*ok this chapter is a lot shorter and there is no formatting problem! YAHHHH!!!! Just keep in mind that this all takes place during the second book, and remember that I don't own anything blah blah blah…….*
A warm sliver of sunlight penetrated the curtains surrounding
Chloe's bed. She yawned as it trickled on to her face. 'It's so
early' she thought, ' I'll just sleep for a few minutes.' She
was forced to rise, however. Her three roommates were
chattering loudly about their Quidditch game.
"As long as Harry's alright we'll do fine." Katie stressed .
"I keep telling myself that but look at the brooms they have, I
mean nimbus 2000 and one! You can't get any better then that." Angelina said with a sidelong glance at her old cleansweep.
"Don't worry about it!" Katie reprimanded as she pulled on her weekend robe.
Chloe sat up, she wasn't about to get any sleep with the two of them bickering like that. She crawled out of her warm bed and
shivered as her bear feet hit the freezing-cold ground. As she
pulled the curtains away from her bed and stepped out into the
light Alicia was gazing out the window.
"It looks like rain." She said forlorn.
"Oh hush!" Angelina said as she turned her head and noticed
Chloe still half-asleep. "Hey there, sorry if we woke you."
"No problem," Chloe answered masking her annoyance. "So are you excited for the game?"
The three chasers unanimously answered yes.
"We'd better down and eat something before the match." Alicia said as she grabbed her crimson Quidditch robe from the dresser. The other girls followed suit.
"Bye," Angelina called "See you at the game."
"I'll be cheering for you." Chloe replied
"You'll be cheering for Oliver." Katie said with a smirk.
Chloe grabbed a pillow and chucked it at the unsuspecting Katie. "Shut up, Derick Mason!" she yelled.
Angelina laughed and Katie retorted, "George Weasley!" All five of the girls began to laugh hysterically. Angelina, Katie and
Alicia left to go down for breakfast and Chloe started to get
dressed.
Almost the entire school had turned out to watch the game. Hufflepuffs Ravenclaws and Gryffindors all wanted Gryffindor to win. It seemed to Chloe that the dislike of the Slytherins was unanimous though out the school. The crowd of students hurried down the stairs and through the grounds to the Quidditch field. Chloe who was being swept up by this sea of people was relieved to hear a familiar voice.
"Oy! Chloe!" called Hermione. "Come over here." She beckoned.
Moving toward her friend was easier said then done. Chloe stepped on quite a few toes and was pushed around many times as she tried to fight the tide. Finally she made it over to Hermione.
"Hey," She said breathlessly "where is everyone."
"Well Harry's getting his Quidditch things and Ron, well Ron seems to follow Harry." She added dejectedly.
Chloe smiled, she knew what it was like to be the third wheel.
"Well if he's late I am not saving him a seat." She said sternly.
Hermione looked up and smiled. For once, she thought, maybe I'll be able to have a friend who I can leave Ron for. They continued to trudge up the hill until the field came into sight. Chloe was a bit stunned by the image before her. At either end of the field three long poles were erected, and on the end of each pole was a little hoop, six in total. The field it's self was rather large and on either side stood large stands that were high enough to ensure that all the spectators could see what was going on.
"Come on," said Hermione, " I wanna get a good seat."
As they settled into their seats, which where midfield and mid height "the best seats in the house" according to Hermione, Ron came plowing through the crowd.
" 'Cuse me, sorry, got to get to my seat. Opps sorry about that." He mumbled to the people he was stepping over. "Hey Hermione, got you some candy to much on."
Ron, however dropped the candy as he saw who was sitting next to her. He stood gaping at her with his mouth wide open until Hermione muttered something that sounded like "fortheloveofgod" and pulled him into the seat next to him. Chloe who was too fascinated with the field, didn't notice a thing.
"That's Gryffindor's goal post," Hermione said motioning to the end of the field. " We are lucky to have a really good seeker and a really good keeper." She looked for any rise in Chloe but fond none. So she kept pressing
"What was up with you and Oliver last night?" she asked trying to sound causal. Ron's ears perked up.
"Well, if you really must know, before you all came trudging in he asked me out." Chloe answered with a slight smile on her face.
"Really?!" Hermione squeaked.
