Gefangen in der Finsternis
sieht sie nie das Light der Sonne
von Geilheit suckend fleht sie dann
die Zunge in dem Manne am
Rammstein (Sehnsucht), Küss mich (Fellfrosch)
Advocating:
-Rammstein belong to themselves, and all their songs belong to them, accept this one, which is my;
-...same way Lucius Malfoy is my;
-Lesiëm also belongs to themselves, and their song 'Roma' belongs to them;
-Harry Potter and the other crowd is JKR's;
-the rest of the characters are mine.
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Harry took the fact that he doesn't know how his parents die burdensome. Now it was even hardest because no one wanted to tell him, explain him how they died. He was sick of all the hints that were sent by everyone who knew how they died. Of course, Lord Voldemort killed them, but why.
In the meantime, aside for Harry and his advanced fundamental principles, Hermione would spent every minute she had with Professor McGonagall gossiping. They decided to go together, and see the Slytherin-Gryffindor Quidditch match. That morning the tension was penetrating everyone at Hogwarts. Revenclaw was taking the side of Slytherin, while Hufflepuff were cheering for Gryffindor. The teachers, who were also personally divided into Slytherin and Gryffindor fans, had to take certain measures for students not to burst into a great combat.
After breakfast, McGonagall and Hermione went to her office to get some extra Transfiguration work for Hermione, and than headed towards the stadium. Hermione wasn't sure if she was doing well in her class, so extra work would bring he some extra marks (like she needed... ). As they walked down the monotonous hallways, they found time to gossip Professor Deitrich and the ethical code of her teaching.
-"She is so slovenly with her pedagogy and the way she approaches her students" - Hermione was saying. -"She doesn't care who she insults."
-"I would thoroughly agree with you, Hermione. I went to Hogwarts with her father, Julius, even though he was few years younger than I, I knew him well. He was a Slytherin, and I was Gryffindor.
"He was just like her, craving authority and disrespectful towards all the Muggle borns at Hogwarts" - Professor McGonagall was saying. They turned the corner. Both of them gasped as they saw no one else than Professor Deitrich, standing with her arms folded. Her eyes gained some untameable malfeasance. Apparently, she was going in the counter direction, and she overheard them, and was standing behind the corner, waiting for them.
-"Hallo Minerva; hallo Granger" - she spat through her teeth.
Minerva and Hermione spoke nothing.
-"I see that you are having a blasting time talking about me. And mentioning my father of course, that is everything but insightful, Minerva. On the other hand, if you don't fancy working at Hogwarts any more, that could be arranged... " - she spoke venomous tone.
-"I have been teaching in this school for fifty years. I know it is the easiest solution to every problem would be to call up your daddy, to get rid of the colleagues that was clairvoyant enough to see right through you. Well why than he doesn't get rid of Severus for you?" - Minerva said.
-"You know pretty well Severus and I have been friends from Hogwarts. Whatsoever, he openly comments and criticises my teaching, he doesn't prattle about me behind my back, like some people enjoy doing" - she said, and arrogantly continued down the hall, passing them.
She walked to her office, not glancing backwards. Inside of her office, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, the captains of two opponent Quidditch teams were waiting for her. They were sitting still, not trying to provoke the other one. She told them last night she wants to see them both. As she opened the door, and sat down in her chair, they didn't really pay any attention.
-"How come you two are sitting so still?" - she asked teasingly. Neither Harry or Draco answered.
-"I called here because I have something important to talk to you. Harry, what did Professor McGonagall tell you about today's match and about the rivalry?" - she asked, calling him plainly Harry.
-"She said that it's not important who wins of lose, because it's just a Quidditch game. Though she would like us to beat those Slytherins with that Snape as their head" - Harry said, not noticing that he just publicly insulted Snape. Fred, George, and Lee would hail him for this.
-"One word, simple comment: bullshit. And Harry, be little bit milder when you're talking about Slytherin; it's my house, I went to it. And Severus is my friend. And what about you Draco, what did Severus say to you?" - she asked, pryly.
-"He said the same thing" - Draco said, carefully. He wasn't sure what this conversation was going towards.
-"Don't lie Draco, Severus would never say that. Now tell me the truth?" - she said.
-"He said that we should beat the hell out of those Gryffindor imbeciles" - he sneered to Harry. Harry avoided his narrowed eyes.
-"Exactly" - she said, gleefully.
-"What do you mean exactly? It's enough that Lord Voldemort, Snape (he didn't care for calling him that way), and Malfoy want me dead. Now it's you, too! This is conspiracy!" - Harry shouted.
-"Will you shut up, Harry Potter? You didn't let me have a chance to express my opinion. I do not want to see you dead, that is for sure. I only wanted to see if you have enough spirit in you. It's Quidditch you idiots, England's national sport. It's one of the most important aspects of your life, did you hear me? I want you to put all the differences between you, and try to beat the shit out of each other on the pitch, capito?" - she snarled at them.
-"I went to Hogwarts myself, and I was in Slytherin. There days, you just make Quidditch sound so unimportant" - she snapped at them.
