A/N; Oh my dear sweet cherubs... I hope you haven't abandoned me in this. I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to udate. I was supposed to be working on my assignment last night but i couldn't focus so i wrote this chpater instead. Just finished editing it. I hope you all love it and thank you all so so so so much for your patience. Tahnks so much for all of you reviews and i hope evrything is going weel in all of your lives. Hope you love it, please review. Much Love-xx Kitten.
Chapter 36: Quidditch Final
The day of the final quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin began bright and sunny. Perfect conditions for the Gryffindor team to kick some snake butt! I'm so pumped for today that I actually got up extra early just so I could get down to breakfast before everyone else, even James, and start stretching and warming up for today. Gotta be loose and limber and ready to flog the crap out of every bludger I see!
I'm so keen for this game that it's almost making me dizzy with happiness. I've been beaming at everyone that has been wishing the whole team luck as we sit here at the Gryffindor table in silence. It's kind of funny how nervous they all are, but that could be because this is the last match that Fred, Dylan and James will ever play in Gryffindor colours representing their house. Which is kind of sad, because I think that next year I will really miss James as our captain. He's just so obsessed with quidditch and so set on us winning every single game, it'll be sort of sad when he leaves and we get a new captain who isn't as obsessive.
But even though that's sad I'm not feeling nervous like the others. I'm just excited and feeling the thrill I always get when my menacing, radical side comes out. The part of me that itches for a fight, the part that had me throwing punches at Hugo for years, rather than my lovely, if abused, punching bag that hangs in my bedroom at home. Of course that is the same part of me that meant I found myself tumbling into bed with Scorpius Malfoy repeatedly, but so what?
I glance across the Great hall to where Malfoy and Albus are sitting amid the green clad group of the rest of their house quidditch team. Interestingly Malfoy hasn't given me a fourteenth or fifteenth reason yet, which I have begun to realise I am feeling slightly apprehensive about. As much as I'm terrified to go with him because of what everyone will say, I know that I want to go with him. Making him right. Merlin I'm pathetic.
Malfoy glances up as though he feels my eyes on him and I smirk at him across the Great Hall and the sea of people separating us. I think another part of the reason I feel so good today is the fact that last night and the night before I had amazing sex. Whereas the rest of these loons went to bed early and trained hard and didn't have any sex at all, which is just ridiculous. And I know that because Loz was complaining to me about it when I crept back into the dormitory last night. Apparently she was feeling rather neglected because James had refused her again, bringing the total number of times he has ever refused her to five. I couldn't help but snigger at that.
Malfoy smirks back at me nastily from across the hall and very slowly drags the nail of his thumb across his own throat, his eyes never leaving mine. I outright grin at him for that before rolling my right shoulder a little as though limbering it up for all the powerful hits I will be aiming at him later. He scowls at me for a minute but then he wiggles his eyebrows at me wickedly and rolls his neck in a way I have seen him do very occasionally after a particularly wild bout of insane shagging.
I just know today is going to be amazing because it's the final and everyone wants to win so we do whatever we think we can get away with, not to mention sometimes things we can't. And Albus and Malfoy in particular have to play even harder because they are playing Gryffindor and so many of their friends and relatives are in Gryffindor that their team gets suspicious when they play us if the boys don't play as hard as they can. It's such fun. Mostly because I love it when anyone gets as riled up and in for the challenge as me and with quidditch the rivalry between me and Malfoy amps up to a whole new level of intensity. That could be because I'm always flogging bludgers at him though...
Dragging my eyes away from his I glance back towards my own teammates. They are all still eating in a tense silence as though they think talking will ruin our chances of winning. Merlin this is driving me insane! I'm practically vibrating in excitement where I sit and they are all acting as though it's the end of the world and we haven't even played yet. I leap to my feet, already having finished my breakfast today. They all jump a little in shock at my fast movements but I just wink at Fred when he meets my eye before taking up my broom and swaggering out of the hall with it slung over my right shoulder.
I know I'm not supposed too, but as soon as I get outside I leap onto my broom and take off into the air. Merlin I live to fly. Flying come in a rather close second with shagging Malfoy actually. It would come first except for the fact that the broom between my thighs doesn't seem to have the same ear-splitting scream inducing effect on me. I hear shouts behind me and glance over my shoulder at the rest of my red and gold clad team, all of whom followed me out of the hall. I grin when Fred jumps on his broom and shoots after me, trying to catch up to me in spite of my head start.
