Chapter four: Cho's deceit
A thick smoke surged through Hagrid's hut; he'd been baking his infamous rock cakes again. Harry had been forced to get one, but fed it to Fang when Hagrid wasn't looking. Only he wouldn't eat it either. Hagrid sat in his usual comfy armchair. Except it didn't look very comfy from where Harry was sitting. Fang bounded over and sank his head into Harry's lap and drooled contentedly. Ron was trying to squat an enormous fly that was buzzing around his head.
It was raining outside and the grass was sodden, Harry hoped the weather would clear for the Quidditch match on Thursday; it was only Saturday so he still had time to practice.
Hagrid didn't really have much to say except that he'd received a letter from Ron's brother Charlie. It was about baby Norbert, and he was definitely no baby now.
"Look at the size of him" gaped Ron staring at the picture in Hagrid's hands
"Takes after his daddy" beamed Hagrid with a tear in his eye.
Hermione had her nose stuck in yet another book. She peered up to find Harry staring blankly out of the window. He was watching the raindrops stream down the window pain, but his mind was elsewhere. He had been thinking about how Malfoy made him sick when he crept around Cho. He could picture Malfoy's smug face grinning at him. His thoughts drifted to the Quidditch match, he knew he had to win to put Gryffindor straight into the lead by trashing Ravenclaw. But that meant beating Cho.
Hermione got up from her seat and began to wave her arm in front of Harry's face. There was no reaction. So she slapped him around the back of his head.
"Hmmm...." mumbled Harry looking up at her.
"Are you are right" she asked rather concerned.
"Yeh, yer've been right miserable today" added Hagrid.
"Just leave me alone all right" snapped Harry bolting upright and stomping out of the hut. He wasn't sure what had made him do it, after all his problems had nothing to do with his friends. He heard Hermione and Ron leave the hut, and run straight past him not seeing his leafy hideout. He leant back against the tree and sighed. Beating Ravenclaw also meant beating Cho, he knew he could and had done in the past. The question was did he want to beat Cho?
*
Harry woke, he must have dozed off, as he was still in his leafy hideout, or a bush to you and me. Slowly he rose, above his head the velvet black off the sky was scattered with a dazzling array of stars.
Ròse sat near the lake, a notebook in hand, quietly smiling to herself. Another figure, a tall, platinum blonde was silently creeping towards the stone on which she sat. Suddenly the figure pounced pushing Ròse screaming into the water.
"That's what you get for messing with a Malfoy, ickle bitty orphan Annie" Draco sneered. Ròse pulled herself from the freezing water to face Draco.
"And this is what you get for messing with a Talia" she said, raising her fist she pounded Malfoy's face. There was a sickening crack and blood rushed forth from his nose.
"You bitch you broke my nose" Malfoy gasped, "You'll pay for this Talia. Mark my words."
"I sure will Malfoy, once you pay for a new pair off robes", she said storming off into the dark.
Harry crawled out from the bush. He picked up a large stone and threw it into the water. He distracted Malfoy for a brief second and slipped away unnoticed. Harry reached the circular dormitory and slowly opened the door. Harry crept over to his bed a slid under the covers; his head had only just reached the pillow when he fell into a deep undisturbed sleep.
The quaffle was launched upwards and the bludgers were released from their security straps, they sped along at an immense pace, only to be met by an anxious pair: Fred and George Weasley. It was a practice lesson for the Gryffindors.
"Well done Tobias! Not bad for first practice" shouted Angelina Johnson, who was now Gryffindor captain. Tobias Edwinson a sixth year was the new keeper. He was tall, medium build and had brown spiky hair. Harry shot downwards. Trying to pass time he weaved in and out of the players. Harry leaned forward on his broom, increasing speed. He turned sharply to his left causing his broom to waver. He rushed forward again and now thought he had left part of his brain behind due to the sudden rush of blood to his head. It felt good to be in the air again, the breeze ruffling his already messy black hair. Harry landed, feeling better for his flight. He turned and looked towards the stands. The familiar faces of Ron and Hermione where not there. They had never missed a single match or practice, at least one of them had always been there smiling and watching him play.