-"Did you play Quidditch yourself?" - Draco asked her.
-"No" - she bitterly shook her head. -"I was pretty young, when my brother died by falling of the broom. From that time, I avoid riding it. Now, off you go. I wanna see you fight there, understand?"
-"Yes" - Harry and Draco said quietly. She lit a fire inside bought of them. Draco had to beat Harry to show who is and vice versus.
They set together off towards the pitch, in utter silence. Somewhere in the middle of their way towards the Quidditch stadium, when they still couldn't hear the roar of the inquiring mass of students, they slowed down. Harry spoke than: -"You like her, don't you?"
-"Like who?" - Draco stopped, and cautiously eyed Harry. Harry stopped, too.
-"You know very well Malfoy" - Harry stayed calm. Draco was usually calm, too. -"The way you speak to her, so obvious. I can just sense it, Malfoy. I don't see how people didn't notice that, already."
-"Tell me who are you talking about" - Draco said, slightly getting nervous. He could jump on Harry Potter, and start beating him, but he suddenly got scared. Crabbe and Goyle weren't there to protect him.
-"Don't pretend you don't know. It's clear you like Professor Deitrich" - Harry said quietly. He wasn't taunting Draco.
-"You're lying. You made this up just because you hate me" - Draco was getting neurotic now.
-"I'm not low as you in my game. Now confess me, you like her" - Harry said.
-"How can I confess you when I don't like her."
-"You do? Confess it right now, otherwise I'll rattle whole school how you like her".
-"No, don't do it" - Draco had his fists clenched from the ire he felt.
-"So you like her?" - Harry's face brightened.
-"No, I don't" - Draco snapped.
-"If you don't like her, than you wouldn't care if I told the whole school how you do, because than you'd knew it's a lie. Now confess it, Draco Malfoy" - Harry said.
-"Ok, ok, ok..." - Draco calmed himself down, breathing heavily. -"I like her, but you have to swear you will never, under any circumstances tell anyone about this. Do you swear?" - Draco said, madly.
-"I'm not like you, Malfoy. Of course I will keep it a secret. Now, I just want to shake your hand. It is Quidditch, may the best man, win" - he presented his hand, so Draco could shake it. Draco reminded himself when Harry rejected to shake his hand, second time when they met. But he squeezed his hand, shaking it firmly.
-"Potter, you really shan't tell anyone?" - he asked, anxiously.
-"I swear Draco. But I don't want you taunting my friends no more" - Harry said.
-"Fine. Thanks" - Draco said, feebly. Draco meaningfully looked at Harry. For the first time in his life, he felt thankful to the boy he hates to much.
And the match was about to start. They remembered to what Ancilla told them. Both teams were pumped up, and ready for lethal mayhem.
-"And the Slytherin team is out: Draco Malfoy as the captain, Ian Warrington, Zabini Blaise, Daniel Montague, Lisaa Niimro, Elijah Saliwa, and Dominique Atkinson. There have been few position changes from the last year. Of course, you can see that they are more than ready for the fight, for the combat, and the acknowledged annual dirty cheating - er - I meant to say they are ready for fairly fair game against Gryffindor" - Lee Jordan was commenting. Professor McGonagall was sitting right beside him. He couldn't make huge variations with what he was going on and what he will say in his comments.
-"Fabulous Gryffindor team is consisted of: Potter, the captain, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Katie Bell, Jonathan Dunkin, and Seamus Finnigan. The half of the team is new this year, and we will see what three Weasley will bring. (-"Accept the globally apocalypse when mixed with me" - he added really quietly, for no one to hear)"
Ron Weasley was bewildered when Harry Potter informed him a month ago that they need a Keeper, and that he had him in mind.
-"And they set off. Damn it! (Professor McGonagall pierced him with her stare) I mean to say, Montague of Slytherin has the Quaffle and he passes it to Warrington, yeah Malfoy has made some drastic changes, Warrington is a Chaser instead of Beater. And Warrington scores... Those dirty Slytherins, they must have been cheating... I see Malfoy smirking... FUCK YOU!" - he yelled.
-"LEE JORDAN, go back to the school, and wait for me in my office, until the match is over!" - she yelled at him. Her lips were thin, and her eyes were about to pop out. He did what she told him to. Well not exactly, he melted in the crowd of cheering Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.
The rest of the match was commented by Professor McGonagall. She made it sound so depressing. She made it sound like gentle game of golf on Saturday morning, instead of ferocious battle for position of the house. Madame Hooch had to call both teams few times to try calming them down, but each time they would be more violent in their decisive match. First fallen victim to had to leave the game was unfortunate Ron Weasley, who had been harmed by two Slytherins. At the same time, Warrington realised he has no slightest chance to score another goal, so he shoot the ball straight at Ron, and Draco Malfoy, who was just flying over Ron, pretended that his broom lost it's coarse, and he smacked Ron over his freckled face. Unfortunately, Ron had to go to the Hospital Wing, and Malfoy and Warrington were cursed and criticised for few minutes by Madame Hooch. As soon as she flew away from them, they congratulated each other on glorious team work.
