Chapter 8- On your marks, get set, attack!
Harry gathered up his Quidditch gear as quietly as he could considering his dorm mates were still sleeping. Ron was snoring so loudly that Harry could hardly believe how anyone else was still asleep.
Harry cast a sideways glance at the window as he exited the room, in hopes of finding Hedwig perched on the sill. But no bird was pecking a the window. His eyes blurred with tears as he hurried down the steps and into the common room. The thought that he could have left Hedwig in such a vulnerable position to be kidnapped, made him feel worse. It was his fault she was gone, and his duty to get her back.
After awkwardly stumbling out of the portrait of the Fat Lady in the pink dress, Harry glanced down the corridor. If he went his usual route to the dressing room, Colin Creevy was bound to find him. He took a hand to his face and wiped away the tears. His sadness had all of a sudden morphed into anger, the faster he could get on the pitch and beat the truth out of Malfoy, the better. But instead of taking the normal route, harry decided to take a round about route. He was worried that if he encountered Creevy and his camera, he would beat the snot out of him.
10 minutes later, Harry found himself in the dressing room, having successfully avoided publicity. He silently pulled on his scarlet Quidditch robes.
"Oy, Harry, you ready?" Came Alicia Spinnet's voice over an argument between Fred and George Weasley. They were trying to decided who would get to wack a bludger at Malfoy's face. It only took them 5 minutes to realize that they both could.
Harry turned to face his teammates. "Oh ya I'm ready." Harry grinned at the mental image of Malfoy rolling on the pitch in pain- just how Harry had suffered over missing Hedwig.
"Going for your third fastest record Harry?" Fred piped up, having finished his argument with George.
"Nope." Harry grinned again. The teams jaws somewhat dropped.
"Ah, why not? We were looking forward to having another party tonight!" Alicia grabbed her broom.
" I have another goal for this game. Instead of chasing the snitch, I'm gonna chase Malfoy. If they're gonna play dirty, so am I. Any time Malfoy makes a grab for the snitch, I'll block him. We all know he can't fly to save his money purse." The team grunted in approval. Harry's new plan seemed to be extra challenging and almost fun.
"C'mon guys, to the gates." Alicia pointed to the door to the pitch. "Let's go!"
Madam Hooch's whistle broke the silence that had come over the crowd, notifying the players to take their positions on the field. He calmly glanced around the stadium. He immediately spotted Hermione and Ron. Hermione had bewitched Ron's Gryffindor hat, with the lion, to growl whenever a Slytherin was around. Sitting slightly behind Ron and Hermione, was the headmaster. As usual, Dumbledore had come out to see the final match.
"Great." Thought Harry. "My headmaster will be watching me as a beat the crap out of one of his students.
Madam Hooch's whistle sounded again. She had just asked for a clean game, but Harry didn't seem to be listening. Neither did anyone on the field. With one final glare at Malfoy, Harry kicked ground hard and soared into the air. He took one quick lap around the pitch and then focused on following Malfoy. Every time Malfoy got close to reaching the snitch, Harry would slam into him from either side.
"Sod off!" Malfoy yelled to Harry. Harry took a quick dive below him and pulled one of his sneakers off.
"Did you say sod off? Or shoe off?" Harry grinned and chucked the shoe to Fred, who batted it out of the stadium.
"Those were expensive. You're paying for those Potter." Harry grinned again and soared just over Malfoy's head, "accidentally" kicking him in the head. Malfoy keeled over on his broom, nearly falling off.
Madam Hooch wasn't watching as Malfoy pulled himself up onto the broom and pulled out his wand.
"Don't even think about it Malfoy." Harry quickly pulled out his wand from his robes and cried "Expelliarmus!" Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand and into Harry's.
"Give that back…now!" Malfoy squealed.
"Hmm…no!" Harry tucked Malfoy's wand into his robes. If he dropped it to the ground, Malfoy would be certain to fetch it.
"You're dead!" Out of nowhere, Malfoy slammed into Harry's right side. Harry punched Malfoy in the stomach as Malfoy managed to scratch at Harry's face. Now both were struggling to inflict pain on the other, while the fact that they were hovering 50 metres above ground seemed to be forgotten.