*
Draco entered the room, Ginny was sat up smiling at him, she was now becoming friendlier. The spark that had fizzled out when she was captured was returning. If Lucius keeps taking me out of school, I'll have plenty of time to devise a plan! Nothings gonna stop me now.
"Shouldn't you be at school?" Ginny inquired thoughtfully. Draco sat down beside her on the cold marble floor, and looked at her through glassy eyes.
"Well...errr...it's a bit complicated ...". Ginny waited patiently for Draco to continue.
"Look...Malfoy...what...I mean...Why are you doing this?". That was all he could take the whole story came tumbling out. He'd never told anyone and never thought he would. It all started like this. Lucius came home from work. "Narcissa" he called to his wife. She was upstairs tucking the children into bed. Lucius had come home to find the table empty and his dinner was not done. This is not what he expected, his wife should have made him something that was what she was required to do. He was already in a bad mood. "Narcissa" he called much louder causing the sound to echo around the room. His wife came running down the stairs at his command. "Get me some food" he demanded, sinking into the armchair. Narcissa ran into the kitchen to do his bidding. When Narcissa came back she slipped on a toy which Draco had left on the floor. The food tumbled to the ground covering the cream carpet.
"You clumsy Women, look what you've done" Lucius growled jumping up out of the chair. Narcissa jumped back in fright.
"I'm sorry it was an acc-" before Narcissa could finish, Lucius slapped her hard across the face knocking her to the ground. The children began to cry.
"SHUT UP" screamed Lucius in a rage. Narcissa ran to the kitchen and grabbed her broom. With a sob she flew out of the open window.
Lucius was now upstairs and heading for Lola, Draco stepped in front of her, determined not to let him hurt Lola ever again
"No I won't let you" Draco quailed.
"Stand aside boy".
Draco didn't move. Lucius threw him aside as if he were no more than a feather. Draco banged his head against the table, it left a nasty cut above his left eyebrow. He moved into the corner as his little sister sobbed her heart out, backing out of the room.
"I love you daddy" she cried. Lucius said the words- "Crucio". Lola fell down the stairs, her head smashing on the steps as she descended. Draco scrambled to his feet. And there she was bent a twisted at the bottom. Her leg jutted out at an odd angle. A pool of began to spread around her head, her grey eyes still open, staring, just staring................
"Draco......I never knew.........I'm so sorry", Ginny stammered, unsure of what to say.
"Don't be sorry, after all it's not your fault and besides it all happened ages ago. What did you just call me?" Draco asked puzzled.
"Draco", Ginny repeated clearly.
"Oh, we're on first name terms now are we?" Draco smiled amused.
"Just because you're in the process of saving my life, And I am eternally in your debt does not mean you can mock me" Ginny pouted.
"Eternally in my debt. Hmmmmm, useful" Draco pondered.
"Enough already!" Yelled Ginny. The door opened and in walked Lucius, Draco got to his feet.
"Well" Lucius said staring at Ginny then his gaze returned back to Draco. "What did you get out of her this time?"
Ginny looked panic stricken.
"Nothing"-.
"Nothing. This girl is a waste of my time. I think we're going to have to make her remember" Lucius retrieved his wand from the pocket in his robes.
"I mean noting yet, there's still time" blurted Draco quickly.
"But not enough of it. Leave her Draco there are other matters to attend to".
*
Harry's stomach did a somersault for what seemed like the 100th time that morning. It was the morning of the Gryffindors match against the Ravenclaws. Harry had finally decided he would not let Cho win, though he still had his doubts. With Harry's mind in turmoil, he didn't notice Ron and Hermione pull up a seat at either side of him.
"Hello Harry" Hermione said icily. "Ron would you pass the jam please" Hermione asked snootily knowing full well the jam was closer to Harry.
"Sorry Hermione there's none left" replied Ron peering into the jar.
"Here have mine" offered Harry trying to keep the peace.
"Here have mine" mimed Ron sarcastically, "You pasty faced pillock".
Harry was running out of patience, Ron could be so stubborn sometimes.