Gryffindor was granted a penalty, but they missed. In the next two and a half hours only leftover players on both teams were: both Seekers, Slytherin Keeper, one Slytherin and two Gryffindor Chasers, and one Beater on each team.
The score was one-hundred-and-forty points in favour of Gryffindor. Slytherins, with one left over Chaser, barely could score a goal. Katie Bell had scored another goal for Gryffindor. Exactly one-hundred-and-fifty points difference, now.
Harry was flying around the capacious Quidditch stadium, when he noticed Draco Malfoy floating towards something golden. He wasn't having the advantage of the superior broom anymore--Draco's daddy bought his tyke the very same broom Harry possessed, Firebolt. The best one that could be find in the whole world.
He speeded up, and he saw it, too, the golden Snitch shinning in the air. He was more talented in riding broom than Draco was, and he reached him, so he was almost at the same distance away from the golden Snitch. It was matter of the millionth of the second, as they both flew abreast, and both of them dived of their brooms to reach the Snitch first. But Draco was the one to snatch it foremost. Harry was a second late, and he was seizing Draco's hands instead of the gold. They both fell on the solid ground from meter and a half high elevation. Harry and Draco found themselves laying on the moist grass, their bones itching. Harry was still holding onto Draco's hands that wouldn't let the golden Snitch go.
Harry was face down on the soil, feeling something warm under his face. He knew it must be blood. He assumed that his nose was bleeding.
The game was tie. Both teams (what was left of them, to be accurate) rushed towards their Seekers. Niimro of Slytherin, opened Draco's hands, while he lay still on the ground.
-"We won, our Seeker caught the snitch" - she yelled, holding up the golden Snitch.
-"No, it we did, we were the ones who originally were in lead with points" - George Weasley snapped on her. -"The score is equal, now!"
-"Yeah, but we caught the Snitch!" - Warrington said, ready to fight.
-"But we had the higher score before you did!" - George retorted.
-"Is it so..." - Warrington jumped onto George, and they started fighting. McGonagall rushed to them, separating them.
-"Warrington? Weasley? what kind of behaviour is that?" - than she turned to Draco and Harry, still laying on the floor.
-"Potter, you're bleeding. Take him to the hospital!" - she told George Weasley and Katie Bell. -"Malfoy are you allright... oh my God, you're bleeding, too. Warrington, Niimro take him to the hospital, pronto."
Draco Malfoy's last recall was that he was laying on the Quidditch pitch, holding onto the golden Snitch, and someone seizing it from his hands. When he woke up in the hospital wing, he saw his father sitting beside the bed, holding his hand.
-"Draco, you woke up" - he was relieved. Draco opened his hazy eyes, and his father pulled him, so he was sitting in the bed now. His father was not alone in the room, Madame Pomfrey was fussing around how Quidditch got so violent those days. Lucius didn't care to listen to her. She would bore him to hell when he used to end up in the hospital wing because of Quidditch or of the fight.
-"How are you feeling?" - he asked him.
-"Who won?" - was the thing Draco primarily inquired to know.
-"Don't you see what I am talking about? Quidditch, that's the first thing those boys today think. You were like that, Lucius weren't you, only Quidditch and girl, like there's no other point of life..." - Madame Pomfrey was saying, adjusting the pillow under Draco. As usual, Draco got an empty room in the hospital wing just for himself. He deserved that much nobility, beside the fact that he had to share room in the dormitory. Such a shame for a Malfoy.
-"I am not sure who won, Draco. I guess I'm more concerned about my son's situation or did he win the damn you. By the way, you better have done good in that, you won't be shamming me." - Lucius said, strictly.
Draco made himself comfortable in the position he was sitting in. Madame Pomfrey would keep blabbering and annoying them, if Ancilla didn't come to visit Draco. She was prepared to see Lucius.
-"For God's sake, Poppy, don't you have any other patients to look after?" - she said to her.
-"You're right. I should go and see how Harry Potter is." - She exited the room, not stopping to curse Quidditch.
-"How are you Draco?" - she asked carefully, sitting at the beside his bed, opposite of Lucius.
-"Fine. Who won?" - Draco pried to know.
-"Unfortunately, the victory will be counted in favour of Gryffindor, because they were the ones to reach more points before you caught the golden Snitch; great catch, by the way. But both houses will be getting the same amount of points" - she said. Her disappointment that Slytherin lost was palpable. Lucius kept gazing at her. He wanted to tell her how much he loves her, for who knows what time. Even the walls knew that well. Nevertheless, he noticed that she didn't want him expressing his feelings towards her in front of his son.
-"It's all Harry Potter's fault. He thinks he's the best..." - Draco was jaded. He leaned his head back into his pillows. He was glad that she came to visit him.
-"Is it still the blessed Harry Potter, eh?" - Lucius cynically asked Ancilla. She wasn't too happy because of it.
-"Lucius shut up" - she snapped.
-"And cherished James Potter... it's all your fault, mon cher, he would be still be alive, if you... well I won't name it, because Draco is here" - Lucius said, enviously looking at her.
