Chapter 10

Quidditch Trails

A week after Dumbledore's first lesson with Harry and I (and after Harry did his detention for Professor Snape…let's just say Harry's hands still smell like grubs.), Harry and I were finally planning Quidditch trails for the new team members.

My trails were a week before Harry's started, and I was pretty ready. I had quite a few signups. Willow, Blair, Akane, Yuuki, Kairi Phantomhive from the feast, a girl named Christina Wolfbain and a couple of boys (Draco obviously joining the signup.)

When I got down on the pitch, I was wearing my Quidditch robes, but this time, I had a silver "C" embroidered over my heart, with everyone gripping brooms that signed up and chattering away happily.

I cleared my throat repeatedly, which went completely ignored…which provoked the signature "Hannah Potter Attention Scream"

"HEY EVERYONE SHUT THEIR MOUTHS OR THEY'LL BE CUT BEFORE THEY TRY OUT!" I screamed.

Everyone fell silent and looked at me.

"Thank you." I said, smiling, before becoming serious "TEN HUT!"

Everyone gave me a look like I had been nailed over the head with a hockey puck.

"She means to get into an army line!" Willow shouted, making everyone follow her lead and get into an army line facing the stands.

"About-face!" I shouted, smirking when Willow turned to face me and made everyone do the same.

"Good!" I said, pacing around my 'recruits'. "Who knows why I'm here in front of you?" I asked.

Willow shot her hand up "Because you're Captain!" she chirped.

I nodded "Yes. Now…which of the elder Slytherins can tell me when we last one the Quidditch Cup?" I asked.

Draco shot his hand up. I rolled my eyes. Of course. I thought. Draco has to know when we last won the Quidditch Cup.

I looked into the faces of the other veterans and smirked. "Oh, fine. Draco?"

"When we were in first year." Draco said indifferently.

"Exactly!" I said, stopping my pacing in front of Kairi Phantomhive. "It's been five bloody years since we had something to celebrate -"

"Well, there was when you won the Triwizard…" Willow said.

"Something Quidditch related to celebrate." I corrected, turning to everyone "So who thinks they know what I want on this team?" I asked.

Willow and Draco both put up their hands.

"Absolute perfection." they said together.

"Exactly!" I shouted, making the first years that signed up jump. "I want nothing but perfection. I want nothing more than to see the look on my brother's face when I get my name on that Cup! So I'm warning you now…the trails will be painful and seemingly endless. I'll give you a chance to back out now. There's the showers." I said, pointing to the change room.

Nobody left the line, nobody said a word.

My lip curled. "Good. Don't say you weren't given a chance to back out." I said before smiling evilly "Now, let's get started. Drop and give me twenty!"

"But I don't get my allowance until next week!" Kairi said, smirking as Pansy and Rose laughed.

"Oh," I said, walking up to her. "We have a smartass here, eh?" I asked. "You know what, Phantomhive? You can drop and give me fifty…push ups! The rest of you, twenty, now! And woe betide you if you do them half-assed."

Phantomhive gave me a look and dropped to the ground with the rest of the tryouts, starting to do push ups as I walked over to Draco.

"You know, Malfoy, your ass looks really cute right now." I admitted as he grunted.

"Yeah, I must look like a piece of work right now, sweating like this." Draco grunted as I smirked down at him.

"Hey, if you think you're sweating now, wait until you finish warm up." I said, smiling.

Once everyone (bar Phantomhive) finished their twenty push ups, I smirked at them all.

"All right, you maggots!" I shouted, grabbing my broom "Give. Me. A. Lap! No brooms…yet."

Draco groaned "You're working me like a mule, Hannah!" he complained.

"Watch it, Malfoy, I take warm ups seriously!" I snapped as everyone started running "Now get going!"

"You take everything seriously." he muttered as he started running.

…

Finally after twenty minutes of warm up, I blew the whistle in my pocket. "ALL IN!" I shouted "AND GET YOUR BROOMS!"

Everyone got their brooms and stood at attention, facing me.

"Ok! I want four lines! One for Chasers, one for Beaters, one for Seekers and one for Keepers!" I said "Find people you're competing with and get in a line. GO!"

It took ten minutes to get everyone assembled into four lines. Willow, Blair, Akane and Yuuki joined Chaser hopefuls, Draco obviously was working with a bunch of other guys for Seeker, Phantomhive and Christina Wolfbain were trying out for Beater and the first year that I talked to at the start of term feast, Bethany Davis was trying out for Keeper.

"Ok, Keepers, fly ten laps, I'm timing you, go!" I said, taking out a stopwatch as the Keepers launched up into the air and started flying.

I did the same things for the Chasers, the Beaters and the Seekers. All of which had interesting phenomenon all their own. A crash or two, a few arguments, someone knocked off their broom. And that was just the Chasers! Trust me, you wouldn't want to know about what happened with the Seekers…to be honest, Draco was the only one who escaped the fiasco not only unscathed (which I think him dating the Captain contributed to him being safe), but also with the best Seeker time!

By the time the Seekers dismounted, I was pinching the bridge of my nose. I had already lost a few people to injuries (Ivy was right in first year, the Slytherins went all out when it came to getting something they wanted.) and I was freezing, even in my warmest robes.