"Ouch!" Whined Malfoy.
"You're dead Draco, nobody likes you, and I'm gonna do them a favor. Harry grasped hold of Malfoy's robes.
"Not while I have anything to do with it." Malfoy shoved Harry backwards. Slowly losing his balance, Harry tightened his grip on Draco's robes.
After a second or so of reflecting on what had just happened, and what was about to happen, Harry glanced at the ground. They were high up…and now falling.
Combined as one they hurdled towards the hard ground. Malfoy screaming, and Harry, still grasped onto his robes, madly trying to think of a useful spell.
Without realizing what he was doing, Harry pulled out his wand and summoned his firebolt. It instantly flew towards him. But to get a hold of it, Harry had to let go of Malfoy. Despite hating Malfoy with a passion, he didn't want him to die…at least not like this.
In one fluid motion, Harry straddled his broom, turned around, and bewitch the ground into a big pile of pillows - a spell Hermione had taught him the last time she saved his life.
Seconds later, Malfoy was sitting upright on the ground as Harry somewhat difficulty landed his broom. Harry walked over to Malfoy with the intention of giving him his wand back. The monstrosity of a wand was making him feel sick.
"You saved my life." Malfoy almost looked human as he said this until the evil jerk inside turned on. "I wouldn't have saved you!" Malfoy smirked. All of a sudden he appeared to be his usual self, a sniffling obsequious worm.
Harry's eyes welled with anger. "I only saved you so I could do this." Harry began pummeling Malfoy's body. All of his anger and frustration over Hedwig wash released in the form of punches and kicks. For a brief moment, Harry began to blame Malfoy for the death of his parents, so he hit him harder. It took Dumbledore, Snape, Madam Hooch, and Professor McGonagall 5 minutes to pull the raging beast that Harry had become, off of Malfoy. Even though each of them secretly knew that he deserved what he was getting, even Snape.
After such over excursion, Harry blacked out. he couldn't remember anything, all he felt was that he wanted to hit Malfoy even more.
Harry gathered up his Quidditch gear as quietly as he could considering his dorm mates were still sleeping. Ron was snoring so loudly that Harry could hardly believe how anyone else was still asleep.
Harry cast a sideways glance at the window as he exited the room, in hopes of finding Hedwig perched on the sill. But no bird was pecking a the window. His eyes blurred with tears as he hurried down the steps and into the common room. The thought that he could have left Hedwig in such a vulnerable position to be kidnapped, made him feel worse. It was his fault she was gone, and his duty to get her back.
After awkwardly stumbling out of the portrait of the Fat Lady in the pink dress, Harry glanced down the corridor. If he went his usual route to the dressing room, Colin Creevy was bound to find him. He took a hand to his face and wiped away the tears. His sadness had all of a sudden morphed into anger, the faster he could get on the pitch and beat the truth out of Malfoy, the better. But instead of taking the normal route, harry decided to take a round about route. He was worried that if he encountered Creevy and his camera, he would beat the snot out of him.
10 minutes later, Harry found himself in the dressing room, having successfully avoided publicity. He silently pulled on his scarlet Quidditch robes.
"Oy, Harry, you ready?" Came Alicia Spinnet's voice over an argument between Fred and George Weasley. They were trying to decided who would get to wack a bludger at Malfoy's face. It only took them 5 minutes to realize that they both could.
Harry turned to face his teammates. "Oh ya I'm ready." Harry grinned at the mental image of Malfoy rolling on the pitch in pain- just how Harry had suffered over missing Hedwig.
"Going for your third fastest record Harry?" Fred piped up, having finished his argument with George.
"Nope." Harry grinned again. The teams jaws somewhat dropped.
"Ah, why not? We were looking forward to having another party tonight!" Alicia grabbed her broom.
" I have another goal for this game. Instead of chasing the snitch, I'm gonna chase Malfoy. If they're gonna play dirty, so am I. Any time Malfoy makes a grab for the snitch, I'll block him. We all know he can't fly to save his money purse." The team grunted in approval. Harry's new plan seemed to be extra challenging and almost fun.