"Look I'm sorry alright. I've been an ignorant, inconsiderate, selfish git. Is that what you wanted to hear" blurted Harry.
Ron elbowed Hermione.
"Told you he'd come around eventually".
Harry made his way across the Quidditch pitch. Mud squelched under his feet splattering the bottom of his robes. He still had thirty minutes to go so he wandered around the pitch aimlessly. Harry looked like a love sick puppy, until Cho bounded over to him and threw her arms around his neck.
"Good luck and may the best seeker win. I hope I win I think I'll cry if I don't" Harry had been dreading this Cho? Quidditch? Cho? Quidditch?
Cho smiled sweetly and walked away.
"So?" demanded a blonde haired girl.
"He fell for it. His face was a picture when I said I'd cry if I lost" grinned Cho slyly out of earshot of Harry.
"Cho Chang wins against Harry Potter, I can see it now" The blonde floozy giggled in her American accent.
"How could he resist my feminine charm" Cho turned and waved at Harry who was completely oblivious to the conversation.
Ròse and Aleta had been hiding around the corner listening to Cho.
"The stupid cow" scowled Ròse striding forwards, ready to punch Cho in the nose. And she would have if Aleta hadn't grabbed her wrist.
"Simmer let her stew" Smiled Aleta finding a place in the stand.
"No! She deserves it".
"Ròse just sit down. It's much more fun this way, watch", Aleta shot a sly smile in Cho's direction. Cho looked back nervously.
The stands began to fill, luckily it wasn't raining but the pitch was a little soggy from last nights downpour.
Ròse caught sight of Harry and beckoned him over.
"What is it m'ladies?" Harry joked.
"Less of the charm" laughed Aleta.
"Ah so it worked".
"Shut up! We got something important to tell you", Ròse began on a serious note which was very unlike her. "Ignore the eye candy, by that I mean Cho not us".
"What?" said Harry confused.
"She means, Cho is trying to fix the match and you better win it or Ròse will kill you with her a...
"I don't know what your talking about Cho would never do anything like that. She loves me" Harry protested.
"Trust us we know".
"Your talking crap. I don't have to listen to this" Harry strode away from them.
Ròse shook her head, craning her neck she glanced onto the pitch.
"Oh my god. Aleta look. It's the Gryffindor mascot Leo the lion.
Isn't he cute?"
"Wow! I'm ecstatic" drawled Aleta. Before she knew it Ròse was leaving her seat and heading straight for the poor guy who was cooped up in that stupid suit.
Here we go again though Aleta, hurrying after Ròse. Ròse stopped suddenly, and glanced a few yards back. A group of six Ravenclaws were cheerleading. Ròse's eyes flashed with anger. Aleta knew all to well that Ròse hated cheerleaders. At their old school Ròse had once broke a cheerleaders arm, as she lunged at her for name calling. Aleta flew infront of her.
"Don't!" She said.
"R...A...V...E...N...C...L...A...W...WE SAY GO RAVENCLAW!!!!!" Chanted the girls.
"SHUT UP!!" screamed Ròse.
"No" said one of the girls defiantly.
"We can do that as well you talent less gits" snapped Aleta.
"Oh yeah prove it". A roar from the crowd signalled that the match was about to begin.
Harry mounted his broom.
"On my whistle" said Madam Hooch. "3...2...1" The whistle sounded. Harry pushed himself high into the air. The wind brushed against his face, he flew around the pitch with a frightening speed.
Lee Jordan sat in the commentators box. "And they're off.........It's Katie Bell with the Quaffle heading for goal...Amanda Knight coming up behind her.........Watch out Katie...And a perfect save by Davies". Harry looked down he was at a sickening height but it didn't seem to faze him. He could see Ròse and Aleta below, what on earth they where doing Harry could only guess.
Cho sped past him, but the snitch was nowhere to be seen.
"LOOK OUT!!" shouted Fred as Harry swerved to avoid a nasty encounter with a Bludger.
"Harry Potter almost dislodged from his broom.........And look at him go" observed Lee as Harry accelerated. "Gryffindor in the lead with twenty points to zero".
