Hey guys! It's game day, and shit is about to go down.
As I sat on my broom, the cheers of the crowds engulfing me, I no longer felt afraid. Adrenalin coursed through my body as I watched Slytherin eyeing us. Lees voice boomed over the crowds, and it was all so familiar and encouraging I broke into a grin. This was where I belonged.
"Ready?" Coach called, and I tightened my cloves quickly. I couldn't have been more ready if I'd have tried.
"Go!"
"And they're off." Lee and the coach said at the same time. I flew forward faster than I ever had before, seizing the quaffle, falling back, dodging, weaving, going for this one on my own. Slytherins defence was tough, but not as tough as the reserves had been, and because of that I saw the holes and opportunities when they arose. I scored, and the crowds roared like crazy. My heart was beating hard, and I looked around at the Gryffindor crowd, giving a slight wave.
"And Cathleen Bennett scores the first 10 points! What a stunner!" Lee cries over the speaker, which makes me blush. I realise not only are Hogwarts watching, but also our guests from the other schools. Wood signals me back into the game, and I fly off. There's electricity in the air as we really start to get into the game, Gryffindor scoring 3 more times, but Slytherin catching up fast with 20 points, Draco almost capturing the snitch twice. Harry seemed out of it today.
"Potter!" Wood warned, to which Harry just nodded and flew harder. I looked around for Fred, something I barely ever did, and saw him batting away the bludgers like crazy. George was by his side, which meant that Katie, who was flying towards the goal, was left defenceless. I saw one of slytherins beaters take aim, and I flew. It was instinct really, as I caught up to Katie and flew along side her. I heard the bludger whoosh through the air, I even heard Wood scream for us to dive.
"Keep going." I ordered Katie, before moving right into its line of fire. Everything went into slow motion, I saw the crowds take in a sharp breath, I even saw Hermoine take a stand, her hand over her mouth.
"No!" Fred shouted, but it was too late. I took the full force of the bludger on my shoulder, and I felt the pain shoot down my arm as it was dislocated. I bit my lip, suppressing the scream, until blood ran down my chin. The force had sent me flying back a few meters, but as I looked up I saw Katie score, and I knew it was all worth it. The crowds cheering came back, and time seemed to move normally again. Wood flew over, signalling a time out, and took my shoulder in his hand. I winced, trying to take in deep breathes.
"Sorry Bennett, I think I'm gunna have to pull you out." He apologised sincerely, and I shook my head.
"Like hell you are." I hissed as Fred came over, his face worried.
"What's going on, are you okay?" He asked, and I nodded.
"Take my arm." I ordered, and his brow furrowed in confusion.
"What?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes, not knowing how long I could suffer this pain without screaming.
"Do it!" I shouted. He did as he was told, and before Wood could get out a word, I twisted. My shoulder popped back into its socket with a sharp twinge, and then a cooling sensation as the pain subsided. I sighed in relief, rolling my shoulder experimentally. A little tender, but luckily it wasn't my right, which I used to throw.
"All better." I gave Wood a grin, and he just shook his head.
"Alright." He conceded before flying off, calling for the end of our break. Freds hand slipped down my arm and held my hand briefly as he met my eyes, searching them for any sign of pain.
"You're alright?" He asked, clearly concerned. I nodded, squeezing his hand softly before I let go and flew to take up starting positions. Slytherin had the quaffle, and they scored another three times, which brought us neck and neck. I looked to Harry and Draco, who were chasing the Snitch relentlessly. I just had to distract Slytherin so they wouldn't try and hit Harry with a bludger. I looked to Katie and Alicia, and gave them a hint of a smile. As the quaffle was thrown up, I didn't move, just like in practice. Everyone was stunned, the crowds screaming for me to do something. I executed the move effortlessly, with Alicia scoring, and Harry finally capturing the Snitch. Gryffindor screamed out in admiration, and I did a victory lap around the stadium, whooping and cheering. As I landed on the grass, the twins embraced me, and then the whole team hugged, lifting Wood up and carrying him in the air like a champion. The crowds chanted his name over and over, and I could see how genuinely happy this made him.
"Party in my room!" Wood howled, and everyone screamedtheir agreement. Tonight was going to be a great night.
By the time me and the girls turned up, the party was in full swing. People from all three schools were drinking and dancing to the music. Lori had brought some vodka and Eggy had managed to find the gin she'd stashed in the floor last year. We put the bottles down on the desk where all the alcohol was lined up, and I grabbed a cup, pouring myself a rum and coke, downing half of it. I deserved a break.
"Cathleen you sexy bitch!" Lee exclaimed, throwing an arm around my shoulder and kissing my cheek. I rolled my eyes, giggling as I shoved him off.
