Adronia Brown: Magic Becomith
Chapter 46: Quiditch Match

Excitement grew when it came to the upcoming Quiditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Draco Malfoy found himself nervous despite the fact he was only a substitute and not actually playing. He kept thinking about the fact he should have been in Slytherin and not Griffindor. Harry was of course nervous because he would in fact be playing.

As they sat for breakfast, Neville suddenly came running up to them, a frown on his face. "Oliver Wood was knocked out in the bathroom."

The others stared at him in surprise while I found myself shaking my head. I turned my head to Draco. "This means that you are going to be playing today after all."

"That's..." Draco suddenly turned green in the face. "How come Oliver Wood was knocked out in the bathroom?"

Dudley came up and suddenly wrinkled his pug nose up. "You're going to lose! I heard that your team captain is out of the game!"

"Shut up Dudley." Harry narrowed his eyes at his cousin. Despite the fact Dudley had been on a diet, it seemed as if he was actually gaining weight rather then looking at it "Did you knock him out?"

"Huh?" Dudley blinked a couple of times before turning to leave.

Neville let out a deep sigh. "Rumor has it Prophesor Snape was near by."

"Snape?" All of us gave each other looks, knowing full well that we needed to worry about Snape more. We then found ourselves saying goodbye to Harry and Draco as they went to prepare for the Quiditch match. We found our way as a group up into the stands and we found ourselves wandering over to the Quiditch field and finding seats.

Cheers from the Slytherin team was great, likely due to the fact Oliver Wood had been knocked out. I couldn't really blame them and thus I hoped we could prove them wrong. Particularly with the fact we could see Dudley and his cohearts with pain on their face for the Slytherin yelled and screamed possibly the loudest.

Then the match began. It went off without a hitch and we ended up winning. We then headed back to the dorm rooms and we found ourselves celebrating the win. As we left, I could see Dudley puffing his cheeks out. He marched up and stuck his face into Harry's. "How could you win?"

"I just did." Harry blinked a couple of times. The boy found himself backing away from the garlic smell, almost like rotting death.

"Stuff it." Dudley stated. "Oh wait, you did. You stufffed the golden thingy into your mouth."

"It's called a Snitch." I rolled my eyes. "God, you're dumb."

Dudley then tried getting into my face, only to find himself with a bloody nose. McGonagall came up to see what happened. "Why?"

"He was getting into my personal space and he refused to back down. So, I did what I had to do to make him back up."

"Well, head to the celebration in the dorm room." McGonagall spoke up.