-"What are you two talking about?" - Draco suddenly asked, inquisitively waiting for the answer.
-"That's none of your business, Draco" - Lucius told him, strictly.
-"You two know each other, from before?"
-"Know?" - Lucius said, ridiculingly. Ancilla quickly pierced him with her stare, thinking that he was about to reveal Draco things between them, but he was aiming on something else.
-"Ancilla is your Godmother, Draco" - Lucius said, looking at her.
-"You are?" - Draco turned to her.
-"And you never told him, Deitrich, tsk, tsk, tsk" - Lucius nodded his head, disapprovingly.
-"Told me what?" - Draco was becoming more and more perplexed.
-"That she is your Godmother" - Lucius quarrelled to her.
-"She is?" - Draco gasped into her. This was even confusing situation for Lucius and Ancilla; to poor Draco it seemed like he lost his threads permanently.
-"Can't you be a little bit more rude to me, Lucius?" - she asked, getting kind of ominous face.
-"Oh, and don't I have a damn good reason to?" - Lucius profaned to her.
-"Fine than. And you know what, if you're not able to control yourself, there are other persons than me that want to tolerate you, but remember: it is not me. Never forget that I always did, and I always will have life on my own, Lucius Terencius Malfoy" - she snapped at him, standing up, and getting out of the room.
-"I'm sorry Draco" - Lucius clemently told Draco, and than went of to get Ancilla. She slammed the door in front of him, but he opened them, and went after her, slamming the door of Draco's room himself.
She couldn't escape him; he grabbed her arm, and stopped her, few meters after they exited Draco's hospital room. Abruptly, he moved her to close himself, and kissed her lustfully. She let herself into his hale arms. No one was in that hall at that time. When he let her go, he spoke to her.
-"I'm sorry mon cher" - his face was lucid with all the admiring feelings he had only for her.
-"I know" - she stayed ironic.
-"Listen mon cher, I overreacted, okay. I was really mad at you for ditching me, and spent all these years away from me, but I will forget it now, my plutonic spleen, because you're back here with me. I'm holding your fragile self in my arms." - He was so sweet. If you compare his face at this very moment and when he sneers, you could not say that it's the same person.
That clemency Lucius could produce whipped Ancilla over her whole body, every time she though about him. She knew very well how gently, yet how strong and skilled his hands are when they are on her.
-"It's ok, Lucius; I still love you" - she sighed merely, kissing him.
The Quidditch match was extraordinary. No. 1 topic of whole school for more than fortnight. Eventually all the injured players got out of the hospital completely healed and healthy. Harry had to be 24/7 protected from angry Slytherins and Revenclaws when he was back to regular classes. Draco was assured that the victory belonged to Slytherin. Personally, I consider myself a Slytherin (even though no one asks me), but I think that if this decision was make, I would think it was fair (kind of).
Harry had to catch up all with the homework, and that wasn't just a fact, it was cruel reality. He stayed late with Hermione, one night, finishing homework and copying notes. Not that he really wanted, but Hermione made him, saying how otherwise he will fail all the grades. They worked in silence, in front of the warm fireplace. Harry was doing his best to make his brain concentrate on 'interesting' notes of Hermione in 'fascinating' class of Potions. Those eight-pages long properties of Cryctoprocta ferox were thrilling! Harry Potter would recommend them especially for people with insomnia aka sleeplessness. You haven't slept for a week?, just read this, and you will be cured. You may even never wake up, again.
Hedwig was on Harry's mind. Where is that blasted owl, when he needs to send Sirius a letter. As soon as he took a pessimistic opinion about Hedwig coming any time soon, he heard something knocking on the window. Well that must be Hedwig! So predictable, ain't it! I guess you're all so used to those stories where everything is so new, and so rudimental.
-"I shan't believe what I just heard, Hermione! But I reckon I just heard my owl, Hedwig, screeching out of the dormitory window!" - Harry jumped off the vermilion couch, running to open the window so his snowy white owl, who he named Hedwig, could come in and give Harry the letter. Hermione followed him. He opened the window, and voilá it's Hedwig. Was that thrilling, eh? Just wait till I tell you that the letter if from Sirius. That's unpredictable.
-"Hedwig, where have you been all this time" - Harry said, reproachfully. He noticed a letter on his leg. He took it and opened it. It was from Sirius. Harry read it for Hermione out loud:
Dear Harry,
I hope you'll forgive me for hugging onto your owl so much, but I had some important post that had to be delivered. I'm glad to say that you can feel safe, because Lord Voldemort won't be practising (any time soon) any more annihilation.
Write back and tell me how are you.
Love, Sirius
Harry replied him with a simple letter, telling him about Quidditch, and how he spend all this time in the hospital wing. He also wrote some more about Snape torturing him, and about his new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Hermione's nagging to continue studying was great, so he concluded the letter, and sent it by Hedwig.