He hasn't got a chance, not when I'm half his size, have a faster broom than he does and have this craziness racing through my blood. Like a bullet I shoot higher into the sky, looping around Gryffindor Tower and grinning like a fool when the rest of the team follows behind me. This is what they need. They need the freedom of doing this crazy stuff now to get their minds racing and their hearts pounding and their mouths smiling. The type of fun flying that we haven't done lately because we've been training so hard.
Leading the way, because they have no chance of catching me when I'm flying like such a lunatic I loop through the air around the castle. Diving and pulling out and flying loop-the-loops just for the fun of it. Then I lead the way amid their whoops and shouts towards the quidditch pitch and weaving between the high seat towers around the pitch before finally diving towards the grass of the pitch. I smirk around at my team, loving the smiles they have on their faces and realising that now we have a definite certainty of winning because they have loosened up and remembered that they live to fly and that it's not all about running the drills we've been drumming for weeks now.
"Rosie, you always have the best ideas." Fred tells me as we all make our way towards our dressing shed. I grin when he wraps his strong arm around my shoulders and I wrap my own free arm around his waist. Fred is the best guy I know. He's an amazing cousin, an awesome best friend, an athlete with a love of aggressive and highly dangerous magical creatures and he's an all 'round great bloke. Kind, funny, smart, loves animals and pranks, good with kids, tall, strong, masculine but sweet and hell, we're related but I'll say it, Hot.
Truthfully, if we weren't related Freddy is everything I would be looking for in a boyfriend. Pity I don't know anyone with those qualities that I'm not related too.
"That's why you keep me around." I tell Fred, bumping my hip against his and smiling at him "Because I always know just how to deal with a situation." He ruffles my hair before letting go of me and taking a seat next to me in the dressing shed. The whole team sits down, all of them still grinning like mad. I sort of tune out when James starts to rattle off tactics and advice again. This is what I'm used to, the drone of James running through drills and tactics and strategy to ensure our continued champion status. The rest of the team only half paying attention to all that he is going on about while half focusing on their own roles.
James is still going on when Fred hands me my bat. The feel of the familiar wood in my hands makes me smile slowly and I can feel the excitement within me amp up another notch. Slowly I begin to roll the bat in my hands searching for the perfect grip I know I can find on it. I'm still searching for it when Fred nudges me that it's time to begin the game.
I glance around at my teammates, Fred watches me for a moment longer before following the others out onto the pitch. The roar of the crowd as our team forms a half circle on the pitch around Madame Hooch is so intense it hits me almost like a wave. I smirk across the pitch at Malfoy, who is holding his own Beater's bat in his hand while I am still turning mine trying to find the perfect grip that will allow me to flog the bludgers until I can knock people off their brooms with my hits.
From across the circle he whacks his bat against the palm of his free hand menacingly while giving me a look that says he can't wait to zoom around all afternoon chasing me on his broom while we both search for bludgers to flog at each other. To be truthful neither can I. I just want to whack them at him and everyone else on the pitch that is a Slytherin, even Albus. Today, no matter how much he might be one for my favourite cousins usually, he is the enemy and he must be destroyed to keep him scoring points for his. He is a chaser on the Slytherin team, and Malfoy is obviously a beater like me.
For our team James is our Keeper, Fred is the other beater, Dylan is a chaser, as are Mary Bell (a fifth year) and Louis and Hugo friend, the one how until this year I was never able to remember the name of, however I found out his name is Trent Wild. He is obviously a fourth year, like Lily, Hugo and Louis. I'm obviously a beater, and our seeker this year is Shelley Weasley. She is my cousin, Uncle Charlie's eldest kid. She is the older sister of the twins, Remi and Annon.
I realise that I have been grinning with wicked malice for several long seconds, directly at Malfoy, when Madame Hooch demands that James and the Slytherin team captain shake hands. I grin as they try to break each other's finger and crush the others hand while I finally find my perfect grip. Oh yeah baby! Now they are in for the game of their lives. Rose is set.
When the whistle blows and the balls are released I kick off hard from the ground, whooshing straight up as I follow off after a bludger. I smirk when Malfoy slams his shoulder against mine as we both race for the bludger. Sometimes we get so competitive over the bludgers that it's a little ridiculous. I slam mine back against his, kind of enjoying the feel of his body against mine in spite of the malicious intent of the movement. Somehow I manage to beat him to the bludger, mostly because I'm faster than him because I'm so much smaller and hence create far less wind resistance. I rip my arm back enjoying the way my elbow connects with his jaw before I flog the bludger directly towards the Slytherin team captain.
