Hall. Walking over to the Gryffindor table and taking a seat next to Hermione, he picked up the Daily Prophet.
"Oh Harry," said Hermione, "You might not want to read that, it's just a bunch of rubbish."
I look at the front page to see a picture of me looking right back.
THE BOY WHO LIVES! DISTURBED?
Is The Chosen One mentally unstable? I have word from an anonymous source, that, Harry Potter is disturbed.
"He has spazzes all the time. Fallen off his chair, clutching his head and making distressed noises like some depressed puppy."
"What! This is ridiculous!" I half-shout, standing up from the table.
"Harry sit down, your only proving the point the article was trying to make." Hisses Hermione.
"Yeah. We know the article isn't true mate." Says Ron.
I sit down grudgingly, concentrating on finishing breakfast quick as humanly possible and getting the hell out of this place. I get up from the table, speed walking out of the Great Hall. I walk out and turn right into somebody. Sending both of us sprawling
to the floor. I stand up.
"Sor-" I look up. "Malfoy."
"Potter," he spits out, "Watch where you are going!"
"Watch your mouth Malfoy, I am not disturbed!"
"Nice declaration Potter, but I haven't the slightest clue what your talking about."
"So you didn't go spout a bunch of crap to the Prophet?"
"I haven't done that since third year. I am a Malfoy, we don't go to the press untill we have all the proof. Try as I might, I don't think I could prove that your mental."
"Whatever Malfoy."
I walk away, and for some reason I found myself blushing fiercely, I have to stop thinking about Malfoy. Now, it's time for me to get ready for the Quidditch match, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.
We walk out onto the pitch. Our uniforms gleaming red and gold, the crowd roars and claps as we walk. I see the Slytherin team walk out. Malfoy is walking his hair reflecting the sunlight. I notice that the ponytail he is wearing looks fantastic in his
hair. The Slytherin side cheers and... Hisses? Yup, the Slytherin house is hissing, I look over and see half of Malfoy's group hissing, while the other half is laughing at the hissers. I have never seen them so relaxed, without there cold masks.
"Captains, shake hands."
Malfoy and I shake hands. I can't help but notice how soft his hands are. Now, that I think about. Malfoy, only smiles when we play Quidditch.
"Mount your brooms."
I get ready, legs around my firebolt.
"And GO!"
I shoot up into the air. Keeping my eyes open for the golden glint of the snitch. Up in the air, I don't hear what is happening. It's just me and my broom. I watch as the team cooperates. Gryffindor is winning 60-10. I look around and see Malfoy flying
around, his glee similar to that of a child in a candy store. About half an hour in, I see the snitch. I make a dive for it, Malfoy beside me. The snitch goes back up in the air, Malfoy and I go right behind it. We are near Gryffindor's goals, Malfoy
and I reach out to grab it, and Malfoy catches it, then crashes into the post I see Malfoy fall and I go to grabhim. I snatchMalfoy and hold onto his unconscious , the broom can't hold both of us and it throws us off. We
are going to fall twenty feet, it's inevitable. I roll onto my back, I can help Malfoy. I see Snape and Professor McGonnagall get up from the stands, but they aren't quick enough. I hold Malfoy's head to my chest as we crash onto the ground. I have
to protect this beautiful person. He is more like an angel. I don't know why I am thinking this, however, my last thought is to protect Malfoy by taking the majority if the impact.
"What information is there to report?" asked a deep voice.
"The young ones where playing a game on brooms-"
"Quidditch?"
"Yes master. They where both trying to get a golden ball-"
"The snitch."
"Correct. Anyway, the blond one crashed into a goal, and he fell off his broom. Then the raven haired one, swooped down and saved him. The broom then kicked both if them off, the raven haired boy rolled and absorbed the impact on his back. They fell from
about 20 feet."
"Very promising. Thank you. You are excused and pardoned."
The creature walked out, head bowed. The master's eyes glowed mischievously. Finally, he could see that this was happening. They would be the ones to save them. The master got up and went outside. Lying down on the damp grass, he looked up at the stars.
Yes, it was just about time, it is written in the stars.
A/N So here is the end! I hope you guys enjoyed it! R and R
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