Wow, I'm tired...this came to me as I was lying in bed and I couldn't go to bed before writing the chapter (8 1/2 pages hand-written), typing it on Word and putting it up. So, please, make me feel useful and review :)

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(clears throat and brushes hair back into place)

ah, all righty then. on with the fic :)


Leila Phillipa paced the Gryffindor 7th year girl's dorm, her long blonde hair swishing around her darkening face.

"And you checked with Sirius? He was there?"

"Definitely," Lily murmured.

"How do you know Black isn't lying?" Emmeline Vance asked, flicking her dark curls out of her face. Lily let out a very unfeminine snort.

"He practically pissed himself, Em. I doubt he was lying, he was too busy worrying what I would do to his precious face."

Leila stopped pacing and turned to Lily, her face brightening.

"Wait. Sirius said Eric was there, but did he say that he was with a girl?"

Lily's face brightened as well.

"No… No, he didn't!"

"He probably would've mentioned it if your boyfriend had been snogging some tramp, Lily. It's not exactly something you keep to yourself," Alice Thomas mused. At that, Lily's face fell once more.

"Well, I didn't exactly… What I mean to say is that I… Um…" Lily's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Did you charge out again, Lily?" Leila asked with a groan, falling backwards onto her unmade bed. Lily nodded sheepishly.

"What is it with you and dramatic exits, Lils?" Emmeline asked incredulously.

"I've got an idea. Why don't you just ask Eric what his side of the story is?" Alice asked, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger thoughtfully.

"Oh, that's real pleasant, Alice," Lily snapped. "Hey, Eric, were you, per chance, cheating on me with a blonde tramp at the Hog's Head last night? Just a notion." Lily cradled her head in her hands.

Leila glanced at the clock, then grabbed her broom and began tossing clothes into her bag.

"Sorry to interrupt this oh-so-pleasant conversation, but James wants the team at the pitch an hour before the Hufflepuff match today, and he'll throw a fit if I'm late again." With a final wave, Leila raced down the stairs, slamming the door shut behind her. Lily slapped a hand to her forehead and let out a moan.

"The Hufflepuff match! I promised Eric I'd be there!"

"Then you're going," Emmeline said firmly. Lily opened her mouth to argue, but Alice cut her off.

"Em's right, Lily. This is a delicate situation. You need to act as if nothing is out of the ordinary, which includes going to your boyfriend's Quidditch match. Think of it as you're going to support Lae."

Lily let out a sigh.

"Fine," she said, rising to her feet.

Emmeline and Alice started down the staircase. Lily began to follow them, but stopped to study the sunlight that was dancing through the panes of the dorm's windows. She couldn't help but notice that the golden rays didn't seem nearly as warm and cheerful as they had appeared this morning. In fact, they looked faded and dreary.

"Lily? You coming?" Alice's voice rang out from the common room.

Lily turned and walked out the door, closing it behind her.

An hour later, Lily found herself seated between Emmeline and Alice in the Gryffindor stands, the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor teams both zooming past in their warm-up laps. Lily couldn't suppress a shudder; she had never favored the idea of flying. It was too fast, too high, too dangerous. Lily's eyes flickered to the center of the pitch as Madame Hooch's whistle ran out, calling the teams to dismount. James and Amos Diggory shook hands in the center, then both teams mounted their brooms as the balls were released. Lily followed the golden Snitch with her gaze until it vanished, a small golden blur darting across the pitch.

A roar rang through the pitch as the Quaffle was tossed up and intercepted by James, who took off towards the Hufflepuff goal, nothing but a scarlet blur. Lily suppressed a squeal as a Bludger flew dangerously close to James's head, but he simply ducked, feigned left, and tossed the ball right to Lucas Bell, who tossed the Quaffle through the unguarded right hoop. Lily, Emmeline and Alice cheered along with the rest of the Gryffindor stands.

James soared down the pitch towards Sirius, who was flying in the opposite direction. As the two passed in mid-flight, Lily could have sworn she saw James whisper something into his best mate's ear. Was that a smile on Black's face? Lily watched, transfixed as Sirius chased after a Bludger that was making its way towards Leila and, with a loud THWACK, slammed it towards the unsuspecting Eric.

Eric let out a surprised yell as the Bludger hit him in the stomach, sending him flying off his broom and falling the 50 feet to the hard ground below. The Gryffindors cheered as he hit the ground with a loud THUD, but they were soon outmatched by the roar of the Hufflepuffs when Eric pushed himself to his feet and grabbed his broom, a fire burning in his eyes. Lily bit her lip, worried as to what her boyfriend would do to retrieve his hurt pride. However, a sharp whistle rang out through the pitch. Diggory had called a time out.

Lily watched disapprovingly as James clapped Sirius on the back, a broad grin stretching across his face. Leila flew in between the two and, after high-fiving Sirius, whispered something in James's ear. To Lily's horror, James turned and, finding Lily's form in the Gryffindor stands (damn her bright red hair), grinned broader still and waved cheerfully.

"Bloody prick," she mumbled to herself, glaring back at Potter.

The whistle sounded again and the Hufflepuff team took flight. Lily watched as Eric flew in circles above the pitch, squinting at the ground. Emmeline nudged her, and, when Lily turned around, pointed at the Gryffindor end of the field. Diggory was zooming towards the goal posts, the Quaffle clutched under his arm. He dodged a Bludger aimed at him by Sam Spinnet and tossed the Quaffle past the David Wood, the Gryffindor keeper, and through the hoop. Lily's eyes flickered to the scoreboard and she was shocked to see that the score was 20 Gryffindor, 50 Hufflepuff. Had she really missed that much of the game?

Lily's thought were interrupted by a deafening roar. She snapped her head around to see a scarlet blur flying down the pitch, golden hair flying out behind it. Leila had spotted the Snitch. In a flash, Eric was right behind her, gaining every second. The two were neck-and-neck, both straining to reach the golden ball that was avoiding their grasp.

It happened in a split second. The Snitch suddenly turned, throwing Eric off balance as he tried to follow it. He toppled off of his broom and hit the solid ground for the second time that day. At the same moment, an unseen Bludger sent by Jacob Abbot smashed into Leila, unseating her as well. The pitch fell silent as both Seekers lay on the hard, solid ground, unmoving. Then slowly, weakly, Leila raised her arm. In her hand was clasped the struggling golden Snitch.

Emmeline, Alice and Lily all screamed with the rest of the Gryffindors as the rest of the team landed beside Leila, yelling and screaming as well. Sirius helped Leila to her feet and put an arm around her waist to balance her, grinning like an idiot. Lily cheered along with her friends, jumping up and down.

Over to the side, Eric still laid on the ground, glaring daggers at the Gryffindor team. Eric eased himself to his feet and ambled over to his team, unaware of the emerald eyes that followed his every move.


I know it was random, but I don't think I've written a Quidditch fic before (maybe in Under Construction, I think), and if I have, it was awhile ago. I know it was random and all, but it will all tie together in the end, I promise! Remember, reviews are forever appreciated!