Author's Note: Hello everyone! I am superbly sorry that it has taken so long to update. Writing two stories at once is much harder than it seems, and I have been overloaded with schoolwork. Here is a longer chapter to fill your time for now, and thank you for reading.
-Elise (Daisydot227)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter. These characters belong to Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling, I do not own anything.
Chapter 2: Qudditch
Annabeth's POV:
Annabeth was quite reluctant to go to the first Qudditch game of the season when she heard it was against Gryffindor. She had nothing against Gryffindor, only Percy Jackson, and Percy Jackson was on their team.
Alas, Annabeth's friends desperately wanted to go, so on a chilly October afternoon, Annabeth found herself scooting through the stands trying to find an empty seat. She spotted Penelope amongst the crowd of Ravenclaw, and pushed her way over to her. Annabeth took a seat next to her friend and wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck.
"It's cold," she complained, and Penelope gave her a look.
"I know Qudditch in general isn't your thing, and I know for a fact Percy Jackson isn't, but could you at least try and enjoy it? Show some House spirit."
Annabeth harrumphed under her breath and crossed her arms over her chest, but deep inside she knew Penelope was right. It was just a Qudditch game, and what was the chance she was going to have an encounter with Percy?
Cheers erupted in the buzzing crowd as the players walked on to the field. Everyone silenced when Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and recited the rules.
"Hush!" Penelope whispered excitedly, gripping Annabeth's arm. "It's starting!"
The game began, and the score remained close throughout the game. A light drizzle began to fall, and the fog made the players appear as blurry shapes out in the air. From what Annabeth could see, both seekers were in hot pursuit of the snitch. After what seemed like ages, the Gryffindor seeker pulled ahead, his arm stretching out to grab the elusive ball.
"It looks like Harry is going to get the snitch," Annabeth said to Penelope. She was answered with a violent shushing and a sharp nudge in the arm.
The Ravenclaw seeker was right behind Harry, but to no avail. Harry's hand closed around the golden orb and he pumped his fist in the air triumphantly. The crowd clapped and whistled over on the Gryffindor side and all of the players landed.
On her way back to the Ravenclaw common room, she saw a group of Gryffindor boys surrounding Harry, clapping him on the back and congratulating his success. She noticed that Percy was one of those boys, still covered in mud and sweat.
She and Penelope tried to scoot their way around the group, but she ended up running into Percy himself.
"God, watch where you're going, klutz," he said sharply. "Or are you just mad because we beat you?"
Keep walking Annabeth, she told herself, but her legs didn't listen. Neither did her mouth.
"It's my fault now is it? Yeah, just like it was last time. I think you got hit in the head too hard by a bludger, Percy, because you seem to be even more stupid than last time we talked," she retorted, spinning around.
Percy looked positively like he had been slapped, and he stood there with his mouth open slightly.
"What, cat got your tongue?" she asked ruefully. "Or can you just not think of a good enough comeback? Doesn't matter either way, it makes arguing easier, but you've obviously done enough. Good day to you, Jackson."
Penelope tossed her hair in his direction, and followed Annabeth down the hallway and up the stairs, headed towards the tower.
"His loss," Penelope said, patting Annabeth's arm gently.
Annabeth looked back over her shoulder in the direction of where the boys were.
"I hope so."
Percy's POV:
Percy sat in front of the fire, while trying to finish an assignment for potion's class. The common room was empty; everyone was out celebrating their first win of the season. Percy, being a chaser on the team, should also be out partying. But he had to finish his homework, and he didn't want to be around people that much.
He was still cursing himself for handling the confrontation with Annabeth so poorly. Why did he say that anyway? He wasn't even mad, not really. It was just that Annabeth made him so frustrated sometimes, and he didn't have any way to share his feelings with her. And it angered him that he even had feelings for Annabeth. And she always found the right thing to say that dug its way under his skin. And he liked that about her. What kind of crazy was that?
Percy sighed, exasperated. He ran his fingers through his hair that was still damp from his post-game shower. There was nothing he could do about it know. And he had to focus on his homework.
Reluctantly, he picked up his quill and began writing.
Annabeth's POV:
Three days later, Annabeth woke up late on a sunny morning. She swore, pulling on her wizarding robes and practically flying down the stairs, her blonde curls in their usual state of chaos.
She collapsed at the breakfast table, breathless. Almost everyone had finished eating, and Annabeth unwrapped a pumpkin muffin and began ferociously munching on it.
