I honestly had no idea what I was thinking. I had no idea how to play this damn game and neither did half of my team! I couldn't let Malfoy get the best of me or my friends. Nobody puts down a New Yorker and gets away with it. We are vicious and rude and we fight for our family. I tried to explain to everyone that we were going to do just fine. "Nikkie you are fucking mental! Do you realize what you have just done?! Your friends could possible die because of this!" Ron was yelling in my ear but I was too hyped up to pay him no mind.
Yea, I may have gotten my friends into some seriously deep shit, and I may have just unknowingly lead a few of them to their deaths AND I may also end up getting the ones who didn't die, expelled, but my pride took a hit as did the pride of my friends and family and I wasn't about to take that laying down.
"Nikkie, I bet we can win this little game." Harry told me as he came up from behind me. We just have to play this out perfectly. We need to know who is playing what. I'm the Seeker, of course." He got a little cocky grin and it kinda caused a heat to rise in my cheeks. "Who wants to be the Beaters?"
"What do they do?" Aaron asked from his spot next to Charlotte. We finally got to the Quidditch field and I looked up at the stadium. The six rings opposite of each other were so fucking tall.
"The Beaters are the ones who protect the other teammates from the Bludgers. Those are these smaller bluish balls that run wildly all over the court. They protect them with this thing here." He jogged to the middle of the field with me and the rest of the gang right behind him. There in the field was a box that was shaking slightly. Harry opened the box and inside it was four bats, two blue balls which were the cause of the boxes shaking and a great big red ball. Harry grabbed one of the bats and handed it to Aaron. "This is what the Beaters will be using to smack the Bludgers away from their own team over to the other team."
"I wouldn't mind playing that position." I said, grabbing a different bat from the box. "I love swinging a bat."
"I'll take the other one." Aaron said, placing his bat on his shoulder, giving a quick wink to Charlotte.
"What are the other positions?" Adrian asked, resting his arm on my shoulder. Harry was just about to answer when Malfoy and his team came up to the box.
"Draven, you might as well give up now, there is no way that your little rag tag team can beat mine." Malfoy put his arm around Broccov and smirked.
"Ha! I beg to differ. You, that silly little cum rag of yours and your ass kissers may have more experience than me, my brother, and my friends, but we have two people who know the game and are, from what I hear, pretty fucking well at it.
"Not to mention, I play roller derby, been MVP for four years and Aaron, Adrian and Gordon are in a team that has won the Manhattan Streetball Tournament three years in a row. We are fucking deadly at competitive sports. I think it best if YOU back out of this game right now. I don't want to send any of you to the hospital." Malfoy just smirked at me.
"Crabbe, Goyle, get your bats, mount up and take your places." Two big burly dudes came up and grabbed the last two bats in the box. Aaron and I just smiled as sarcastically as we could and gave our coldest glares. They eyed us back as they hopped on their brooms and flew into the sky. "Zambini, Broccov, Warrington, get into your positions and get ready to play dirty." The blonde bitch, the black kid that thought Gordon was a disease and another player mounted their brooms and flew up. "Bletchley, make sure you guard those goals better that you have ever guarded in your life." A blonde boy gave a smirk of his own and flew up in the air, taking his place in front of the three goal posts. "I'll be waiting for you, Potty." He raised his eyebrows at us and mounted up, flying higher than any of the other players.
Harry looked back at us and I smiled, trying to give some comfort to him that this wasn't a bad idea. It seemed to work because he smiled back, a sort of renewed spirit in his eyes.
"Ok, we need three people to be Chasers. Now the Chasers job is to score the points with this big red ball, also known as the Quaffle. Who wants that position?" Adrian, Gordon and Charlotte stood up giving Harry big grins.
"I get to be the Keeper! Yes!" Ron yelled from behind, getting laughs from the group.
"What's the Keepers job?" Adrian asked.
"They protect the hoops." The whole group turned to the left and saw Veronica and Hermione walking towards us. "You better hope Ronald does a good job." Hermione said as they got to us.
I laughed loudly as I playfully punched Veronica's shoulder.
"I see you guys decided to come after all." I said as she playfully pushed me away.
"Hermione thought you guys might need a cheering squad." Veronica walked over to the box and squatted down. "Besides, who's going to release the Quaffle and Golden Snitch?"
"The Golden wha?" Gordon, Adrian, Aaron and I said in unison. Harry laughed to himself and opened a small compartment I didn't even notice. He pulled out a small golden ball that spread sparkly little wings which began to flap wildly.
"This is the Golden Snitch. Malfoy and I are the one's responsible for catching this little guy. Once we do, depending on who has the most number of points when it's caught, it determines the winner of the match." Harry handed it to Veronica, who held onto it tight. "Now, you see how Malfoy's team is positioned?" We all looked up. "You get in the same positions. It's about time we get this match started."
