Authors note: I just love Harry Potter, don't you? I've been thinking of this story for over a week now and I decided to write it and publish it for you guys to read.
P.S If you don't like the mixin with outside people or Harry Potter for that matter...then do not read this!
Explanation: You know in Quidditch, those red balls that chases after the players. Are they called Dodgers or Blodgers? I'll go with Blodgers, just do you guys know.
Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters, nor do I own the books or anything. I just own this story .
Don't wake me up yet...
I'm A Slave To You
She walked down the hall with Hermione, talking and talking and talking and talking.
"Hermione, do you even know what it means when somebody tells you to be quiet?"
The slightly shorter and younger Gryffindor looked at her. Her cheeks got beet red.
"That was you? I thought I was hearing things."
She turned away and continued walking.
"If you think that you're hearing things, honey, then you should talk to a doctor." she said with a smirk. Hermione blushed again and nodded that she would maybe do just that.
She really admired her. She was older and wiser, knew much more than Hermione. She had read all the books of the library in only one week. And the school library was truly huge
Hermione peeked at her from the side. Even her profile was perfect. That cute little nose, those apple cheeks and those lips. They were slightly red at all time. The upper lip was small and had soft lines while the lower lip was thicker and showed exactly how craving her kisses would be.
She shook her head. These aren't things you should be thinking about another girl. Well, what the heck, to just look didn't harm anyone, did it?
"Angel! Hermione! Hey, wait up!"
They turned around and saw a red haired boy run towards them with a brown haired one. They waited for the two boys to catch up with them. "Calling me by my last name again, are you? I thought I told you boys that you could call me by my first name. Angel was my father's name, not mine."
The red head smiled and the other boy smirked. "Sorry, Ayala. It's just more fitting to call you Angel is all."
She shook her head and smirked at him. "I can assure you, Harry. I am everything but an angel." This made them laugh.
"Children! What is so amusing that you are about to miss my class?" Prof. Mcgonagall sneered at them as she stopped her walk.
They heard a snoring sound and looked down. Ayala pretended she was sleeping at their feet, snoring things at them. "Mcgonagall's class is so booooring...Zzzzzz, don't make me go there, mommy. Snooore."
The teachers cheeks actually got slightly red as she turned and walked away.
"Such manners." she muttered.
Ayala was immediatley up and throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Shall we?" she said. "We shall." said Harry as they started walking towards the proffessor's classroom.
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She stretched her arms out widely as she yawned.
"I'm so tired! Is it possible to be this tired?"
"Probably."
Ron hissed. "It's only dinnertime yet! How can you be tired allready?"
She smiled at him. "What can I say, I'm a cat person."
"I bet you are."
They kept walking towards the great hall. As they walked down the stairs someone rushed by them. "Step aside, you wankers!"
Ayala tripped and fell. "Ayala!" Fell right to the bottom of the stairs. She sat up, holding her head. She saw who had pushed her and he was looking back at her.
"You pushed me down the stairs..." she mumbled, probably shocked.
He looked slightly pale but tried to pretend he didn't care. "I didn't mean to, okay? It was an accident, we all saw that it was an accident."
She stood up and took a step towards him. She could hear the others running down the stairs to se if she was allright. "You could have killed me..."
He saw her looking in her robes for her wand and he put his hands up in front of him. "I said I was sorry. It was an accident."
Her friends had reached the bottom of the stairs as she put her open hand reached at him, as if she was trying to grab the air.
"Killing someone is not very nice, Draco...I've died several times but never have I been pushed down some stairs." she looked at him with empty eyes. It was as if she was a different person. Sparkles came from her fingertips and a lightball went out from her hand and hit him in the chest.
They stopped running as they saw Malfoy hit the floor. "Bloody 'ell, how did she do that without her wand?"
Harry ran towards Ayala and grabbed her shoulders. "Ayala! Ayala, wake up!"
She blinked twice before her eyes stopped looking empty. "Hi, Harry. What happened?" She looked over at the pile of Malfoy and her eyes widened. "Oh, no! Did I just?...Oh, dammit!" she quickly rushed over to him and turned him over. "Malfoy! Are you allright?" He opened his eyes and looked straight at her. "How did you do that?"
She blushed as his ice blue eyes looked at her. She pretended she had not heard his question. Insted she slipped her hand in under his shirt. "What the hell are you-aaaoooww!" Her eyes got smaller and she moved her hand under his shirt. "That hurts, you witch!" he exclaimed. "I'm sure it does. You broke some ribs."
"Excuseme, but I didn't brake my ribs, you broke my ribs!" he spat at her.
She nodded and took her hand away before turning toward Harry and the others. "I'll take him to the hospital wing. I'll meet up with you guys later"
Later that evening thay sat in the gryffindor tower by the tables, studiyng. Ayala repeatedly slammed her head in one of the bigger books.
"You're going to loose brain-cells when you do that." Hermione commented. As an answer, Ayaly grunted.
"I don't care...I'm dead meat anyway."
"And why is that, oh, dramatic one." Ron joked.
Ayala glared at him. "Malfoy made me sign a contract..." Harry looked up from the papers. "What kind of contract?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, it was more lika an oath then a contract. A magical oath. And he said that if I didn't agree to it he would tell everybody that I had used magic against him."
Ron hissed for the second time today. "So? Students use magic against each other every single day here."
"Not withoud their wands." Harry said and Ayala nodded. "The teachers doesen't know that I can use magic without limitations. If they knew, they would bind my powers untill the seventh year is over. That would make me powerless in a year and a half. I couldn't stand that."
Hermione looked at her. "How come you can use magic without a wand? I mean, only real great wizards and witches can do that."
Harry nodded. "Dumbledore can barely do it, Voldemort can't do it at all and he's just as poweful as Dumbledore but that's pretty much it. Then how come you can do it?"