"Annabeth?" a voice asked, and Annabeth turned to face Hermione, her face stuffed like a chipmunk.
She swallowed quickly and answered, "Yes?"
Hermione smiled and sat down next to Annabeth. Hermione and Annabeth were good friends, as Hermione was the only person besides Penelope who loved books as much as she did. In Annabeth's words, Hermione was proof that most Gryffindor were not stuck up idiots.
"Well, tonight is the first Gryffindor-Slytherin game, and I missed Harry's first match, so I'm going tonight. Ron, being the procrastinator he is, is doing his charms essay tonight, and I don't want to go alone. I know you don't fancy Quidditch, but do you mind going with me?" she requested.
Annabeth sighed inwardly, knowing she'd have to face another who-knows-how-long game of Quidditch, not to mention Percy, but Hermione was her friend, and she wasn't going to let her go alone.
"Of course," Annabeth agreed. "I wouldn't dream of missing it."
Hermione beamed and stood up, and Annabeth followed her lead, brushing muffin crumbs off of her wrinkled robes.
That evening, Annabeth and Hermione faced the crowded stadium together, trying to find a pair of seats. Finally they got settled and waited for the game to start.
It was a very different view from the Gryffindor side, Annabeth noted. It was more difficult to see the scoreboard, for one thing. She had to crane her neck behind her to try and read the board, but since the announcer's box was right behind her, it was much easier to hear the play-by-play of the game. And not being very smart about how Quidditch was played, this was very helpful.
The game began after a while, and Annabeth watched as the scarlet uniforms weaved about those of green and silver.
This game seemed much rougher, as the players kept shoving each other and the bludgers were sent whipping around much more often.
Although she didn't fancy them really, she was secretly glad that the Weasley twins were there to keep anyone from getting really hurt. Of course, there were a couple of times that the bludgers ended up flying into some of the Gryffindor players.
After a long while of playing, Percy had obtained the quaffle and was passing it back and forth with Alicia. Out of nowhere, the Slytherin beater sent a bludger flying through the air and it hit Percy in the back of the head with a sickening crack that Annabeth heard in her seat high up in the air.
Percy clung to his broomstick, but still landed roughly on the grass far below the other players. A hush was sent over the crowd, and she could see some students and teachers taking the field. Annabeth found herself getting to her feet, and before she could stop herself, she was running on to the grass, Hermione right behind her.
Annabeth pushed through the circle surrounded the fallen boy. Madam Pomfrey had already arrived, snapping at people to stand back as she knelt beside him. Finally she announced he was to be taken to the medical ward immediately. Annabeth rushed over to his side but Madam Pomfrey kept her away.
"But I want to see him," she protested as Percy was loaded on to a stretcher.
"Then visit him in the ward," Madam Pomfrey snapped, and turned away.
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Annabeth wiped her hands nervously on her robe, and waited as Madam Pomfrey came to the door.
"Yes?" She asked, in a much more pleasant mood than she was the day before.
"I came to see Percy," Annabeth replied. Madam Pomfrey nodded and allowed Annabeth entry in to the infirmary.
Annabeth walked slowly down the rows of pristine white beds, still not sure why she was doing this.
Why are you doing this? She asked herself. It's not like he would do the same for you.
But Annabeth knew that was beside the point. It didn't matter if he would have come to see her, Annabeth just wanted to see that he was O.K.
She saw Percy lying in the sheets, deathly pale, but still breathing. Her heart swelled with relief.
"He got a concussion, and lost a lot of blood. Head wounds bleed a lot," Madam Pomfrey informed her, before walking away to check on someone who had just walked in.
Annabeth sat in the chair next to Percy's bed, and looked over the gifts that he had received. There was a huge amount of cards, candies, and flowers; so many, that they were practically overflowing the tables that they sat on.
She brought herself to look at Percy's face, and she saw that he although he was unconscious, he still had a small smirk on his face. His top half of his head was wrapped in gauze, and she could just see that there was blood on the back of his head, where he had been hit. His face was even more pale than she realized, he was about the same color as the sheets.
Annabeth reached out and touched his hand, fighting a gag when she felt that it was icy cold.
She sat there for a while, absentmindedly stroking his hand as if that would help bring blood back to it.
Finally she stood up; she had been there long enough.
"I don't like you," she whispered to his sleeping face. "But I do."
There you have it, chapter 2. I will try to update quicker than I did this time, but I can never be sure. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and please review.
-Elise (Daisydot227)