I looked up into the stands and saw that Ivy was there. I mounted my broom and flew up to her.

"Ivy, can you go get me a hot chocolate, please? I'm freezing here!" I said up to her.

"Sure, Han." Ivy said, smiling as she walked away. "Be back in a minute."

"Thanks, V." I said before turning to everyone. "Ok, Chasers, we're going to do a few scrimmages to see who's the best for these spots on my line." I said "We'll start with James and Circa."

Willow and Akane flew up and Draco tossed a Quaffle up to me.

"Ok, you will have a minute each to score as many goals as you can, I'll be timing you. James, you go that end, I'll be timing you. Circa, Draco will be timing you on the other end." I said, handing both girls a Quaffle. "To your ends, ladies." I said.

Willow and Akane smiled at each other and flew to the opposite ends.

"You may begin…now!" I shouted, blowing my whistle and starting to time Willow.

…

The Chasers turned out to be better with scoring goals when they weren't trying to kill each other in midair. Our Keepers turned out not so bad, but one turned out higher rate than the rest. The beaters…when they weren't trying to kill each other with the bats, they were okay. But the Seekers bar one were awful. I had a splitting headache by the end of the trails.

"Thanks for coming everyone. I'll have results later tonight." I said, smirking as everyone left bar Draco. "I hope you know, Slytherins who want to be Seekers are awful." I said, taking a sip of the drink Ivy got me.

Draco rolled his eyes "Thanks." Draco said, feigning becoming hurt.

"Oh, you know I love you." I said brightly as I started down to the Transfiguration corridor.

"Where're you going?" Draco asked.

I smirked "You'll see." I said, walking into the classroom "Professor McGonagall, I need your help."

…

That night, all the Slytherins were seated in the common room as I told them to be as I walked in.

"Thanks for coming everyone." I said, setting my box down. "Now, you're all probably wondering why I called you all in here?" I asked.

"No, actually. We knew you were going to tell us our Quidditch team." Pansy said, smirking with Rose and Phantomhive.

I sighed. "Okay, so you do know." I said, opening the box and letting the contents fly face forward towards the crowd, making Draco groan.

"You had to make it like a Ranger's jersey?" Draco asked.

I nodded "I thought it was brilliant!" I said brightly, gesturing to the jerseys.

They were green with silver writing with a black background, that said in all capital letters "SLYTHERIN".

"So," I started, taking off my jersey and letting my own jersey show "On the back of each jersey, as you can see, I have a random number and a players last name." I said, turning around and showing the Slytherins my "POTTER" and the number 53 on the back of my jersey. "So, when I turn the jerseys around, please take yours if you've got it, and congratulations on making the team. So…the two Chaser spots will be filled by…" I flipped one jersey around in midair "WILLOW JAMES!"

"YES!" Willow squealed happily, rushing up to hug me and taking her jersey gratefully "Thanks, Han!" she said, rushing to put it on (her jersey number was number 4...Ben Fanelli, baby!)

"The other Chaser position will be filled by…" I said, flipping another jersey around "ASTORIA GREENGRASS!"

Astoria smirked as her dorm mates (including her sister, Daphne) cheered and she picked her jersey up and put it on. (Hers had the number 61...Jeremy Morin's old jersey number.)

"A Beater position will be filled by…" I said, turning another jersey over and smirking "KAIRI PHANTOMHIVE!"

Phantomhive smirked at her friends and started over towards her number 41 jersey (Cody Sol's old jersey number…you can pretty much guess why I picked the numbers…old Rangers. Mine…you can guess why…JEFF SKINNER PRIDE, BABY!) and put it on.

"The final Beater position will be taken by…" I turned the jersey over "BLAISE ZABINI!"

Blaise smirked and I threw his number 21 jersey (Dominic Alberga.) at him, hitting him in the face.

"And…The Keeper for the team is…" I said, turning the jersey around. "MILLICENT BULSTRODE!"

Millie beamed and snatched her number 35 (for Kitchener goalie John Gibson) and put it on.

"And…" I said, smirking "the Slytherin Seeker is…" I said, turning towards the Seekers, who were huddled together nervously, Draco looking at me with wide eyes.

"THEODORE NOTT!" I shouted before laughing "Just kidding, just kidding." I said.

Draco snarled at me "You're such a bitch!" he snapped.

I grinned "Come off it, Draco." I said "For realsies this time…the Slytherin Seeker is…" I flipped the last jersey around "DRACO MALFOY!"

Draco smirked and the Seekers glared at me "That trial was rigged!" Theodore Nott snapped "You picked Malfoy because you're dating him!"

"That, and he wasn't the one who was trying to kill everyone, Nott!" I snapped back as I tossed Draco his number 94 (Radek Faksa) jersey with "MALFOY" emblazoned on the back.

"Thanks to everyone who tried out. If something comes up and I need a backup, I'll let you know." I said, kissing Draco's cheek "Now…you can go now." I said proudly as I walked up to bed and leaving my team mates to gap at their new jerseys.

"Hey, Han?" Draco called back to me.

I turned around. "Uh huh?"

Draco pulled me down and kissed me quick "Thanks." he said before letting me go.