Chapter 25: Games

Prompt: Games

~X~

"You're off the team."

Ginny snapped he head up; surprise, confusion and anger on her face.

"What do you mean?" She demanded, looking at her Quidditch captain.

"Look, Ginny." Meredith sighed. "It's out of my control."

"How can it be out of your control?" Ginny seethed. "You're the damn captain!"

"I know you're angry but it's out of my hands, this order comes from higher up."

"Who?"

"You're a good player, another team will take you on. The Falcons, perhaps?"

"Who was it? ... Was it our manager, Marcus?"

The other woman shook her head. "No."

"Then who the hell was it?" She hissed now ticked off beyond belief.

"I can't tell you." Was the frustratingly short reply.

"That's bullshit Meredith. We both know it means you don't want to tell me."

Ginny set her harsh brown eyes on the female she'd played Quidditch with for three years. The same woman she'd called her good friend for those same three years.

"If you were ever my friend this is the time to prove it. Who was it?"

Meredith crumbled under the harsh stare.

"I fought for you Ginny. Your my friend and a good player, I wanted you stay." The brunette scratched her head before cautiously looking around. The pitch was empty, the sky rapidly darkening.

She took a slow step closer to the red-head and lowered her voice so that it was nothing more than a quiet whisper. "You didn't hear this from me but before Marcus told me, I heard him talking on the Floo network. Draco Malfoy wanted you removed from the team, effective immediately."

Ginny was stunned. She barely noticed as Meredith took her leave. All she knew was that bastard Draco Malfoy had done this because she'd refused to go out with him. So this is what happened if you spurned the mighty Draco bloody Malfoy.

She clenched her fists and stormed away from the pitch. Well, if this was how he wanted to play things, all she had to say was: Game on. He'd moved made his move, but now it was her turn. And when she was finished with him, he'd know that when you play games with fire you run the risk of getting burnt.

~X~

Words: 373