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"Where you wanna stay
No one there to guide your way
So many roads to choose
When I lose
Fight the tears of defeat
They'll turn from bitter to sweet
Follow me to where you belong
You'll find the place to carry on"
Lesiëm (Second Chapter), Roma
sieht sie nie das Light der Sonne
von Geilheit suckend fleht sie dann
die Zunge in dem Manne am
Rammstein (Sehnsucht), Küss mich (Fellfrosch)
Advocating:
-Rammstein belong to themselves, and all their songs belong to them, accept this one, which is my;
-...same way Lucius Malfoy is my;
-Lesiëm also belongs to themselves, and their song 'Roma' belongs to them;
-Harry Potter and the other crowd is JKR's;
-the rest of the characters are mine.
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Harry took the fact that he doesn't know how his parents die burdensome. Now it was even hardest because no one wanted to tell him, explain him how they died. He was sick of all the hints that were sent by everyone who knew how they died. Of course, Lord Voldemort killed them, but why.
In the meantime, aside for Harry and his advanced fundamental principles, Hermione would spent every minute she had with Professor McGonagall gossiping. They decided to go together, and see the Slytherin-Gryffindor Quidditch match. That morning the tension was penetrating everyone at Hogwarts. Revenclaw was taking the side of Slytherin, while Hufflepuff were cheering for Gryffindor. The teachers, who were also personally divided into Slytherin and Gryffindor fans, had to take certain measures for students not to burst into a great combat.
After breakfast, McGonagall and Hermione went to her office to get some extra Transfiguration work for Hermione, and than headed towards the stadium. Hermione wasn't sure if she was doing well in her class, so extra work would bring he some extra marks (like she needed... ). As they walked down the monotonous hallways, they found time to gossip Professor Deitrich and the ethical code of her teaching.
-"She is so slovenly with her pedagogy and the way she approaches her students" - Hermione was saying. -"She doesn't care who she insults."
-"I would thoroughly agree with you, Hermione. I went to Hogwarts with her father, Julius, even though he was few years younger than I, I knew him well. He was a Slytherin, and I was Gryffindor.
"He was just like her, craving authority and disrespectful towards all the Muggle borns at Hogwarts" - Professor McGonagall was saying. They turned the corner. Both of them gasped as they saw no one else than Professor Deitrich, standing with her arms folded. Her eyes gained some untameable malfeasance. Apparently, she was going in the counter direction, and she overheard them, and was standing behind the corner, waiting for them.
-"Hallo Minerva; hallo Granger" - she spat through her teeth.
Minerva and Hermione spoke nothing.
-"I see that you are having a blasting time talking about me. And mentioning my father of course, that is everything but insightful, Minerva. On the other hand, if you don't fancy working at Hogwarts any more, that could be arranged... " - she spoke venomous tone.
-"I have been teaching in this school for fifty years. I know it is the easiest solution to every problem would be to call up your daddy, to get rid of the colleagues that was clairvoyant enough to see right through you. Well why than he doesn't get rid of Severus for you?" - Minerva said.
-"You know pretty well Severus and I have been friends from Hogwarts. Whatsoever, he openly comments and criticises my teaching, he doesn't prattle about me behind my back, like some people enjoy doing" - she said, and arrogantly continued down the hall, passing them.
She walked to her office, not glancing backwards. Inside of her office, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, the captains of two opponent Quidditch teams were waiting for her. They were sitting still, not trying to provoke the other one. She told them last night she wants to see them both. As she opened the door, and sat down in her chair, they didn't really pay any attention.
-"How come you two are sitting so still?" - she asked teasingly. Neither Harry or Draco answered.
-"I called here because I have something important to talk to you. Harry, what did Professor McGonagall tell you about today's match and about the rivalry?" - she asked, calling him plainly Harry.
-"She said that it's not important who wins of lose, because it's just a Quidditch game. Though she would like us to beat those Slytherins with that Snape as their head" - Harry said, not noticing that he just publicly insulted Snape. Fred, George, and Lee would hail him for this.
-"One word, simple comment: bullshit. And Harry, be little bit milder when you're talking about Slytherin; it's my house, I went to it. And Severus is my friend. And what about you Draco, what did Severus say to you?" - she asked, pryly.
-"He said the same thing" - Draco said, carefully. He wasn't sure what this conversation was going towards.
-"Don't lie Draco, Severus would never say that. Now tell me the truth?" - she said.
-"He said that we should beat the hell out of those Gryffindor imbeciles" - he sneered to Harry. Harry avoided his narrowed eyes.
-"Exactly" - she said, gleefully.
-"What do you mean exactly? It's enough that Lord Voldemort, Snape (he didn't care for calling him that way), and Malfoy want me dead. Now it's you, too! This is conspiracy!" - Harry shouted.
-"Will you shut up, Harry Potter? You didn't let me have a chance to express my opinion. I do not want to see you dead, that is for sure. I only wanted to see if you have enough spirit in you. It's Quidditch you idiots, England's national sport. It's one of the most important aspects of your life, did you hear me? I want you to put all the differences between you, and try to beat the shit out of each other on the pitch, capito?" - she snarled at them.
-"I went to Hogwarts myself, and I was in Slytherin. There days, you just make Quidditch sound so unimportant" - she snapped at them.