Hermione nodded. "You must be really powerfull if you can do that...Who are you, really?"
They could se that their questions made her nervous. But she just shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Well, I'm an american. What is there we can't do?"
Ron sighed. "Everything is a joke to you." Then they laughed.
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"Exactly what is it that you must do?" Hermione wondered.
Ayala shrugged her shoulders. "Snape told me that I would have to take Malfoy's place in Quidditch."
Harry stood up."What!"
Everybody in the great hall stared at him so he sat down again. "You're gonna take his place as a Seeker? Can you do that?"
"Apparently. So I'm having practise this afternoon with the Slytherin-team."
"But Slytherin's next match is against Gryffindor." Ayala looked up from her cereals. She didn't really keep these things in order, Quidditch didn't interest her that much. "Really? Cool."
Harry poked at his doughnut. "But that means we'll be playing against each other."
Ayala kissed him on his cheek and he blushed. "Don't worry, Harry. Look at it like this. It's just a game between you and me. We're just playin' around. Nothin' serious. Just play."
He smiled. "Yeah, you're right. And I'll win." Ayala laughed. "You keep that attitude, Harry. That's the spirit."
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She peeked out through the tent.
"Hope you're ready." She turned towards the captain of the team and gave him a nervous smile.
"We're gonna be flying really high up..." she commented.
"You bet."
She swallowed. "I guess that this is the wrong time to tell you that I have a problem with highs."
"You what!"
"Never mind, I'll manage." She mumbled.
"You better!"
They got the sign to fly out. She sat up on her Thunderbird Eagle two thousand. "Be nice with me, okay?" she whispered. The broom allmost glowed at her as if it was saying "Sure thing, doll."
And the game could begin.
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"Damn, this is really high!" she exclaimed as she looked down.
The croud was screaming and cheering. She had to admit that she looked good in the colours. The green made her eyes look bigger and the silver made her look slim.
But they had to fix her up with a new costume. Malfoy's had been way too big for her. Which had been a big surpise to her. She had allways thought that Malfoy was thin and really skinny.
But this new costume was great on her. She had hated to admit it but it was true. It was too tight over the chest, though. No wonder, the one that had taken the measures of her had been a guy.
"Alaya! Hi!"
She looked to her left. "Harry." she said. There were just the two of them there. "Nice suit." he said sarcatically.
"Yeah right." she laughed.
Suddenly, her eyes widened and she rushed to him, pushing him away. A Blodger had just passed where Harry's head had been only seconds ago.
"Thanks." he breathed.
"No prob."
She saw something golden glim among the clouds. "Harry, what does the snitch look like?"
"The snitch? It's like a little golden ball, the size of a pingpong-ball and it has whings. Why?"
The golden ball were nowhere to be seen. She sighed. "No, I thought I just saw it, but it's gone."
Harry smiled at her. "I'll give you a inside tip. It helps if you actually look for it. You know, fly around and keep a look out."
"Fly around?"
He nodded and she swallowed. He smiled and felt sorry for her. He knew very well about her fear of highs. "Hold on tight to your broom and you'll be allright." he promised.
She nodded.
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"Damn it, I want my mommy!"
She ducked another Blodger. She watched as a guy from the gryffindor team winged his club at it so it flew in another direction. His club cracked and a piece flew directly towards her.
The crowd gaped as the pice of wood slashed her chest.
She looked down. She wasn't bleeding but her costume was ruined. You could see a part of her breast. She screamed and held her arm in front of her breasts, coveing them and stopping them from falling out.
"Sorry!" the guy called out to her.
She started looking for her wand but remembered that she had left it in the locker room. No wands during the game.
"Dammit!" she muttered.
She caught a sight of Harry, looking up at her. "Are you okay?" he mimed. She nodded. Then, her eyes widened.
She saw the snitch a few meters behind him. He saw her looking behind him and he turned around, immediatley rushing toward the golden ball.
She smirked and rushed after him. The snitch gave them quite a chase. She actually enjoyed it once she forgot to be scared of falling down.
"Hello, Harry! Gonna win this one, are you?" she called out to him.
He laughed. This was actually fun. He loved this part. The chase, the wind in his hair and the snitch just a few inches from his reached out hand.
It circled behind her. She took a hold of the broom, put a foot on it and threw herself backwards.
Again, the audience gasped as she seemed to fly though the air with her hand streched over her head.
She landed on her back with a "thump" and a "Aow!"
She felt something brake in her back.
"Dammit...My wings..." she mumbled and closed her eyes from the pain.
She heard how people surrounded her.
"Are you allright?"
"Hey, you okay?"
"Did she catch the snitch?"
She opened her eyes and noticed her arm was streched out in front of her. She felt something struggle to get free in her hand. She opened it closer to her face. The little golden ball was in her hand and it flapped it's wings.
She heard a large voice scream out like trough a loudspeaker. "She caught the snitch! Slytherin's replacement Seeker has caught the snitch! And that means that Slytherin wins! And what an amazing victory!"
She could see Harry, Ron and Hermione stand next to her. "Are you okay?" Ayala grunted towards them. "Next time I try a stunt like that...Just shoot me!"
"Come on, let's get you to the hospital wing."
"Did I get it? Did I win?" Harry smirked and hung a coat over her so she could cover herself. "You won allright. And you were great. Much better that Malfoy." Hermione agreed. "Much better than you, Harry."
"She is not!" he protested.
"My back is killing me, guys...I'm gonna pass out..."
Before they could react at her words, she was unconcious and they couldn't wake her up.
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So this is my first chapter. What do you think? Good? Bad? You like it? You hate it? I don't mind. Either way, write some comments on what you think .
Next chapter is up...