"I still think you are all completely mental." Hermione said as she walked away to the bleachers. Ron rolled his eyes at her and Harry continued to explain.
"Now, this is to the Chasers, once the Quaffle is released, that's when the game starts, so once you see it bolt for it! Do not hesitate." Adrian, Gordon and Charlotte nodded, as they mounted their brooms and took off, taking their positions opposite of Malfoy's team. "Now, Nikkie and Aaron, the Bludgers won't come for anyone in particular, they just fly around and all you have to do is make sure they stay on Malfoy's side. Got it?" Aaron and I gave him a salute and flew up, taking our positions with our bats in hand.
I had to admit, I was nervous. I had never played this game before and I didn't know what to expect. I looked down and saw Harry and Ron take their positions and Veronica opened her hand, no doubt releasing the little gold ball. She then knelt down next to the box and released the balls me and Aaron were in charge of. They were going everywhere and no where specifically. Veronica then grabbed the Quaffle and got ready to throw it up. Once it was released, the shit was on.
We were losing by ten fucking points. Aaron already busted his nose, he had to save Charlotte a couple of times, and Adrian and Gordon were just kicking Slytherin ass. My arm was getting sore and the Bludgers where relentless. Not to mention, the piggy pair known as Crabbe and Goyle were throwing them back as soon as we sent them off.
Ron was also trying his hardest to protect the goals but Zambini was a really dirty player. Charlotte proved that she could be pretty vicious as well. She would throw elbows, kicks and punches, anything she could to get the Quaffle to the goal. Thanks to her, we were tied, fifty to fifty. I looked up and saw Harry and Malfoy, chasing after something that I couldn't see.
All of a sudden, I heard Aaron scream my name and when I looked up, I saw a Bludger coming right towards me. I gave a mighty roar and swung my bat as hard as I could. It collided with the Bludger nicely and it took off in the direction it came, making solid contact with Broccov's face.
My whole team busted into hysterical laughter as she glided down to the ground. All of a sudden, Hermione and Veronica started cheering and I looked up at Harry. He was waving his hand over his head, his fist clenched. I smiled to myself. He did it, he caught the Snitch, and we won the game.
Our team began to cheer loudly and proudly as we flew back down to Earth. Once I landed, I ran to Harry and hugged him. He won this game for us, he fixed the mess I got us into and it paid off amazingly. I didn't know how I could ever repay him. Hermione and Veronica ran towards us and joined us in our celebration. Malfoy's team landed nearby and began their walk of shame off the field.
I turned toward them and made eye contact with Malfoy. What I saw surprised me greatly. He didn't smirk; give an ugly glare or anything like that. Draco Malfoy looked over at me, comepleatly ignoring Broccov as she cried and complained about her broken nose and busted lip, and he smiled at me. He winked and made a small kissing gesture as he grabbed Broccov around the waist and continued walking away.
"Good game, Malfoy, not! Hope you enjoyed getting your ass kicked, bitch!" Aaron yelled as the team walked away.
"Yo Zambini!" Gordon yelled. "How did it feel getting your ass spanked by a gay guy, huh?" I laughed and ran to Gordon, jumping into his arms as he swung me through the air. "We did good, bitch." He grinned at me and I grinned back.
"Yes, yes we did." Hugs went all around and we all walked to the Great Hall for a well deserved winner's dinner.
The dinner consisted of turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes and pumpkin juice. Adrian and Charlotte didn't sit with the Slytherins; they sat at the winners table. Adrian sat next to me and Charlotte sat next to Aaron. Word of the rag tag game of Quidditch quickly got around and a lot of our fellow Gryffindors came up to us, dying to hear the details of the match.
I don't like talking to a group of huge people while I'm eating, so I waved them off, promising them I would explain in the common room that night. The rest of the dinner I was able to eat in peace and didn't mind the random people who patted my shoulder and gave me thumbs up from across the table. I smiled to myself, scooping up a spoonful of mashed potatoes, thinking that my first day of school, didn't end so badly.
After explaining for the hundredth time how the game went down, I was able to finally go up to my room and relax. After I changed into my pajamas and lay out in my bed, my mind had to wander to Malfoy. What did that little smile mean? He never smiled at me or blew me a kiss in anyway. Was his wand getting a little stiff for me? Was Broccov not doing a good job in the sex department?
'Ugh, get a hold of yourself, Nik!' I thought to myself. 'He's the scum god of Slytherin and he just wants to find a new cum rag. I'm better than that! I have more respect for myself than that blonde Broccov bitch.' I sighed and tried to relax, hoping I could get Malfoy out of my head. I blew my candle out, and closed my eyes, falling into a sleep faster than I thought possible.