A/N: lol sorry for all the spelling mistakes in the last chapter, I mean
'flooped'?!? Well anyways, I hope to see some more reviews out of you
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Disclaimer: *sigh* Nope dont own it. I do, however, own a yellow telephone.
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The First Quidditch Match
Draco suddenly awoke to the sounds of his excited teammates racing through the common room. He hadnt realized he'd fallen asleep. He jogged upstairs, showered, got dressed etc. and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He sauntered in, trying to hide the fact that he looked beat from lack of sleep, with his head high and shoulders back. He allowed his narrow eyes to sweep over the Gryffindor trio and snickered as Hermione turned away. He took his seat between Crabbe and Goyle and listened to Flints pep talk while enjoying his pancakes. "This is the first game of the season. Losing to the Gryffindors would be shame beyond belief. We've practiced hard, well some of us, and we deserve to win." He lowered his voice a few notes,"And remember, if all else fails...cheat!" This last bit was followed by loud cheers and a few catcalls to the Gryffindors.
After breakfast the two teams tromped down to the Quidditch Pitch and enetered the dressing rooms. Once dressed in the green silver and black uniforms everyone gathered in the center of the room, placed their hands in the middle and listened for Flints voice. "You guys know what to do. Just get us atleast 30 pts. up then Malfoy, get the snitch. That simple. Slytherin Pride." and the whole team shouted 'SLYTHERIN PRIDE' then broke out of the huddle and entered the field.
Cheers from the Slytherin side and a few from Ravenclaw, surprisingly, met them as they mounted their brooms. Gryffindor came out last to cheers from all sides except the boos from Slytherin. Lee's voice came slicing through the crisp autumn air, loud and clear.
"THE FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON! BOY HAVE WE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS! THE FIRST MATCH IS BETWEEN RIVALS SLYTHERIN AND GRYFFINDOR! GOOD LUCK TO BOTH TEAMS (cough! Gryffindor!) LETS BEGIN!" Mcgonagall was already glaring at him.
Madame Hooch's shrill whistle sounded and the whoosh of 14 brooms filled the two teams ears. Malfoy and Potter soared above the game and watched from afar.
"So Potter, first game of the season...scared?" Draco sneered, still looking down. Suddenly he remembered his task and looked up to see Potters reaction.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're the one who should be scared" he said calmly as Draco dodged an oncoming speeding bludger.
"Look, I'm s-...sorry..." he squeezed out, struggling to force his pride down. Potter almost slid off his broom in surprise. He caught himself just in time and pulled his robes straight, staring suspiciously at Malfoy.
"Sorry for...what, exactly?" he muttered, still completely baffled.
Draco sighed and looked Harry right in the eye. "Nevermind Pothead. Forget I even said anything." he finished and continued watching the game. Harry just sat there, slightly confused.
The score was now 20 Slytherin-35 Gryffindor. Lee was almost hoarse from all the shouting but still wasnt missing a beat.
"Slytherin in possession." Lee was saying,"Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Spinnet, and speeds toward the goal. He's going to...SCORE! The score is now 30-35 Gryffindor in the lead! Johnson has the Quaffle - a sweet pass to Spinnet, back to Johnson- OH INTERCEPTED BY SLYTHERIN CAPTAIN FLINT! He's really flying up there! WOW did you see that?! That was an awesome loop! He passes to Pucey, that was a nice dive around Weasley, a clear field ahead but can he make it past Keeper Wood!?...YES! NO....Another score for Slytherin...40-35 Slytherin ahead...Oh it seems as though captain Flint has called a time-out. The game will resume after this short break.."
Draco flew down and landed softly on the still moist ground.
"Malfoy we need the snitch now. Catch it only if we're ahead okay? Okay! Lets get em guys!" He shouted. They did the Slytherin Pride thing once more and took flight. Potter was already up there, examining a scratch on his firebolt.
"Prepare to get smoked, scarhead." Draco cocked as he looped underneath Potter, showing off his trick skills.
