A/N I'm sorry this chapter has taken so long to write. I had to get what happened accurate and I've been off school for almost a whole week and I'm ashamed to say I haven't done any writing up to now *hides face in shame* anyways, this is the first Quidditch game. I took scenes from the books and the part with Harry standing on his broomstick. It's a bit shorter than my other chapters, but I didn't want to just drag it on with endless drabble. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
"OK, Men!" Oliver's voice echoed round the changing room and our attention was grabbed. Harry had been gifted a Nimbus two thousand, the lucky bugger, and we were all sitting in anxious wait for the first Quidditch game of the season.
"And women!" Angelina said pointedly, her hand gesturing towards Alicia, me and herself. Wood smirked slightly.
"And women," He nodded. He opened his mouth to continue his speech, but Fred leaped in front of him and cut him off, a hand on his chest.
"This is it! The big one!" He announced, and George jumped in front of him,
"The one we've all been waiting for!" Us three girls laughed as Fred explained that we already knew what Oliver was going to tell us. Oliver looked totally and ridiculously annoyed.
"Shut up, you two." He snapped, before continuing, "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it." He glared at everyone in the room, and we knew that he'd have our guts for garters if we dared loose this game. Harry visibly gulped. Oliver grinned and started out of the room, followed by all of us. Harry was behind Fred and George. Wonderful, they were probably going to scare him with that story about the ref that went missing in the Sahara. I smiled as Alicia nudged my shoulder.
"It'll be fine. Harry's a good flier, and he has wicked eye sight." She said, a wide grin on her features. Then we were on the pitch, Madame Hooch telling us to have a nice, fair game. This was a Slytherin match, as if it was going to be anywhere near fair.
I looked up into the red and gold section of the crowd and grinned. A couple of Harry's roommates – Shawn and Dean, was it? – were waving a banner reading 'Potter for President' and the whole house was roaring with excitement for the team. "Mount your brooms, please." Hooch said, and we all did as we were told. I glared at Pucey, a chaser on Slytherin, and he gave a disgusting toothy smile, though it looked more like a grimace. Hooch blew the whistle, and we all rose into the air. I nodded to Angelina, who immediately grabbed the Quaffle as Hooch threw it into the air.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson, what a fine chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too-"
"JORDAN!" McGonagall screeched, causing many people by the commentator's box to wince. I chuckled as Jordan apologised and continued with the commentary. Angelina was zooming determinedly across the pitch, the Quaffle suddenly flying through the air and landing in Alicia's arms. Lee was on about Alicia, something about her being a reserve last year, but I was too busy watching the girls play Oliver's favourite tactic, The Zig Zag. Imaginative, no, but it was useful for getting the Quaffle across the pitch. Alicia was about to pass it back when Marcus flew past her, snatching the Quaffle from her grasp. He through it towards our hoops… And Oliver batted it away easily. Towards me. I grabbed it and was off towards the opposite end of the pitch, leaning forwards on my broom. I was almost there, almost there, almost there…
-THUD-
I dropped the Quaffle, a searing pain in the back of my head. My eyes water slightly. "Hit in the back of the head by a Bludger", I hear Lee say, and I sigh in frustration. Oliver will berate me for that one. Damn Bludger. I turn back towards the match. Pucey, damn him, is the one with the Quaffle now, but Fred – Or George – blocked his path with a Bludger. George, I think, flew past his twin and they high-fived. Angie was back with the quaffle now, and we all watched as she pushed towards the posts. She went to throw it, and Bletchley dived, but it was Angelina's most played moves, and she kept a solid grip on the Quaffle as he did so. Straight into the right hoop.
"GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" Jordan's loud voice filled the stadium, and the Gryffindor stands erupted in cheers as the Slytherins, moody gits, booed. I looked back over the game. Fred and George were by our hoops, Oliver probably telling them a play to try, Harry was above everyone, his eyes searching the pitch, and Alicia and Angie were hot on Pucey's tail. He was in current possession of the Quaffle. I flew after them, and noticed that Harry had just narrowly dodged a Bludger. Fred was currently aiming it towards Flint a few meters away. I dive away from the other two girls, deciding it would be best to swoop in and, hopefully, grab the Quaffle straight out of Pucey's hands.
