The Quidditch Match
"Mount your brooms," Madam Hooch growled, as Harry peered into Malfoy's face. Malfoy was squinting in a threatening glance and Harry did the same. "On my whistle." The whistle blew. Harry sped up high in the air on his firebolt, listening to the cheering crowd drowning in on him. He loved it. Swerving in and out of the goalposts he searched the ground for a hint of gold but none was in sight. Katie Bell was swooping on her broom, getting closer and closer to the goal any minute. Finally, she plucked the quaffle in, and turned around to get a high five. Before long, Gryffindor had a 50-0 lead. The snitch hadn't been seen yet and Harry was getting restless. He flew as high as he could and looked down. Nothing. Looking to his left, Harry noticed Malfoy doing the same thing as him. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he saw the snitch. It was glittering over the right post of the Slytherin goal. Just before Harry could zoom after it, a bludger swooped by his side. Sighing relief, he looked back at the snitch. It had disappeared. Malfoy seemed to be tailing him so he moved out of the way. "Yes!" he heard Malfoy cry, with a look of triumph on his face. Harry looked where Malfoy was looking, but he saw nothing. He turned around to Malfoy, only to see him flying in the opposite direction a glint of gold ahead. It had been a trick! Harry tried to catch up with him but he knew it was no use. Malfoy was closing in on the snitch. Even on a firebolt, Harry knew he would never be able to capture Malfoy's determination. Finally, Malfoy's hand closed on the snitch. Harry flinched. Suddenly, the snitch popped out of Malfoy's hand and he started to bobble it. It was a miracle! Harry lunged after him and knocked the snitch away. Harry kept his fist tight until the whistle blew. He had won!