"Whatever Malfoy..." Harry replied lamely.
Five minutes into the game Draco, in his fruitless effort of searchng for the snitch, got bored and glanced up at Potter who's eyes were flitting to every nook of the field. He looked over at the crowd and suddenly he saw it! There it was! A tiny glimmer of gold, glistening by the Slytherin goal posts! Malfoy turned and dove, his arm outstretched when suddenly he heard a gasp from the crowd and a shriek from Potter. He looked back. Potters broom was out of control and he was sliding off the back.
...His fathers voice echoed in his head. "Do something for him... get on his good side..." Reluctantly, he spun around and bolted toward Harry, completely abandoning the Snitch. All of a sudden, Potters broom did a loop and he flipped off the back. Grasping the Firebolt by the tail, he stared wildly about, kicking and thrashing in attempts to get back on.
Malfoy swooped just underneath Potter and yelled,"Potter! Drop! I'll catch you!"
"Hell no! Are you kidding?! You'll let me fall!"
"ARE YOU ON CRACK POTTER?! Drop NOW!" And he did...but only to miss. He plummeted to the ground, his frightened emerald eyes locked on to Draco's silver ones.
Malfoy raced after him. He felt his hand grasp one of Harry's flailing wrists, getting it tangled in his sleeve. Potter looked up and met Draco's eyes. He mouthed a silent 'Thank You' before being set down on the field.
Draco whispered," Dont expect me to save your ass everytime you do something stupid, Potter." He said, habitually, then soon after regretted it. He took flight again and watched as half of Gryffindor flocked to him to see if Harry was alright. He felt a pang of jealousy but shook it off as Flint caught up with him.
"MALFOY!" he shouted.
He grabbed for Dracos arm but missed as Draco pulled it away, gave him a death stare that plainly stated 'Dont ask or you'll wish you hadnt' and headed for the dressing room to cool down, knowing the game would be postponed...
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A/N: wow...my first Quidditch scene! whee! Tell me what you think! peace. By the way, does anyone have Yahoo msngr? if so review and tell me your screen name there! peace (again)
SHAZAM
Disclaimer: *sigh* Nope dont own it. I do, however, own a yellow telephone.
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The First Quidditch Match
Draco suddenly awoke to the sounds of his excited teammates racing through the common room. He hadnt realized he'd fallen asleep. He jogged upstairs, showered, got dressed etc. and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He sauntered in, trying to hide the fact that he looked beat from lack of sleep, with his head high and shoulders back. He allowed his narrow eyes to sweep over the Gryffindor trio and snickered as Hermione turned away. He took his seat between Crabbe and Goyle and listened to Flints pep talk while enjoying his pancakes. "This is the first game of the season. Losing to the Gryffindors would be shame beyond belief. We've practiced hard, well some of us, and we deserve to win." He lowered his voice a few notes,"And remember, if all else fails...cheat!" This last bit was followed by loud cheers and a few catcalls to the Gryffindors.
After breakfast the two teams tromped down to the Quidditch Pitch and enetered the dressing rooms. Once dressed in the green silver and black uniforms everyone gathered in the center of the room, placed their hands in the middle and listened for Flints voice. "You guys know what to do. Just get us atleast 30 pts. up then Malfoy, get the snitch. That simple. Slytherin Pride." and the whole team shouted 'SLYTHERIN PRIDE' then broke out of the huddle and entered the field.
Cheers from the Slytherin side and a few from Ravenclaw, surprisingly, met them as they mounted their brooms. Gryffindor came out last to cheers from all sides except the boos from Slytherin. Lee's voice came slicing through the crisp autumn air, loud and clear.
"THE FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON! BOY HAVE WE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS! THE FIRST MATCH IS BETWEEN RIVALS SLYTHERIN AND GRYFFINDOR! GOOD LUCK TO BOTH TEAMS (cough! Gryffindor!) LETS BEGIN!" Mcgonagall was already glaring at him.