"Everyone! To Cathleen and her brilliant ass!" He slapped my ass, and a load of people raised their cups in a toast. I blushed, downing the rest of my drink and busying myself with pouring another. I felt someone come up behind me, and I turned, finding a boy from the Durmstrang Institute smiling at me. He had close cropped brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, and he was taller than even Fred.
"You were brilliant out there." He complimented, his Bulgarian accent thick and cute. I smiled brightly, feeling my head starting to get fuzzy.
"Thank you." I blushed a little as he smiled at me, his hand resting lightly on my waist.
"I was wondering, if you would like to come to the Yule ball with me?" He asked, and I was a little taken aback.
"I don't even know your name." I teased, pushing on his shoulder teasingly. He chuckled, brushing my hair out of my face.
"My name is Tyson." He told me, and I smiled, feeling suddenly very confident. I had never expected anyone to ask me, especially someone as attractive as him.
"Ty." I giggled, taking another swig from my drink. He smiled.
"Is that a yes?" He asked, and I felt a moment of hesitation. What if Fred asked me? Then what? I sighed. Fred was not a reliable option.
"I'll think about it Ty." I replied, and even though I know that was bad, his smile didn't falter.
"Take your time." He said, before kissing my hand and walking away. I sighed, drinking another three cups. By that point, I was pretty much gone.
"Cathy!" The twins chorused as they charged towards me, both topless, and George threw me over his shoulder fireman style. I squealed as Fred slapped my ass repeatedly. I kicked out at him, making George almost drop me.
"Let me down!" I complained, and he did as he we told. I stumbled, and Freds hand shot out to steady me.
"How much have you had to drink?" He asked, his voice dripping in amusement as I steadied myself, looking him up and down. He wasn't wearing a top, and he looked really hot.
"Enough to think you look sexy as hell." I admitted, which made both twins roar with laughter.
"So not a lot then?" George teased, and I rolled my eyes, taking another mouthful of alcohol.
"Enough to not care." I looked Fred in the eyes before I moved into his arms. His hands moved down onto the bottom of my back, pulling me into him. He dipped his head and kissed me, his mouth opening and melding with mine. I arched my body into his teasingly before I giggled and pulled away. George was absolutely gob smacked, his mouth hanging open in surprise. I burst out laughing at his expression, shaking my head.
"Oh god your face!" I pointed, spilling some of the liquid down myself. Fred plucked the cup from my hand, and I whined, trying to get it back.
"I think you've had enough." He said, which made me pout.
"And you definitely haven't." I teased, grabbing a bottle of vodka and pouring it into his mostly empty cup.
"Let's have fun!" I cheered, and people around me sounded their agreements. Fred rolled his eyes, but downed the cup anyway. I looked at him, my eyes scrunched up.
"What happened to your top?" I enquired, and he shrugged, grinning widely.
"Some girls ripped them off of us." He raised his eyebrows at George, who whistled lowly.
"They were fit." He said, and Fred nodded his agreement. For some reason, that made my blood boil.
"Am I not fit?" My words slurred and melded together, and Fred cocked an eyebrow.
"Cathy-" he started, but I held up a hand, getting all worked up.
"You don't think I am!" I exclaimed, and before either of them could say a word, I turned, climbing up onto the table. Fred tried to grab me, but I'd attracted an audience. I ran a hand through my hair, giving Fred a wink, before I kicked off my shoes. The music turned to something sexy, and I danced seductively as I removed my top, and then proceeded to my jeans. I was wearing a matching green lacy push up bra and thong, and I jiggled my ass to the cheers of the crowd.
"Get down!" I heard Lori call, but I ignored her. I felt a hand on my waist, and the crowd booed as Fred lifted me off the table. I fell into his chest, suddenly feeling very dizzy and light headed.
"Come on." He guided me out the room, his hands on my waist as I stumbled. The walls blurred together, and I grabbed his shoulder, breathing heavily as I felt bile rise in my throat.
"Not here, inside." He opened a door, guiding me into the room. I stumbled, bracing myself against the posts of the bed, listening as Fred walked over to the windows and opened them. Cool air hit my face, and I stared to feel better. I looked up at Fred through my eyelashes as he ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head.
"Fuck." He whispered, looking away from me. I walked up to him, taking his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. His jaw was clenched, his eyes pained.
"What's wrong?" I asked, worried. He shook his head, laughing slightly. He wouldn't look at me.
