Sorry for the wait. Busy busy busy, plus I wanted to get this right.

Again, shout out to Erin for giving me pointers and helping me.

On with the fic :)

Chapter 35: Gryffindor Vs. Slytherin Pt3

The players got back on the field, each team with their strategy in order. The Slytherins only had one thing on their minds.

Take out the Weasley King.

"Gryffindor chaser Dean Thomas has possession of the quaffle." said Lee Jordan, once again commentating the game. "He and our lady Weasley ate making great passes, they ate really in sync. Probably because they used to date in their fifth year. Don't know if seeker Malfoy knew that or not, but-"

"The game, Jordan!"

"Sorry. Looks like Thomas is going in for the score- oh! He barely dodges that bludger and sends the quaffle soaring through the left hoop! SCORE 120 TO 20! Slytherin better get on track before Potter catches that snitch!"

Draco was furious. After another hour, the score had became 150 to 50, and it seemed as if everyone was starting to be bored of the game. Something had to change. He gave Crabbe and Goyle a signal when Pansy was flying towards Ron to score, with Ginny riding close behind her. Crabbe flew swiftly and swung his bat, hitting a bludger hard, sending it straight towards Ron. Colin had seen the deed and flew as fast as he could towards it to hit it away, but it was too late. The bludger hit Ron's left arm with a mighty CRACK, sending Ron falling towards the ground, head first.

"RON, NO!" yelled Hermione, pointing her wand towards Ron. "ARRESTO MOMENTUM!"

Ron's descent slowed down to a crawl, and he gently floated down until his back hit the ground softly.

"RON WEASLEY HAS BEEN HIT AND TAKEN OUT THE GAME!" yelled Lee, angrily. "CLEARLY YOU CAN TELL THAT THE SLYTHERINS CAN'T WIN BY WAY OF TALENT! THEY HAVE TO RESORT TO BEING FOUL, CHEATING, SONS OF-"

"LEE JORDAN, NOT ANOTHER WORD!"

"YOU SAW WHAT THAT OVERGROWN OAF DID, PROFESSOR! ANYWAYS FIVE MINUTE TIMEOUT!"

Hermione ran quickly down to the pitch along with Madam Pomfrey, while the rest of Gryffindor flew down to check on Ron.

"Ron! Are you okay?" asked Hermione frantically, as she kneeled over him.

"My...my arm..."moaned Ron. "Fucking git."

"Alright there Ron?" asked Harry. He gently removed Ron's armguard and gently pulled up Ron's sleeve to reveal a huge bruise forming on his arm.

Madam Pomfrey arrived and assessed the damage. "No doubt about it, it's broken. He won't be able to play."

Harry and Dean helped Ron up onto his feet. Suddenly out of nowhere, a bludger hammer raced through the air, hitting Harry on the side of his head with tremendous force, knocking him out.

"HARRY!" yelled the team, as well as Pansy in the air. Pansy raced down to the ground, almost falling off her broom. She ran over to where Harry had been hit. He was breathing fine, but there was a gash that had split his scalp. You could see his flesh.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?!" yelled Lee from the stands. "LOOKS LIKE A BLUDGER BAT WAS LAUNCHED AT HARRY POTTER, TAKING HIM OUT THE GAME TOO. I'M ON TO YOU CHEATING SCUM! YOU CAN'T DENY THAT!"

"GOYLE, WHAT THE HELL!" yelled Draco. His actions were not part of the plan. Gregory shrugged as if he didn't care.

"GOYLE, YOU'RE BENCHED!" yelled McGonagall from the stands. "10 minute break everyone!"

Harry and Ron were taken to the hospital wing, with Hermione and Pansy (who could have given a damn about the game at that moment) in tow, crying for the boys. Madam Hooch encouraged the rest of the team to stay behind and sort the game out.

"What do we do?" asked Dennis. "We've lost both our captains, not to mention we don't have a reserve keeper since Natalie McDonald got herself a detention!"

Everyone looked to Ginny. It had always been an unspoken agreement that if something was to happen to both Harry and Ron, she was best to take over the team.

"The only solution I can think of is that Colin and you, Dennis, will have to help guard the hoops as well as play your positions. Don't know how well that will work, but it's something. Rashida will have to replace Harry as seeker."