On the ground things were very different.
"My grandma can cheerlead better than that!" said Aleta in a disgusted tone.
The Ravenclaw girls took no notice and persisted on jiggling their pom-poms.
Ròse and Aleta began a very interesting cheerleading routine (A/N the following song is to b sung in the tune of Kylie Minogues Santa baby).
"Jingle...jingle...make your broomy jingle like this" Aleta and Ròse sang, they then put both arms out and began to shake parts of their anatomy that only men could appreciate.
The match was gaining pace. Harry circled above the main game and was looking down on the match.
"Angelina in possession...passes to Alicia...and ...YES!!!! GOAL!!!!"
Just then Harry caught sight of a glimmer of gold. Harry looked over at Cho who had gone into a dive. Without stopping to think about the consequences of his actions, Harry sped after her, his superior broom outstripping hers by miles.
But it was too late the snitch was gone, and Cho had already pulled out of the dive causing Harry to skim the ground.
Harry flew upwards the suns glare was almost overwhelming. Harry blinked. Out of nowhere a streak of black was flying towards him, he ducked just in time. The Bludger passed over his head and slammed hard into Cho's leg.
"Are you alright?" panicked Harry concerned for her safety. One hit with a Bludger could dislodge someone the size of Hagrid, if of course the broom didn't give way first.
"Fine, just a little sore" replied Cho, "LOOK AT THAT!"
"What?" said Harry spinning around to look in the direction Cho was pointing.
As he turned Cho shot off in the other direction. Huhhh?
Back in the stand Hermione and Ron were waving furiously at Harry. Colin Creevey had become bored and was now over exploring his nose a little to vigorously.
"If he carries on like that I'm gonna chuck" moaned Ròse clutching her stomach.
"Perhaps if he got fed at home............WHAT THE HELL IS TOBIAS DOIN NOW?!!!!!" screamed Aleta. Tobias hovered in front of the hoop as Henry Kennion launches the Quaffle towards him. Miss judging the angle Tobias dived the wrong way and Ravenclaw scored for his troubles.
"An unlucky day for Gryffindor. Ravenclaw in the lead with sixty points to thirty." Announced Lee.
Alicia Spinnett was slowed down by Amanda who was holding the back of her broom. Angelina swerved of course freeing herself from Amanda's grasp.
The match continued and daylight faded slowly, the snitch had been seen several times now but Harry had not yet made a full attempt to catch it. His mind was toying with him again. Cho? Quidditch? Cho? Quidditch? Cho!!!! He had made his final decision or so he thought.
Cho and Harry, head to head, side by side, with the snitch in sight.
The stands went quiet. Both teams slowed to a standstill. It was the snitch or nothing. Not a breath could be heard. Harry kept his distance, feeling physically sick he wavered slightly. Cho winked at her team and thrust her elbow painfully into Harry's ribs.
Cho?! The stadium was quiet except for Ròse and Aleta who had bolted out of their seats and were now screaming at Cho.
That was it fuck Cho! Quidditch! Now Harry had made up his mind. Harry slammed his Firebolt into Cho's Cleensweep seven. Cho spun round and headed in the other direction, Harry still tailing her. Harry was just inches from the snitch, a hands grasp away. Cho flew in front of him. The crowd gasped.
She thought she was better than him did she? Well he was going to show her. Harry spiralled downwards. It was there. Beating it's tiny golden wings. Cho watched Harry carefully. Harry moved away from the snitch hoping she would follow him. And she did just that, Harry twisted around sharply.
"You stupid cow" said Harry as his hand closed on the snitch.
The crowd was silent, then a cheer erupted from the Gryffindors, who had been enthralled throughout the entire match. Students flocked onto the pitch to greet a very smug Harry Potter.
"And the match is over Gryffindor with a 180 points to 70, one of the closest matches seen at this school for a long time." Said Lee signing off the microphone, to join in with the rest of Gryffindor celebrations.
