Harry Potter was the National Hockey League's top player, 'The Chosen One' to his fans, and the captain of his team, the current Cup holding team: the Chasers. Nonetheless, no matter how he tried, his attempts to maintain his team's focus while they practiced were in vain tonight.
"Can you believe this Malfoy kid?" exclaimed Sirius Black, the Chasers best defenseman, as he received a pass from Harry. To Harry's annoyance, he stopped and let the puck rest against his stick, which he leaned against leisurely as he spoke.
"Did you see his game against the Wrackspurts last night? His hat trick was awesome!" Zacharias Smith added from beside the goal as he shot one last goal past Greg Goyle, who straightened up in the net and lifted his goalie mask to put his two cents in.
"Yeah, three goals in a single game is pretty impressive for a rookie." And the rest of the team's twenty players wandered over, abandoning their drills and face-off practices. Harry ran a hand through his hair in frustration at his teammate's distractedness.
"Well, if you're going to gush, Smith, I hear he's not seeing anybody," Chimed in Dean Thomas from mid-ice with a wink. Smith, who was only in his third season flushed slightly at his older teammate's teasing. The other players chuckled…except Harry.
"Can we please focus guys? We do have a game tomorrow night." Harry reminded them, somewhat impatiently. "Besides, Malfoy is just some rookie, I don't know what everyone's getting so worked up about."
"You've got to admit it, Captain, Malfoy's got style." Countered Kingsley Shacklebolt, another defenseman for the Chasers.
"No, I don't. He's just a showoff rookie with a lucky streak. We have skill and that lucky streak of his will end tomorrow when we take down the Beaters!" Harry shouted to the cheers and whoops of his teammates. He signaled for Black to pass the puck and quickly refocused the group's energy on their practice, firing a slap-shot at Goyle, who swiftly ducked into position. The other men skated away to resume their drills and, finally, all twenty Chasers players seemed to be on the same page.
After practice Harry deemed his team ready for tomorrow's game and headed to the showers. As he washed away the sweat and tension from practice, h is mind drifted back to his team's thoughts about Malfoy. He scoffed silently about how ridiculous his team was being for talking in such a praising way about Malfoy. It wasn't as if he was even a legend in the National Hockey League. Moreover, Malfoy was a Beater, the rival team of the Chasers.
'After tomorrow they'll see that there's no reason to be so impressed by Malfoy' Harry thought decisively as he rinsed the shampoo from his dark locks. He dresses and headed to his flat to rest before the first match of the season against the Beaters.
a/n: So, this is my first story. Review, please, and feel free to be harsh. I'm not so sure how technical I should get with the hockey. I'll try to define any terms I put in the story. Also, I'm not sure if using the book's other characters as members of the team is distracting from the dtory or not. They need names and I figured it would be more memorable to make them names readers are already familiar with. Thankies!