-"Did you play Quidditch yourself?" - Draco asked her.
-"No" - she bitterly shook her head. -"I was pretty young, when my brother died by falling of the broom. From that time, I avoid riding it. Now, off you go. I wanna see you fight there, understand?"
-"Yes" - Harry and Draco said quietly. She lit a fire inside bought of them. Draco had to beat Harry to show who is and vice versus.
They set together off towards the pitch, in utter silence. Somewhere in the middle of their way towards the Quidditch stadium, when they still couldn't hear the roar of the inquiring mass of students, they slowed down. Harry spoke than: -"You like her, don't you?"
-"Like who?" - Draco stopped, and cautiously eyed Harry. Harry stopped, too.
-"You know very well Malfoy" - Harry stayed calm. Draco was usually calm, too. -"The way you speak to her, so obvious. I can just sense it, Malfoy. I don't see how people didn't notice that, already."
-"Tell me who are you talking about" - Draco said, slightly getting nervous. He could jump on Harry Potter, and start beating him, but he suddenly got scared. Crabbe and Goyle weren't there to protect him.
-"Don't pretend you don't know. It's clear you like Professor Deitrich" - Harry said quietly. He wasn't taunting Draco.
-"You're lying. You made this up just because you hate me" - Draco was getting neurotic now.
-"I'm not low as you in my game. Now confess me, you like her" - Harry said.
-"How can I confess you when I don't like her."
-"You do? Confess it right now, otherwise I'll rattle whole school how you like her".
-"No, don't do it" - Draco had his fists clenched from the ire he felt.
-"So you like her?" - Harry's face brightened.
-"No, I don't" - Draco snapped.
-"If you don't like her, than you wouldn't care if I told the whole school how you do, because than you'd knew it's a lie. Now confess it, Draco Malfoy" - Harry said.
-"Ok, ok, ok..." - Draco calmed himself down, breathing heavily. -"I like her, but you have to swear you will never, under any circumstances tell anyone about this. Do you swear?" - Draco said, madly.
-"I'm not like you, Malfoy. Of course I will keep it a secret. Now, I just want to shake your hand. It is Quidditch, may the best man, win" - he presented his hand, so Draco could shake it. Draco reminded himself when Harry rejected to shake his hand, second time when they met. But he squeezed his hand, shaking it firmly.
-"Potter, you really shan't tell anyone?" - he asked, anxiously.
-"I swear Draco. But I don't want you taunting my friends no more" - Harry said.
-"Fine. Thanks" - Draco said, feebly. Draco meaningfully looked at Harry. For the first time in his life, he felt thankful to the boy he hates to much.
And the match was about to start. They remembered to what Ancilla told them. Both teams were pumped up, and ready for lethal mayhem.
-"And the Slytherin team is out: Draco Malfoy as the captain, Ian Warrington, Zabini Blaise, Daniel Montague, Lisaa Niimro, Elijah Saliwa, and Dominique Atkinson. There have been few position changes from the last year. Of course, you can see that they are more than ready for the fight, for the combat, and the acknowledged annual dirty cheating - er - I meant to say they are ready for fairly fair game against Gryffindor" - Lee Jordan was commenting. Professor McGonagall was sitting right beside him. He couldn't make huge variations with what he was going on and what he will say in his comments.
-"Fabulous Gryffindor team is consisted of: Potter, the captain, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Katie Bell, Jonathan Dunkin, and Seamus Finnigan. The half of the team is new this year, and we will see what three Weasley will bring. (-"Accept the globally apocalypse when mixed with me" - he added really quietly, for no one to hear)"
Ron Weasley was bewildered when Harry Potter informed him a month ago that they need a Keeper, and that he had him in mind.
-"And they set off. Damn it! (Professor McGonagall pierced him with her stare) I mean to say, Montague of Slytherin has the Quaffle and he passes it to Warrington, yeah Malfoy has made some drastic changes, Warrington is a Chaser instead of Beater. And Warrington scores... Those dirty Slytherins, they must have been cheating... I see Malfoy smirking... FUCK YOU!" - he yelled.
-"LEE JORDAN, go back to the school, and wait for me in my office, until the match is over!" - she yelled at him. Her lips were thin, and her eyes were about to pop out. He did what she told him to. Well not exactly, he melted in the crowd of cheering Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.
The rest of the match was commented by Professor McGonagall. She made it sound so depressing. She made it sound like gentle game of golf on Saturday morning, instead of ferocious battle for position of the house. Madame Hooch had to call both teams few times to try calming them down, but each time they would be more violent in their decisive match. First fallen victim to had to leave the game was unfortunate Ron Weasley, who had been harmed by two Slytherins. At the same time, Warrington realised he has no slightest chance to score another goal, so he shoot the ball straight at Ron, and Draco Malfoy, who was just flying over Ron, pretended that his broom lost it's coarse, and he smacked Ron over his freckled face. Unfortunately, Ron had to go to the Hospital Wing, and Malfoy and Warrington were cursed and criticised for few minutes by Madame Hooch. As soon as she flew away from them, they congratulated each other on glorious team work.
