1Snitch

Okay ya'll, this is my second fanfiction... I hope you like it... and guess what? I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! I always see that, must be a precaution of some sort... oh well, without further ado...

Chapter 1-The Game

The crowd was loudly cheering as I swiftly tore around the stadium. Never did I know how people would look at me while I played. I was admired, people wanted me to win, even though my team wasn't the favored one. Still, I was surprised how three houses and even some of my opposing team's house were loudly chanting, "Go, Sarah, go! Go, Sarah, go!" One minute left... where was the little brat? I looked down, scanning the field for a tiny golden glitter, but I also kept an eye on my rival- a black haired, quite popular Griffindor boy, who had that limelight eer dince the moment he had graced our fair school grounds. I was stunned that only half to Griffindor house was cheering for him, and the rest of the entire school for me.

"Sarah and Harry are neck and neck now. With the scores being tied at 60, both teams really need that SNITCH!" The announcer was overly excited, and I could still barely hear him over the crowds. Where was that dang... wait! Somewhere in the corner of my eye, it was... by Harry's leg! I couldn't let him get it! This was only the first game of the year! I had to give our house the reputation it deserved!

"Hey Harry!" I yelled, and he looked up at me. 32 seconds left. "It's fair game! Good luck!" With that, I took off downward, followed by the seeker for the opposing team. He's so gullible, thinking I saw it down here. I took a sharp right and accelerated upward, seeing the swift golden streak. I was so close, chasing it from inches away... 3, 2, 1, my fingers curling around it and... BAM!

People gathered around me as my eyes started opening. The closest to me was Harry, who had my tightly enclosed fist in his hand.

"Hey, you okay? A bludger hit you in the back of your head," Harry said to me. "But the good news is," his hand gently carressed mine as they left contact with mine, "You won." The golden snitch flew from my hand until Madam Hooch imprisoned it in the Quidditch case.

"Bloody hell, I feel like crap!" I moaned, propping myself up on one arm and putting my free hand on my throbbing head. "I guess that explains this pain."

"Hey, you played one hell of a game, and you really threw me off there," Harry commented back to me.

"50 points to Ravenclaw for winning a well played game, and 5 extra for the pain you have to endure, Sarah," Madam Hooch announced to the growing crowd. Now that I could see, it really looked like I was some sort of carnival attraction.

"So, are you well enough yo just sleep it off in your room, or do you want to go see the nurse?" Harry asked me as some of the proffessors tried to ward off the students who were crowding around me.

"I would be just fine resting, but I don't think I could walk back to the Ravenclaw dorm," I replied, slightly lying because this headache probably was bad enough to see the nurse about.

"Oh, that's no problem for me," Harry offered, picking me up, taking my broomstick, and placing me on his own in front of him. I was too tired and hurt to object as he kicked off of the ground.

I closed my eyes as we were in the air, and could tell that Harry was going pretty slow. After that game against him, I knew of how fast he could go, and this was nowhere near it, but I did feel us gaining speed-probably habit for him. The arm he held me against him with was tightened against my stomach, but his hand also gently carresed my stomach, sending hot waves rushing over my body.

I quickly remembered that he was my rival, bringing me from these thoughts about him. For both of us, this was our 7th year, and it was the deciding year of our Quidditch careers, and we both wanted to remember this as our successful last year in the our house Quidditch team.

"Harry, please land," I said. Knowing he was going to question me, I repeated, "Please land, now," very quietly. He must have decided not to question me. However, when we did land, he st me on the slightly damp and shaded ground, and then...

"What did you want?" he asked, right on cue. I never replied.

So how was that for a second one? Please review!