"Chaser Pucey ducks two bludgers, two Weasleys and Chaser Bell – wait a moment, is that the snitch?!" I turn my head, panting. Damn Pucey for having quick reflexes! How he managed to duck all three of us and the Bludger Fred and George had sent before them I'll never know.
Adrian had been too busy looking for the snitch that he'd dropped the Quaffle, Alicia grabbing it as it fell, but now the whole stadium's attention was on Potter and Higgs as they both dived for the snitch. They were neck a neck, and nobody moved as they zoomed towards the ground. I winced as Marcus dived in front of him, sending him and his broom spinning through the hair. "Foul!" I roared as loud as could. The entire Gryffindor house, as well as the team and members of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to, were yelling at Hooch to foul him.
"Free shot for Gryffindor!" Hooch said after a second, before yelling at Marcus for his dirty play. I looked back up to Harry, who was now back to searching for the snitch. Alicia was taking the foul, so I turned my attention to Lee, who was currently being berated by McGonagall for his choices of words. "Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor seeker," He finally settles on, "which could happen to anyone I'm sure." His sarcasm is so thick I'm surprised McGonagall doesn't smack him upside the head.
"Well done Alicia!" I shout to my teammate, applauding. She scored, and Angie had flown around the back of the hoops to retrieve the Quaffle. The three of us fell into a three-way Zig Zag, and we made our way across the pitch. I swerved out of the way of Montague and through the Quaffle. Angie made to catch it, but Marcus grabbed it in the air and was off with it. Wood was looking up at something, his brow furrowed, and saw Flint too late. "Slytherin scores." Lee said with a sigh. Angie hit her broom, "Damn it!" she snapped.
"What's up, Oliver? It's not like you to just abandon the game like that." I asked, now beside Wood. He was still looking upwards, but Alicia had the Quaffle now.
"I think Harry's lost his broom." Oliver grumbled. I followed his train of thought and, sure enough, Harry was jerking around in the air. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands as he rolled over. He was clearly struggling to keep hold of his broom. Angie had stopped too, watching a few meters below us. Fred flew towards Harry, probably to get him on his broom, but Harry's Nimbus jolted higher. Fred sent a look to George, and they circled below him, ready to catch him if he was to fall. Suddenly the broom stopped moving, and Harry set himself straight again. George yelled something to him, and after a second they headed back towards their positions.
"Harry!" Oliver's yell made me jump, but I followed his pointing finger and saw a tiny glimmer of gold. Harry zoomed towards the ground and followed the snitch, and suddenly he was so close to the ground he couldn't sit properly.
"What are you doing? You'll kill yourself!" Alicia screamed. Harry had stood on his broom and his position now somewhat resembled that of a surfer, his arms stretched out in front and behind him. I held my breath, and Oliver's hand suddenly clasped my arm. He jumped.
"HARRY!" Oliver and I set off at full speed, and Fred and George had done the same, as had the other two girls. Harry was on all fours on the grass, looking like he was about to be sick. We all stopped as his stood, a hand to his mouth. Then, he lurched forward and held something up.
"The snitch! Potter's got the snitch!" Lee cheered, and we flew towards him. I practically jumped off my broom and the team surrounded Harry in a hug, all of us cheering.
"GRYFFINDOR WINS! YES!" Lee was jumping around in the commentator's box, and the whole stadium (bar the Slytherins) fell into applause and cheers.
"He didn't catch it! He almost swallowed it!" Flint was moaning to Hooch. The joy had surpressed slightly, but Jordan was still yelling happily about the win and the cheers from the stands were still overbearing. Oliver slung his arm around my shoulders and the Slytherin team attempted to call it a foul. Harry had already left the stadium, running off in a hurry with those two friends of his.
"Do you even know the rules?" Alicia yelled at them, a smirk on her face,
"Harry didn't break any rules!" Angie carried on, a hand on her hip.