Gryffindor was granted a penalty, but they missed. In the next two and a half hours only leftover players on both teams were: both Seekers, Slytherin Keeper, one Slytherin and two Gryffindor Chasers, and one Beater on each team.
The score was one-hundred-and-forty points in favour of Gryffindor. Slytherins, with one left over Chaser, barely could score a goal. Katie Bell had scored another goal for Gryffindor. Exactly one-hundred-and-fifty points difference, now.
Harry was flying around the capacious Quidditch stadium, when he noticed Draco Malfoy floating towards something golden. He wasn't having the advantage of the superior broom anymore--Draco's daddy bought his tyke the very same broom Harry possessed, Firebolt. The best one that could be find in the whole world.
He speeded up, and he saw it, too, the golden Snitch shinning in the air. He was more talented in riding broom than Draco was, and he reached him, so he was almost at the same distance away from the golden Snitch. It was matter of the millionth of the second, as they both flew abreast, and both of them dived of their brooms to reach the Snitch first. But Draco was the one to snatch it foremost. Harry was a second late, and he was seizing Draco's hands instead of the gold. They both fell on the solid ground from meter and a half high elevation. Harry and Draco found themselves laying on the moist grass, their bones itching. Harry was still holding onto Draco's hands that wouldn't let the golden Snitch go.
Harry was face down on the soil, feeling something warm under his face. He knew it must be blood. He assumed that his nose was bleeding.
The game was tie. Both teams (what was left of them, to be accurate) rushed towards their Seekers. Niimro of Slytherin, opened Draco's hands, while he lay still on the ground.
-"We won, our Seeker caught the snitch" - she yelled, holding up the golden Snitch.
-"No, it we did, we were the ones who originally were in lead with points" - George Weasley snapped on her. -"The score is equal, now!"
-"Yeah, but we caught the Snitch!" - Warrington said, ready to fight.
-"But we had the higher score before you did!" - George retorted.
-"Is it so..." - Warrington jumped onto George, and they started fighting. McGonagall rushed to them, separating them.
-"Warrington? Weasley? what kind of behaviour is that?" - than she turned to Draco and Harry, still laying on the floor.
-"Potter, you're bleeding. Take him to the hospital!" - she told George Weasley and Katie Bell. -"Malfoy are you allright... oh my God, you're bleeding, too. Warrington, Niimro take him to the hospital, pronto."
Draco Malfoy's last recall was that he was laying on the Quidditch pitch, holding onto the golden Snitch, and someone seizing it from his hands. When he woke up in the hospital wing, he saw his father sitting beside the bed, holding his hand.
-"Draco, you woke up" - he was relieved. Draco opened his hazy eyes, and his father pulled him, so he was sitting in the bed now. His father was not alone in the room, Madame Pomfrey was fussing around how Quidditch got so violent those days. Lucius didn't care to listen to her. She would bore him to hell when he used to end up in the hospital wing because of Quidditch or of the fight.
-"How are you feeling?" - he asked him.
-"Who won?" - was the thing Draco primarily inquired to know.
-"Don't you see what I am talking about? Quidditch, that's the first thing those boys today think. You were like that, Lucius weren't you, only Quidditch and girl, like there's no other point of life..." - Madame Pomfrey was saying, adjusting the pillow under Draco. As usual, Draco got an empty room in the hospital wing just for himself. He deserved that much nobility, beside the fact that he had to share room in the dormitory. Such a shame for a Malfoy.
-"I am not sure who won, Draco. I guess I'm more concerned about my son's situation or did he win the damn you. By the way, you better have done good in that, you won't be shamming me." - Lucius said, strictly.
Draco made himself comfortable in the position he was sitting in. Madame Pomfrey would keep blabbering and annoying them, if Ancilla didn't come to visit Draco. She was prepared to see Lucius.
-"For God's sake, Poppy, don't you have any other patients to look after?" - she said to her.
-"You're right. I should go and see how Harry Potter is." - She exited the room, not stopping to curse Quidditch.
-"How are you Draco?" - she asked carefully, sitting at the beside his bed, opposite of Lucius.
-"Fine. Who won?" - Draco pried to know.
-"Unfortunately, the victory will be counted in favour of Gryffindor, because they were the ones to reach more points before you caught the golden Snitch; great catch, by the way. But both houses will be getting the same amount of points" - she said. Her disappointment that Slytherin lost was palpable. Lucius kept gazing at her. He wanted to tell her how much he loves her, for who knows what time. Even the walls knew that well. Nevertheless, he noticed that she didn't want him expressing his feelings towards her in front of his son.
-"It's all Harry Potter's fault. He thinks he's the best..." - Draco was jaded. He leaned his head back into his pillows. He was glad that she came to visit him.
-"Is it still the blessed Harry Potter, eh?" - Lucius cynically asked Ancilla. She wasn't too happy because of it.
-"Lucius shut up" - she snapped.
-"And cherished James Potter... it's all your fault, mon cher, he would be still be alive, if you... well I won't name it, because Draco is here" - Lucius said, enviously looking at her.