A thick smoke surged through Hagrid's hut; he'd been baking his infamous rock cakes again. Harry had been forced to get one, but fed it to Fang when Hagrid wasn't looking. Only he wouldn't eat it either. Hagrid sat in his usual comfy armchair. Except it didn't look very comfy from where Harry was sitting. Fang bounded over and sank his head into Harry's lap and drooled contentedly. Ron was trying to squat an enormous fly that was buzzing around his head.
It was raining outside and the grass was sodden, Harry hoped the weather would clear for the Quidditch match on Thursday; it was only Saturday so he still had time to practice.
Hagrid didn't really have much to say except that he'd received a letter from Ron's brother Charlie. It was about baby Norbert, and he was definitely no baby now.
"Look at the size of him" gaped Ron staring at the picture in Hagrid's hands
"Takes after his daddy" beamed Hagrid with a tear in his eye.
Hermione had her nose stuck in yet another book. She peered up to find Harry staring blankly out of the window. He was watching the raindrops stream down the window pain, but his mind was elsewhere. He had been thinking about how Malfoy made him sick when he crept around Cho. He could picture Malfoy's smug face grinning at him. His thoughts drifted to the Quidditch match, he knew he had to win to put Gryffindor straight into the lead by trashing Ravenclaw. But that meant beating Cho.
Hermione got up from her seat and began to wave her arm in front of Harry's face. There was no reaction. So she slapped him around the back of his head.
"Hmmm...." mumbled Harry looking up at her.
"Are you are right" she asked rather concerned.
"Yeh, yer've been right miserable today" added Hagrid.
"Just leave me alone all right" snapped Harry bolting upright and stomping out of the hut. He wasn't sure what had made him do it, after all his problems had nothing to do with his friends. He heard Hermione and Ron leave the hut, and run straight past him not seeing his leafy hideout. He leant back against the tree and sighed. Beating Ravenclaw also meant beating Cho, he knew he could and had done in the past. The question was did he want to beat Cho?
*
Harry woke, he must have dozed off, as he was still in his leafy hideout, or a bush to you and me. Slowly he rose, above his head the velvet black off the sky was scattered with a dazzling array of stars.
Ròse sat near the lake, a notebook in hand, quietly smiling to herself. Another figure, a tall, platinum blonde was silently creeping towards the stone on which she sat. Suddenly the figure pounced pushing Ròse screaming into the water.
"That's what you get for messing with a Malfoy, ickle bitty orphan Annie" Draco sneered. Ròse pulled herself from the freezing water to face Draco.
"And this is what you get for messing with a Talia" she said, raising her fist she pounded Malfoy's face. There was a sickening crack and blood rushed forth from his nose.
"You bitch you broke my nose" Malfoy gasped, "You'll pay for this Talia. Mark my words."
"I sure will Malfoy, once you pay for a new pair off robes", she said storming off into the dark.
Harry crawled out from the bush. He picked up a large stone and threw it into the water. He distracted Malfoy for a brief second and slipped away unnoticed. Harry reached the circular dormitory and slowly opened the door. Harry crept over to his bed a slid under the covers; his head had only just reached the pillow when he fell into a deep undisturbed sleep.
The quaffle was launched upwards and the bludgers were released from their security straps, they sped along at an immense pace, only to be met by an anxious pair: Fred and George Weasley. It was a practice lesson for the Gryffindors.
"Well done Tobias! Not bad for first practice" shouted Angelina Johnson, who was now Gryffindor captain. Tobias Edwinson a sixth year was the new keeper. He was tall, medium build and had brown spiky hair. Harry shot downwards. Trying to pass time he weaved in and out of the players. Harry leaned forward on his broom, increasing speed. He turned sharply to his left causing his broom to waver. He rushed forward again and now thought he had left part of his brain behind due to the sudden rush of blood to his head. It felt good to be in the air again, the breeze ruffling his already messy black hair. Harry landed, feeling better for his flight. He turned and looked towards the stands. The familiar faces of Ron and Hermione where not there. They had never missed a single match or practice, at least one of them had always been there smiling and watching him play.
*
Draco entered the room, Ginny was sat up smiling at him, she was now becoming friendlier. The spark that had fizzled out when she was captured was returning. If Lucius keeps taking me out of school, I'll have plenty of time to devise a plan! Nothings gonna stop me now.
