Chapter 4

"Evans gets the goal, bringing the score to 60-40 to Gryffindor!"

An ear splitting roar erupted from the sea of crimson on the right end of the Qudditch pitch, almost drowning out the chorus of boos and hisses from the expanse of green at the other end.

Rita Skeeter was stand among those decked out in green, holding her hands over her ears as she waited for the deafening noise to end.

3rd year Chaser (and new addition to the team) Lily Evans had just scored her second goal, putting Gryffindor in the lead by 20 points. It was the 1st game of the year and excitement was at fever pitch. Everyone was keen to see how the other new addition to the team... 3rd year James Potter... would do as Seeker against Bellatrix Black. She had been Seeker on the Slytherin team for 5 years... and in 5 years they had never lost the Qudditch Cup.

It was still anyone's game. As catching the Golden Snitch was worth 150 points... if either James or Bella got the Snitch now they would win the game. As of yet there had been no sign of the tiny golden ball.

Rita could see Bella at the other end of her pitch... long dark hair tied back in a loose plait...emerald green Qudditch Robes fluttering in the slight breeze... hands wrapped tightly around the sleek black handle of her broomstick. Her dark eyes were scanning the pitch for any sign of the winged golden ball whose capture would mean victory.

A roar sounded from the Slytherin end of the pitch.

"Travers gets one by the Gryffindor keeper. The score is now tied at 60-60!"

Rita wound her green and silver scarf more tightly around her neck. It had gotten decidedly cool in the last few weeks.

"And it's Longbottom with the Quaffle... dodges one of the Slytherin Beaters..."

Come on Bella Rita thought as she watched Bella circling slowly above the main game, eyes peeled for the Snitch.

"Ooooh I felt that!" said the commentator, jerking Rita's attention back to the main game. Madam Hooch blew her whistle angrily. Outraged hisses and boos came from the Gryfffindor end of the pitch. Alice Longbottom was massaging a sore arm,

"And it looks like Lestrange is getting a penalty for accidentally-on-purpose whacking the Gryffindor Chaser with his bat..."

Lestrange flew down sulkily to talk to the scowling referee. Rita could see Madam Hooch's furious face as she scolded Rodolphus. She couldn't help smirking to herself.

After a few moments Lestrange re-entered the game to a chorus of boos from the Gryffindors.

"McKinnon takes the penalty for Gryffindor... there she goes... and she's past the keeper... she scores! 80-60 to Gryffindor!"

A chorus of cheers and whoops broke out from the Gryffindor end as the Slytherins booed and hissed.

Rita sucked in a gasp of breath as she saw it... fluttering by the base of the Slytherin goalpost... the Golden Snitch!

Bella had seen it too. Potter was closer but by the time he spotted it Bella was already zooming past him, flattening herself along her broom as she went into a steep dive.

Go Bella! thought Rita, urging her to get there before it got away.

Bella lunged at the Golden Snitch... tumbling off her broom on the grass half a metre below. The crowd sucked in it's breath, leaning forward to see if she had caught it.

Bella slowly straightened up, holding up her hand. In it was the tiny struggling Golden Snitch.

The after match party was still in full swing long after midnight.

The Carrows had disappeared right after the match and had returned a few hours later with bagfuls of goodies... including foaming bottles of butterbeer and what looked like half the selection of sweets from Honeydukes.

The Common Room had been decorated with shimmering silver and emerald streamers and balloons.

Pop music from the radio station Wizarding Wireless Network was playing full-blast on the speakers.

Practically the whole of Slytherin house was crowded into the Common Room... drinking, eating, talking loudly about the match or dancing.

Crabbe and Goyle were either dancing or doing excellent impressions of chickens with their heads cut off. They seemed oblivious to the group of 5th and 6th years that were sniggering behind their back.

Snape was looking very happy... no doubt because ever since first year he and Potter had hated each other.

Lucius and Narcissa were tucked in a corner...kissing passionately... oblivious to the dirty looks Bella kept shooting at them.

Rita was sitting in the corner drinking butterbeer, trying not to feel too pleased that earlier Bella and Rod had had a loud and very public fight about his foul during the match... and hadn't said two words to each other since.

She wasn't sure where Bella was now though…

Suddenly hands slid over her shoulders from behind, making her jump slightly. Dark hair tickled her neck as Bella leaned in to put her lips by Rita's ear. "Hey Skeeter. I've got something stronger than butterbeer… if you want it…" she whispered.

Rita smiled, putting down the butterbeer bottle. She turned around to face Bella. She looked stunning in a clingy off-the-shoulder black dress, her hair falling in loose waves around her face. Rita was glad she had changed into a strappy, green, knee-length dress that looked rather good on her.

"Really?" Rita said mischievously. Bella nodded. "Yes but we can't let anyone else see… it wouldn't do for a prefect to be caught with alcohol" she said dryly. "Indeed it wouldn't" Rita said wryly. "Come on then" Bella said, pulling her to her feet.

She led her by the hand out the portrait hole and along the corridor to a dusty old classroom that looked like it hadn't been used in years. "I stashed it in here" Bella said smugly. She seemed to have forgotten she was still holding the other girl's hand… and Rita wasn't about to let go.

Bella let go of her when she reached the teacher's desk. She bent down to pull open the bottom drawer… giving Rita a lovely view of a shapely ass, imperfectly concealed by the clingy black fabric of her dress.

With a flourish she produced a large bottle of firewhisky. "Voila" she said with a grin, popping the cock from the neck of the bottle. She sat down on the desk, took a long sip and slowly licked her lips. She handed Rita the bottle.

Rita took a sip, the fiery liquid burning her throat and warming her inside. It was delicious. Bella took it back, taking a long drink from it. "Mmmmmm" the brunette said, passing it the blonde with a cheeky smile.

Rita took a longer sip this time, enjoying the taste and the feeling of the heady liquid sliding down her throat.

They passed the bottle between them, taking longer sips each time. Rita was feeling pleasantly tipsy after they had passed it between them a few times.

Bella's eyes were on her face. Rita's eyes flicked up to hers and down again. Her eyes soon drifted back up almost of their own accord. Bella was still looking at her.

"What?" Rita said with a smile.

A grin spread slowly over Bella's face. "You look gorgeous… Rita" she said matter-of-factly, a hint of something soft in her tone. Rita's cheeks went very slightly pink, a smile curving her lips. "So do you… Bella" Rita replied in an admiring tone. "I know" Bella said smugly. "And you're so modest too…" Rita said teasingly.

Bella giggled. It was infectious. Soon Rita was giggling too.

Bella's hand slid around Rita's waist, pulling her a bit closer to the desk. Rita stopped giggling as Bella's hands caressed her waist. Rita looked at Bella, nibbling on her own bottom lip. "What about Rod?" she asked tentatively. "Fuck Rod!" said Bella defiantly.

Then Bella was pulling her even closer… pressing her body against hers, taking her lips in an urgent, searing, passionate kiss.

Just the feeling of Bella's lips pressed hard against hers made her sigh ever so softly into the other girl's mouth.

She could taste the sweet taste of the firewhisky on Bella's lips… and underneath it that distinctive taste that that was uniquely Bella.

And her hands were roaming over her body… caressing her waist… trailing down her back…gently squeezing her ass… drifting up her ribs to cup her breasts…

Everything about Bella… her hair… her hands… her skin… her lips… was deliciously soft and smooth.

It felt so good to touch her… kiss her… hear the small sounds of enjoyment she made as they kissed fiercely against the desk.

And nothing else existed. Nothing but Bella.