"C'mon guys, to the gates." Alicia pointed to the door to the pitch. "Let's go!"
Madam Hooch's whistle broke the silence that had come over the crowd, notifying the players to take their positions on the field. He calmly glanced around the stadium. He immediately spotted Hermione and Ron. Hermione had bewitched Ron's Gryffindor hat, with the lion, to growl whenever a Slytherin was around. Sitting slightly behind Ron and Hermione, was the headmaster. As usual, Dumbledore had come out to see the final match.
"Great." Thought Harry. "My headmaster will be watching me as a beat the crap out of one of his students.
Madam Hooch's whistle sounded again. She had just asked for a clean game, but Harry didn't seem to be listening. Neither did anyone on the field. With one final glare at Malfoy, Harry kicked ground hard and soared into the air. He took one quick lap around the pitch and then focused on following Malfoy. Every time Malfoy got close to reaching the snitch, Harry would slam into him from either side.
"Sod off!" Malfoy yelled to Harry. Harry took a quick dive below him and pulled one of his sneakers off.
"Did you say sod off? Or shoe off?" Harry grinned and chucked the shoe to Fred, who batted it out of the stadium.
"Those were expensive. You're paying for those Potter." Harry grinned again and soared just over Malfoy's head, "accidentally" kicking him in the head. Malfoy keeled over on his broom, nearly falling off.
Madam Hooch wasn't watching as Malfoy pulled himself up onto the broom and pulled out his wand.
"Don't even think about it Malfoy." Harry quickly pulled out his wand from his robes and cried "Expelliarmus!" Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand and into Harry's.
"Give that back…now!" Malfoy squealed.
"Hmm…no!" Harry tucked Malfoy's wand into his robes. If he dropped it to the ground, Malfoy would be certain to fetch it.
"You're dead!" Out of nowhere, Malfoy slammed into Harry's right side. Harry punched Malfoy in the stomach as Malfoy managed to scratch at Harry's face. Now both were struggling to inflict pain on the other, while the fact that they were hovering 50 metres above ground seemed to be forgotten.
"Ouch!" Whined Malfoy.
"You're dead Draco, nobody likes you, and I'm gonna do them a favor. Harry grasped hold of Malfoy's robes.
"Not while I have anything to do with it." Malfoy shoved Harry backwards. Slowly losing his balance, Harry tightened his grip on Draco's robes.
After a second or so of reflecting on what had just happened, and what was about to happen, Harry glanced at the ground. They were high up…and now falling.
Combined as one they hurdled towards the hard ground. Malfoy screaming, and Harry, still grasped onto his robes, madly trying to think of a useful spell.
Without realizing what he was doing, Harry pulled out his wand and summoned his firebolt. It instantly flew towards him. But to get a hold of it, Harry had to let go of Malfoy. Despite hating Malfoy with a passion, he didn't want him to die…at least not like this.
In one fluid motion, Harry straddled his broom, turned around, and bewitch the ground into a big pile of pillows - a spell Hermione had taught him the last time she saved his life.
Seconds later, Malfoy was sitting upright on the ground as Harry somewhat difficulty landed his broom. Harry walked over to Malfoy with the intention of giving him his wand back. The monstrosity of a wand was making him feel sick.
"You saved my life." Malfoy almost looked human as he said this until the evil jerk inside turned on. "I wouldn't have saved you!" Malfoy smirked. All of a sudden he appeared to be his usual self, a sniffling obsequious worm.
Harry's eyes welled with anger. "I only saved you so I could do this." Harry began pummeling Malfoy's body. All of his anger and frustration over Hedwig wash released in the form of punches and kicks. For a brief moment, Harry began to blame Malfoy for the death of his parents, so he hit him harder. It took Dumbledore, Snape, Madam Hooch, and Professor McGonagall 5 minutes to pull the raging beast that Harry had become, off of Malfoy. Even though each of them secretly knew that he deserved what he was getting, even Snape.
After such over excursion, Harry blacked out. he couldn't remember anything, all he felt was that he wanted to hit Malfoy even more.