Madame Hooch's shrill whistle sounded and the whoosh of 14 brooms filled the two teams ears. Malfoy and Potter soared above the game and watched from afar.
"So Potter, first game of the season...scared?" Draco sneered, still looking down. Suddenly he remembered his task and looked up to see Potters reaction.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're the one who should be scared" he said calmly as Draco dodged an oncoming speeding bludger.
"Look, I'm s-...sorry..." he squeezed out, struggling to force his pride down. Potter almost slid off his broom in surprise. He caught himself just in time and pulled his robes straight, staring suspiciously at Malfoy.
"Sorry for...what, exactly?" he muttered, still completely baffled.
Draco sighed and looked Harry right in the eye. "Nevermind Pothead. Forget I even said anything." he finished and continued watching the game. Harry just sat there, slightly confused.
The score was now 20 Slytherin-35 Gryffindor. Lee was almost hoarse from all the shouting but still wasnt missing a beat.
"Slytherin in possession." Lee was saying,"Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Spinnet, and speeds toward the goal. He's going to...SCORE! The score is now 30-35 Gryffindor in the lead! Johnson has the Quaffle - a sweet pass to Spinnet, back to Johnson- OH INTERCEPTED BY SLYTHERIN CAPTAIN FLINT! He's really flying up there! WOW did you see that?! That was an awesome loop! He passes to Pucey, that was a nice dive around Weasley, a clear field ahead but can he make it past Keeper Wood!?...YES! NO....Another score for Slytherin...40-35 Slytherin ahead...Oh it seems as though captain Flint has called a time-out. The game will resume after this short break.."
Draco flew down and landed softly on the still moist ground.
"Malfoy we need the snitch now. Catch it only if we're ahead okay? Okay! Lets get em guys!" He shouted. They did the Slytherin Pride thing once more and took flight. Potter was already up there, examining a scratch on his firebolt.
"Prepare to get smoked, scarhead." Draco cocked as he looped underneath Potter, showing off his trick skills.
"Whatever Malfoy..." Harry replied lamely.
Five minutes into the game Draco, in his fruitless effort of searchng for the snitch, got bored and glanced up at Potter who's eyes were flitting to every nook of the field. He looked over at the crowd and suddenly he saw it! There it was! A tiny glimmer of gold, glistening by the Slytherin goal posts! Malfoy turned and dove, his arm outstretched when suddenly he heard a gasp from the crowd and a shriek from Potter. He looked back. Potters broom was out of control and he was sliding off the back.
...His fathers voice echoed in his head. "Do something for him... get on his good side..." Reluctantly, he spun around and bolted toward Harry, completely abandoning the Snitch. All of a sudden, Potters broom did a loop and he flipped off the back. Grasping the Firebolt by the tail, he stared wildly about, kicking and thrashing in attempts to get back on.
Malfoy swooped just underneath Potter and yelled,"Potter! Drop! I'll catch you!"
"Hell no! Are you kidding?! You'll let me fall!"
"ARE YOU ON CRACK POTTER?! Drop NOW!" And he did...but only to miss. He plummeted to the ground, his frightened emerald eyes locked on to Draco's silver ones.
Malfoy raced after him. He felt his hand grasp one of Harry's flailing wrists, getting it tangled in his sleeve. Potter looked up and met Draco's eyes. He mouthed a silent 'Thank You' before being set down on the field.
Draco whispered," Dont expect me to save your ass everytime you do something stupid, Potter." He said, habitually, then soon after regretted it. He took flight again and watched as half of Gryffindor flocked to him to see if Harry was alright. He felt a pang of jealousy but shook it off as Flint caught up with him.
"MALFOY!" he shouted.
He grabbed for Dracos arm but missed as Draco pulled it away, gave him a death stare that plainly stated 'Dont ask or you'll wish you hadnt' and headed for the dressing room to cool down, knowing the game would be postponed...
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A/N: wow...my first Quidditch scene! whee! Tell me what you think! peace. By the way, does anyone have Yahoo msngr? if so review and tell me your screen name there! peace (again)
SHAZAM