"Shouldn't you be at school?" Ginny inquired thoughtfully. Draco sat down beside her on the cold marble floor, and looked at her through glassy eyes.
"Well...errr...it's a bit complicated ...". Ginny waited patiently for Draco to continue.
"Look...Malfoy...what...I mean...Why are you doing this?". That was all he could take the whole story came tumbling out. He'd never told anyone and never thought he would. It all started like this. Lucius came home from work. "Narcissa" he called to his wife. She was upstairs tucking the children into bed. Lucius had come home to find the table empty and his dinner was not done. This is not what he expected, his wife should have made him something that was what she was required to do. He was already in a bad mood. "Narcissa" he called much louder causing the sound to echo around the room. His wife came running down the stairs at his command. "Get me some food" he demanded, sinking into the armchair. Narcissa ran into the kitchen to do his bidding. When Narcissa came back she slipped on a toy which Draco had left on the floor. The food tumbled to the ground covering the cream carpet.
"You clumsy Women, look what you've done" Lucius growled jumping up out of the chair. Narcissa jumped back in fright.
"I'm sorry it was an acc-" before Narcissa could finish, Lucius slapped her hard across the face knocking her to the ground. The children began to cry.
"SHUT UP" screamed Lucius in a rage. Narcissa ran to the kitchen and grabbed her broom. With a sob she flew out of the open window.
Lucius was now upstairs and heading for Lola, Draco stepped in front of her, determined not to let him hurt Lola ever again
"No I won't let you" Draco quailed.
"Stand aside boy".
Draco didn't move. Lucius threw him aside as if he were no more than a feather. Draco banged his head against the table, it left a nasty cut above his left eyebrow. He moved into the corner as his little sister sobbed her heart out, backing out of the room.
"I love you daddy" she cried. Lucius said the words- "Crucio". Lola fell down the stairs, her head smashing on the steps as she descended. Draco scrambled to his feet. And there she was bent a twisted at the bottom. Her leg jutted out at an odd angle. A pool of began to spread around her head, her grey eyes still open, staring, just staring................
"Draco......I never knew.........I'm so sorry", Ginny stammered, unsure of what to say.
"Don't be sorry, after all it's not your fault and besides it all happened ages ago. What did you just call me?" Draco asked puzzled.
"Draco", Ginny repeated clearly.
"Oh, we're on first name terms now are we?" Draco smiled amused.
"Just because you're in the process of saving my life, And I am eternally in your debt does not mean you can mock me" Ginny pouted.
"Eternally in my debt. Hmmmmm, useful" Draco pondered.
"Enough already!" Yelled Ginny. The door opened and in walked Lucius, Draco got to his feet.
"Well" Lucius said staring at Ginny then his gaze returned back to Draco. "What did you get out of her this time?"
Ginny looked panic stricken.
"Nothing"-.
"Nothing. This girl is a waste of my time. I think we're going to have to make her remember" Lucius retrieved his wand from the pocket in his robes.
"I mean noting yet, there's still time" blurted Draco quickly.
"But not enough of it. Leave her Draco there are other matters to attend to".
*
Harry's stomach did a somersault for what seemed like the 100th time that morning. It was the morning of the Gryffindors match against the Ravenclaws. Harry had finally decided he would not let Cho win, though he still had his doubts. With Harry's mind in turmoil, he didn't notice Ron and Hermione pull up a seat at either side of him.
"Hello Harry" Hermione said icily. "Ron would you pass the jam please" Hermione asked snootily knowing full well the jam was closer to Harry.
"Sorry Hermione there's none left" replied Ron peering into the jar.
"Here have mine" offered Harry trying to keep the peace.
"Here have mine" mimed Ron sarcastically, "You pasty faced pillock".
Harry was running out of patience, Ron could be so stubborn sometimes.
"Look I'm sorry alright. I've been an ignorant, inconsiderate, selfish git. Is that what you wanted to hear" blurted Harry.
Ron elbowed Hermione.
"Told you he'd come around eventually".