Rashida looked nervous. Since joining the team, she had only been able to practice, not play an actual game.

"Are you sure I can do this?" she asked Ginny.

"You technically have no choice but to, Ra." said Ginny. "But you're brilliant. You can do it. Just block everything out and focus on the snitch. And when I say everything I mean voices too. Draco has a nasty habit of taunting Harry to throw him off his game. No telling what he may say to you."

The teams ended up back on the pitch, with Slytherin missing a chaser and Gryffindor, a keeper.

"Looks like Potter has been replaced by Gryffindor's reserve seeker, Rashida Mosi." said Lee. "Now, if she plays as good as she looks, this game could be in the bag, folks."

"Oh shit." said Blaise. This was already not looking good. He wished he was watching the game and not playing. He had never seen Rashida fly.

"Slytherin has control of the quaffle with Zabini who has passed it back to Flin, and again back to Zabini, who is closing in on the hoops. Dennis Creevey seemed to be rushing towards the hoops in an attempt to guard, but Zabini manages to get the quaffle through the middle hoop. 10 points to Slytherin. The score is now 150 to 60!"

Rashida couldn't help but give Blaise a clap. He looked proud of himself, despite the fact that he really had it easy, as Ron was not there to guard the hoops.

The game went on and soon Slytherin had tied with Gryffindor, each team with 200 points. The team was growing tired as Draco and Rashida hunted for the snitch.

Suddenly, Rashida heard the fluttering of the snitch's wings, and noticed Draco rushing towards her. The snitch was right beside her ear. She smacked it away so Draco wouldn't make the grab. It took off towards the ground, Rashida rushed after it.

"And it looks like Rashida is chasing the snitch!" said Lee. "She is flying as if shot out of a cannon. Good looks as well as flying skills. Zabini better hold onto this one. She knows how to handle a broom very well."

"GO TO HELL, JORDAN!" yelled Blaise.

Rashida zoomed through the pitch, ducking and dodging players and bludgers with precision, as if she was the only one on the field. She reached her hand out, the snitch just inches away. Draco came up beside her, arm extended as well. He could just taste the victory. No way would Rashida catch it.

"It looks neck and neck folks! The snitch is within grasp of both seekers! Who will catch it? Slytherin's prince, or Gryffindor's African goddess? Whom if she allows me to, I would gladly take for a celebratory butter beer after the game.

"FUCK YOU!" yelled Blaise.

Rashida blocked everything out, her entire focus on the snitch which seemed to be centimeters away. She only had one chance to catch it. Sh lunged forward , moved her hand as swift as she could, and her fingers tightly closed around the snitch's wing, slicing the palm of her hand. She ignored the pain as she pulled it towards her body and pushed the snitch into her other hand as she jumped off her broom and tumbled onto the ground.

"RASHIDA HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!" boomed Lee's voice. The crowd went wild. Even some of Slytherin couldn't help but cheer.

Rashida laid on the ground, holding the snitch with her fingers, the wings slowing down and then folding into itself. Draco landed beside her and smirked as he reached out his hand to help her off the ground.

"Nice catch." he said.

"Thanks." she managed to get o before she was bombarded by the rest of the Gryffindor team. Dean hoisted Rashida onto his shoulders (much to Blaise's disgust) and the team cheered as he carried her around the pitch, her holding the snitch up triumphantly for everyone to see.

Blaise ran up to the team, waiting for Dean to put Rashida down. Rashida climbed down off of Dean and stood in front of Blaise with a smug look on her face.

"Not bad." said Blaise looking impressively at his girlfriend.

"You weren't too bad yourself, considering what you had to endure." complimented Rashida. "You pass very well, and you have great aim."

"I supposed you will be having that butterbeer with that toshpot Jordan then?" asked Blaise with venom on his tongue.

Rashida's smile faded. "Well, I was planning on celebrating my win with you on my arm, but if you would like for me to do so, I will." she said, smartly.

"I was only-"

"You're completely mental, do you know that? He was saying all of that to get into your head. And I see that you allowed it to." said Rashida, disappointed.

"I know, and I shouldn't have-"

"I gotta go. Maybe my absence will hopefully remind you that I date you and not Lee Jordan." said Rashida, turning around and walking towards the Gryffindor locker room, leaving Blaise feeling like an idiot.