-"What are you two talking about?" - Draco suddenly asked, inquisitively waiting for the answer.
-"That's none of your business, Draco" - Lucius told him, strictly.
-"You two know each other, from before?"
-"Know?" - Lucius said, ridiculingly. Ancilla quickly pierced him with her stare, thinking that he was about to reveal Draco things between them, but he was aiming on something else.
-"Ancilla is your Godmother, Draco" - Lucius said, looking at her.
-"You are?" - Draco turned to her.
-"And you never told him, Deitrich, tsk, tsk, tsk" - Lucius nodded his head, disapprovingly.
-"Told me what?" - Draco was becoming more and more perplexed.
-"That she is your Godmother" - Lucius quarrelled to her.
-"She is?" - Draco gasped into her. This was even confusing situation for Lucius and Ancilla; to poor Draco it seemed like he lost his threads permanently.
-"Can't you be a little bit more rude to me, Lucius?" - she asked, getting kind of ominous face.
-"Oh, and don't I have a damn good reason to?" - Lucius profaned to her.
-"Fine than. And you know what, if you're not able to control yourself, there are other persons than me that want to tolerate you, but remember: it is not me. Never forget that I always did, and I always will have life on my own, Lucius Terencius Malfoy" - she snapped at him, standing up, and getting out of the room.
-"I'm sorry Draco" - Lucius clemently told Draco, and than went of to get Ancilla. She slammed the door in front of him, but he opened them, and went after her, slamming the door of Draco's room himself.
She couldn't escape him; he grabbed her arm, and stopped her, few meters after they exited Draco's hospital room. Abruptly, he moved her to close himself, and kissed her lustfully. She let herself into his hale arms. No one was in that hall at that time. When he let her go, he spoke to her.
-"I'm sorry mon cher" - his face was lucid with all the admiring feelings he had only for her.
-"I know" - she stayed ironic.
-"Listen mon cher, I overreacted, okay. I was really mad at you for ditching me, and spent all these years away from me, but I will forget it now, my plutonic spleen, because you're back here with me. I'm holding your fragile self in my arms." - He was so sweet. If you compare his face at this very moment and when he sneers, you could not say that it's the same person.
That clemency Lucius could produce whipped Ancilla over her whole body, every time she though about him. She knew very well how gently, yet how strong and skilled his hands are when they are on her.
-"It's ok, Lucius; I still love you" - she sighed merely, kissing him.
The Quidditch match was extraordinary. No. 1 topic of whole school for more than fortnight. Eventually all the injured players got out of the hospital completely healed and healthy. Harry had to be 24/7 protected from angry Slytherins and Revenclaws when he was back to regular classes. Draco was assured that the victory belonged to Slytherin. Personally, I consider myself a Slytherin (even though no one asks me), but I think that if this decision was make, I would think it was fair (kind of).
Harry had to catch up all with the homework, and that wasn't just a fact, it was cruel reality. He stayed late with Hermione, one night, finishing homework and copying notes. Not that he really wanted, but Hermione made him, saying how otherwise he will fail all the grades. They worked in silence, in front of the warm fireplace. Harry was doing his best to make his brain concentrate on 'interesting' notes of Hermione in 'fascinating' class of Potions. Those eight-pages long properties of Cryctoprocta ferox were thrilling! Harry Potter would recommend them especially for people with insomnia aka sleeplessness. You haven't slept for a week?, just read this, and you will be cured. You may even never wake up, again.
Hedwig was on Harry's mind. Where is that blasted owl, when he needs to send Sirius a letter. As soon as he took a pessimistic opinion about Hedwig coming any time soon, he heard something knocking on the window. Well that must be Hedwig! So predictable, ain't it! I guess you're all so used to those stories where everything is so new, and so rudimental.
-"I shan't believe what I just heard, Hermione! But I reckon I just heard my owl, Hedwig, screeching out of the dormitory window!" - Harry jumped off the vermilion couch, running to open the window so his snowy white owl, who he named Hedwig, could come in and give Harry the letter. Hermione followed him. He opened the window, and voilá it's Hedwig. Was that thrilling, eh? Just wait till I tell you that the letter if from Sirius. That's unpredictable.
-"Hedwig, where have you been all this time" - Harry said, reproachfully. He noticed a letter on his leg. He took it and opened it. It was from Sirius. Harry read it for Hermione out loud:
Dear Harry,
I hope you'll forgive me for hugging onto your owl so much, but I had some important post that had to be delivered. I'm glad to say that you can feel safe, because Lord Voldemort won't be practising (any time soon) any more annihilation.
Write back and tell me how are you.
Love, Sirius
Harry replied him with a simple letter, telling him about Quidditch, and how he spend all this time in the hospital wing. He also wrote some more about Snape torturing him, and about his new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Hermione's nagging to continue studying was great, so he concluded the letter, and sent it by Hedwig.
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"Where you wanna stay
No one there to guide your way
So many roads to choose
When I lose
Fight the tears of defeat
They'll turn from bitter to sweet
Follow me to where you belong
You'll find the place to carry on"
Lesiëm (Second Chapter), Roma