"We won fair and square!" I grinned, my arm flying around Oliver's neck. Flint continued his tantrum as we made our way to the changing rooms. Those still in the stands were now singing and cheering the win, and most of the Slytherins had left in their grumpy mood.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!" Marcus wailed. I sent Oliver a sneaky smirk.
"Too bad, so sad." I said slowly in a sing song voice. He smirked too.
"Too bad, so sad." We began to chant, and after a moment the twins caught on, skipping ahead and singing at the top of their voices.
"Too bad, so sad!" Now the whole team were singing it tauntingly, the Slytherins glaring at us.
"Too bad, so sad!" Now most of the Gryffindors in the crowd were singing too, and I could have sworn Hooch had a slight smirk on her face, but we were in the changing room before I had chance to make sure.
"We won!" Oliver was cheering the minute we were in the room. He repositioned his arm around my neck and pulled me into a hug, before releasing me and pulling Angie and Alicia in my place. Fred and George were still singing, despite the fact that the Slytherins could no longer hear us. I sat down, and rubbed the back of my head, where a dull pain had been residing since I was hit.
"You alright, babe?" Angie said with a smile as she sat beside me. I nodded, and she sighed before turning my head and inspecting the back of it.
"It's bruising, and we'll have to keep an eye on you tonight, in case you have concussion, but you should be alright. She smiled and patted my shoulder before grabbing her towel and heading off for the shower. For once, I was out with the others. We left Oliver in the changing room as we always did after a match, and we could already hear his loud cheers the minute the door had closed. He liked to have a private celebration after we'd left, though of course he didn't know that we knew.
"Congrats, team." Fred said as we headed back towards the castle, "You ladies really did well with those plays."
"What about Pucey, eh?" I said, "How did that slime manage to dodge us three and the Bludgers you sent? There had to be some cheating there!" The twins agreed angrily, but Angie sighed.
"What's it matter? We won by a hundred and ten points! They had no bloody chance."
"I think we should be more concerned by Harry's broom" Alicia said, "The way it went crazy was so weird. Flint had to have done something when he hit him."
Angie shook her head, "He wouldn't have been able to do that, it was some seriously skilled magic and we all know Flint can't float a feather." We all chuckled at this, but George's face turned serious for once.
"We need to keep a close eye on him next match," He said.
"If he plays at all," continued Fred, "I mean if his broom does it again McGonagall won't let him play. It is Harry Potter after all."
"Exactly!" Angie said, "As if a bloody broomstick could knock the Great Potter when a Dark Lord can't even manage it!" we all laughed, and grinned as cheers greeted us as we entered the Great Hall.
"Well done, you lot!" Lee said, grinning from ear to ear, as he hugged each of the twins. Angelina gave him a harsh slap on the shoulder, probably for what he'd said at the start of the game.
"I'm sorry!" He cowered, "It was a compliment!" Alicia snorted as Angelina rolled her eyes.
"Some Gryffindor you are!" She laughed, "Cowering from Angie!" The two girls fell to bickering ("What's that supposed to mean?") And I fell to daydreaming.
"What do you think, Katie?" I looked up and smiled, hoping they hadn't noticed.
"Yeah, good idea." I said, hoping that I could conceal that I hadn't been listening.
"What where you daydreaming about?" Alicia said, rolling her eyes as the others laughed.
"What? I wasn't daydreaming!" I defending, making them laugh even harder.
"We were talking about fruit, I asked if you liked pineapple and you said, 'good idea'. You were totally daydreaming." I sighed and stabbed my fork in a sprout.
"Whatever. Besides, who talks about fruit on a day to day basis!" I said moodily, chomping on the sprout with a frown.
"Sup, team?" Oliver said with a smile, sitting down beside me.
"Nothing much, Katie was just dreaming about her boyfriend." Lee said, sticking his tongue out at me. I was about to make a rude gesture when Oliver said,
"Boyfriend?"
"I don't have a bloody boyfriend, Jordan's just being a prat." He grinned and winked at me, and I finally got to use my gesture.