"You need to put some damn clothes on." He looked at the ceiling, which made me smile. He couldn't even look at me, but he wanted to. I reached forward, my fingertips brushing his stomach, and he tensed. I let my hands flatten against his stomach, my nails tracing the lines of muscles as my hands travelled up his chest, fingers splayed. He grit his teeth as my hands glided over his shoulders, down his shoulder blades, tracing his spine until my hands laid flat on the small of his back. His hands were clenched at his sides, and his eyes were squeezed shut. I hooked my fingers around the hem of his jeans, pulling him towards me. I felt no fear, and maybe that was due to the alcohol, but I couldn't care less.
"Cathy." He groaned, grabbing my waist, his thumb digging deep into the v of my hips as he pushed me back a step, distancing himself. I pouted, though he couldn't see, his eyes were closed tight. I popped open the button on his jeans, and he took a sharp breath, holding it as I pushed his jeans down. I wanted this, I wanted him. His boxers were blue, and I reacted out, brushing the fabric, feeling the hardness beneath. This is what I did to him, without even kissing him, with just mere touch? The thought sent a thrill down my spine as he sighed, opening his eyes and finally looking at me, and I mean all of me. His eyes raked over every inch of my bare skin, zeroing in on the cleavage the bra had managed to give me. His thumb brushed the fabric of my panties slightly, and I took that as a good ahead sign. I went to pull down his boxers, but at that he took multiple steps back, letting me go.
"Cathy... We can't." His voice was strained as he went back to looking at anything but me, the wall, the ceiling, his own hands. I looked down, tears burning my eyes.
"Don't you want me?" I asked, a tear slipping down my cheek. He stepped forward, rubbing the tear off of my cheek softly.
"Of course I do, I'm pretty sure that's extremely evident." He looked at his boxers, and that made me snort.
"But you are way, way too drunk." He reasoned, and I made a pfft noise, waving it off.
"Am not." I challenged, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Walk in a straight line." He ordered, and I crossed my arms, or at least tried to, then took a step. I stumbled in what I assumed to be a straight line, but ended up well to the right of where I started. Fred chuckled, clapping sarcastically.
"You walk in a straight line." I shot back like a two year old, and he shrugged, walking in a perfect straight line, before turning round, hopping on one foot, then bowing.
"Show off." I pouted, which only made him smile. He came over and pulled on his jeans, before going to search in the cupboards for something for me to wear. I swayed a little, feeling a head ache start to pound at my temples. My throat felt really dry, and my stomach was protesting to the amount I'd drank.
"Fre-" but I didn't get it out before the bile rose in my throat and I ran to the window, puking my guts up. I felt my hair being pulled off my face as I retched, feeling completely rotten. I leaned my face against the window pane, drowsily closing my eyes.
"Wakey wakey." Fred shook me as he draped something around my shoulders, scooping me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes, burying my face in his shoulder.
"Mmm." I mumbled as he began to walk.
"Hey, Cat, be a dear and keep your eyes open." He purposely jostled me, and I smacked his chest, groaning.
"I don't think you'll remember any of this." He said idly, which made me laugh half heartedly.
"Yeah but you will." I reminded him, and he chuckled. My head lolled back, my eyes sliding closed again, and he jerked his arm, making my head snap up.
"Stop." I complained as he shouldered open a door, and I looked around, confused.
"Where are we?" I asked, and I heard someone mumbling off in the distance.
"Cathy?" I recognised Landons voice, and I looked around, finally realising we were in my room. Landon wasn't wearing a shirt, and he had a purple lipstick mark on his cheek. Why was he in here?
"Hey big brother." I drew out the words, giving him a grin, trying to pat him on the cheek but only achieving poking him in the eye. He winced, holding out his arms. Fred hesitated, but gave me to Landon, explaining how much I'd had to drink and why I wasn't wearing any clothes, leaving out the whole me and him thing.
"Yeah I heard about her little table dance." He frowned, and I grinned.
"It was sexy." I told him, which made him roll his eyes.
"Yeah okay." He sounded a little incredulous, which made me kick out at him, but I hit Lori instead, who was busying herself with getting me some water, her cheeks deep red in colour. Was it hot in here? Maybe. I saw Fred whisper something in Loris ear which made her sigh, and smile.
"She should sleep." Fred finally turned back to me, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I melted into his hand, loving the feeling of his fingers against my skin.
"Thanks for bringing her back." Landon thanked Fred and he put me in bed. Lori came over, handing me a plastic cup filled with water. I managed to spill most of it over myself, but swallowed a few gulps.
"Thanks. I love you guy." I managed to murmur before I blacked out.
Yeah. That happened. So what do you think of Ty? And Cathleen gosh keep it in your pants. What do you think of drunk Cathy? 😂 please review, you know I love ya xx