"Yeah really, since it's a Hogsmead weekend he's taking me out for dinner after the game." Chloe replied, her smile growing.
"Well let's just pray Gryffindor wins, or he'll be in a foul mood all night." Hermione was looking out over the field
"If you ask me," Ron said rather haughtily "He's always in a foul mood!"
Both of the girls turned and glared at him, obviously no one was asking him.
The stadium exploded with cheers as the teams entered the field. Chloe scoured the Gryffindor side looking for Oliver. Hermione elbowed her in the ribs and pointed to the center of the field. Oliver and Flint were standing in front of Madam Hooch who shouted, "Captains shake hands." They both glared at each other and gripped hands so tightly Madam Hooch had to quickly tell them to stop. The excitement rose as she blew her whistle and the game began.
Even though Oliver had explained the game at length to her, Chloe was having trouble following the action. She often had to ask Ron what was going on. Ron scowled as a bludger hit Angelina stopping her from scoring.
"It's 60-0," he moaned "where are my brothers."
Indeed it seemed that the Weasley twins were no where to be seen. Chloe looked around and then spotted them high above the stadium on either side of Harry batting a black ball back and forth. Ron had spotted them as well.
"What are they doing?" Chloe asked
"I was about to ask the same thing." Ron said dejectedly.
Madam Hooch's whistle rang through the air. It had started to rain and Chloe couldn't see what was going on.
"They called a time-out" Ron explained.
After a few minutes the game resumed, and was pretty much the same except that the Slytherins were not scoring as much.
"Look!" Hermione shrieked as she pointed to the sky.
Harry was flying very oddly. He was turning and spinning and diving. People around them began to laugh.
"Why is he doing that?" Chloe asked confused
"Because of that!" Hermione shouted, pointing to a black ball following Harry around.
The crowd had jump to its feet and started at Harry. Ron let out a little yell and pointed faintly to a little gold speck above Malfoy's head.
"The golden-snitch!"
Harry had obviously seen it too for he stopped and stared at Malfoy just long enough for the bludger to careen into his arm. Hermione gasped and began to dance nervously around.
"Oh my God, Oh my God." She kept repeating.
Ron and the rest of the crowd stood breathless for the next few moments. "Get the snitch Harry. Get it!" he mumbled. As if Harry had heard the words of his best friend he flew straight towards Malfoy reaching out his uninjured arm to grab the snitch, before speeding to the ground and collapsing. The stadium erupted with cheers and Chloe, Ron and Hermione hurried on to the field.
The Gryffindor team was crowed around their fallen seeker. Chloe, Ron and Hermione pressed their way through. Kneeling beside Harry was Lockhart.
"Lie back Harry." Lockhart cooed, "It's a simple charm I have used it countless times"
"Can't I just go to the Hospital wing?" Harry mumbled with pain
The rest of the bystanders seemed to agree.
"He really should Professor." Said a grinning muddy Oliver.
However Lockhart paid no attention to these warnings and continued with the spell. The crowd gasped in shock as they saw that Lockhart had not repaired Harry's bones he had gotten rid of them. Hermione let out a little sob when she saw Harry's limp arm.
"The point is the bones are no longer broken. That's the thing to bear in mind. So Harry just toddle up to the Hospital wing" Lockhart said a little less confidently. "Ah, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley would you escort him?"
The three of them walked slowly up the hill as Lockhart tried to get away for the angry crowd of Gryffindors as fast as he could.
"Hey Chloe we won!" Angelina shouted as she walked away with George. Somehow Chloe thought that she was talking about more then the game.
"So how did you like you first Quidditch game?" Oliver smiled at her through his muddy face.
"It was great, except for the part when the bludger almost killed Harry." She replied sarcastically.
"I would kiss you but I am all muddy." Oliver said, "Listen I am gonna get cleaned up and then go say hello to Harry, how about I meet you in the common room in an hour."
"Sounds good, I gotta take a shower so I'll be done by then."
"Great." Oliver smiled.
Chloe smiled back and then started to jog back to the school as the rain started to pour down.
To be continued…
* Ok the next chapter is their date (very very sexual date, might I add) and that scary old witch comes to town. Alrighty then please review this story and tell me what you think…all comments welcome. Adios*