He doesn't see it coming, mostly because he has his back to me. I can't help the sick sense of satisfaction as the crowd groans while Bletchley goes plummeting off his broom to the ground. It's not really that far to fall, but at the same time I just took out the team captain in the first five minutes of the games. I outright laugh when Malfoy slams into me again snarling obscenities at me for my amazing aim. Not to mention the fact that I elbowed him in the face.
I zoom away from him laughing my head off, searching for another Bludger to rip at another of their players and take them out. The rest of their team looks pissed at me, but I grin when Fred loops in a circle cheering for me before he pulls his broom to a hover next to mine and drags me into a hug where he gives me an affectionate noogie. He lets me go as we both begin to cheer when Dylan scores the first points of the game for Gryffindor! I scream happily in celebration as Fred and I join the rest of our team in a victory lap.
Oh Merlin this game is good. I can practically feel the air sizzling around me as I break off from our lap and the game continues.
I watch from above as the teams stay closely matched in score. Or at least I was watching... That is, I was watching until something slammed into the side of my head and knocked me off my broom.
Fucking bludgers!
How in Merlin's name did I not notice that?
I scream when my broom slides from between my legs and I begin to plummet towards the ground.
My head and the left side of my jaw are aching. I'm screaming and can hear the hoarseness of my own throat and feel my arms grasping at thin air as I try to catch my broom again. I can even hear the gasps of shock from the crowd as they watch me fall. Which is why I notice that they gasp even louder rather than cheering when someone's arms grasp mine and pull me onto their broom. I think that maybe I passed out from the knock to the head.
No way in Merlin's saggy pants would Scorpius Malfoy ever save my life!
Not when I've taken a bludger to the head and am plummeting towards a coma or possibly even death. That just wouldn't happen. That would be his dreams coming true all at once.
Surely I am hallucinating. This just would not happen. Not in a hundred million years. This is even more unlikely than the two of us sleeping together and somehow becoming friends rather than just being mortal enemies for the rest of our lives. Life that should be currently in danger because I was falling off my damn broom. Which I should still be falling from because I can see James and Fred and Dylan. They were all staring at me and Fred even began flying towards me. He's stopped now. Out of pure shock.
Because in spite of all the odds Scorpius Malfoy just snatched me out of the air and pulled me onto his broom with his arms clamped around my waist. He's even gone into a dive with his body practically wrapped around mine and I can see him aiming for my broom which is rolling over aimlessly in the air now that I'm not propelling it along. I can hear him cursing in my ear because his chin is almost resting on my shoulder so that he can see to aim us to my broom.
When we get close enough I snatch hold of it and drag it around so that I can remount it even though I'm pretty sure my head is bleeding profusely. He doesn't let go of me so that I can remount my broom. Instead he snatches hold of it in one hand, both of his arms somehow clamping tighter around my waist so that he can still steer his own broom while dragging mine back out of my grip as he pulls us narrowly out of the dive moments before we would've crashed into the ground. His feet almost drag across the grass of the quidditch pitch as he steers the broom towards the first aid station Madame Pomfrey has set up. It's kind of ironic that she has one, mostly because she knew how dangerous this game would be.
When we are about ten meters away he slows the broom, dropping mine on the grass before letting his feet touch down on the ground. His arms don't unclamp on me though, in spite of the fact that he somehow manoeuvres the broom from between both of our legs and stands. I'm shocked when he drops his own broom as well, instead of just depositing me on the ground and flying back into the air. Intending to turn and gape at him in shock, or maybe even to yell at him for his actions despite him saving my life, I gasp when he scoops me up easily into his arms.
Surely this is not happening. Scorpius Malfoy, bane of my existence, fuck buddy turned odd kind of friend is surely not carrying me bridal style, cradled in his arms across the quidditch pitch while the entire schools stares in shock. Sweet Merlin how did my life ever come to this. How am I ever going to live down the embarrassment of being carried like a bride across a quidditch pitch by someone the rest of the world believes is my worst enemy?
I stare at Malfoy as he scowls whilst carrying me. His eyes meet mine for a moment and I raise my eyebrows at him. He narrows his eyes on me. It wasn't a very good idea on my part to lift my eyebrows. It just abut made me black out from the pain.
"Don't look at me like that Weasley." He growls at me, his voice is low and his grip on me is tight and I realise in my confused and bleeding state that he was afraid for me. "Oh and Weasley?" he says softly as he stands me on my feet in front of a fussing Madame Pomfey. I glance at him, trying to ignore the dizziness I feel.
"Reason fourteen. I saved your damn life!" He tells me smirking at me as he walks backwards, picks up his bat and broom and takes off into the sky and the resumed game. Damn it!