Harry made his way across the Quidditch pitch. Mud squelched under his feet splattering the bottom of his robes. He still had thirty minutes to go so he wandered around the pitch aimlessly. Harry looked like a love sick puppy, until Cho bounded over to him and threw her arms around his neck.
"Good luck and may the best seeker win. I hope I win I think I'll cry if I don't" Harry had been dreading this Cho? Quidditch? Cho? Quidditch?
Cho smiled sweetly and walked away.
"So?" demanded a blonde haired girl.
"He fell for it. His face was a picture when I said I'd cry if I lost" grinned Cho slyly out of earshot of Harry.
"Cho Chang wins against Harry Potter, I can see it now" The blonde floozy giggled in her American accent.
"How could he resist my feminine charm" Cho turned and waved at Harry who was completely oblivious to the conversation.
Ròse and Aleta had been hiding around the corner listening to Cho.
"The stupid cow" scowled Ròse striding forwards, ready to punch Cho in the nose. And she would have if Aleta hadn't grabbed her wrist.
"Simmer let her stew" Smiled Aleta finding a place in the stand.
"No! She deserves it".
"Ròse just sit down. It's much more fun this way, watch", Aleta shot a sly smile in Cho's direction. Cho looked back nervously.
The stands began to fill, luckily it wasn't raining but the pitch was a little soggy from last nights downpour.
Ròse caught sight of Harry and beckoned him over.
"What is it m'ladies?" Harry joked.
"Less of the charm" laughed Aleta.
"Ah so it worked".
"Shut up! We got something important to tell you", Ròse began on a serious note which was very unlike her. "Ignore the eye candy, by that I mean Cho not us".
"What?" said Harry confused.
"She means, Cho is trying to fix the match and you better win it or Ròse will kill you with her a...
"I don't know what your talking about Cho would never do anything like that. She loves me" Harry protested.
"Trust us we know".
"Your talking crap. I don't have to listen to this" Harry strode away from them.
Ròse shook her head, craning her neck she glanced onto the pitch.
"Oh my god. Aleta look. It's the Gryffindor mascot Leo the lion.
Isn't he cute?"
"Wow! I'm ecstatic" drawled Aleta. Before she knew it Ròse was leaving her seat and heading straight for the poor guy who was cooped up in that stupid suit.
Here we go again though Aleta, hurrying after Ròse. Ròse stopped suddenly, and glanced a few yards back. A group of six Ravenclaws were cheerleading. Ròse's eyes flashed with anger. Aleta knew all to well that Ròse hated cheerleaders. At their old school Ròse had once broke a cheerleaders arm, as she lunged at her for name calling. Aleta flew infront of her.
"Don't!" She said.
"R...A...V...E...N...C...L...A...W...WE SAY GO RAVENCLAW!!!!!" Chanted the girls.
"SHUT UP!!" screamed Ròse.
"No" said one of the girls defiantly.
"We can do that as well you talent less gits" snapped Aleta.
"Oh yeah prove it". A roar from the crowd signalled that the match was about to begin.
Harry mounted his broom.
"On my whistle" said Madam Hooch. "3...2...1" The whistle sounded. Harry pushed himself high into the air. The wind brushed against his face, he flew around the pitch with a frightening speed.
Lee Jordan sat in the commentators box. "And they're off.........It's Katie Bell with the Quaffle heading for goal...Amanda Knight coming up behind her.........Watch out Katie...And a perfect save by Davies". Harry looked down he was at a sickening height but it didn't seem to faze him. He could see Ròse and Aleta below, what on earth they where doing Harry could only guess.
Cho sped past him, but the snitch was nowhere to be seen.
"LOOK OUT!!" shouted Fred as Harry swerved to avoid a nasty encounter with a Bludger.
"Harry Potter almost dislodged from his broom.........And look at him go" observed Lee as Harry accelerated. "Gryffindor in the lead with twenty points to zero".
On the ground things were very different.
"My grandma can cheerlead better than that!" said Aleta in a disgusted tone.
The Ravenclaw girls took no notice and persisted on jiggling their pom-poms.
Ròse and Aleta began a very interesting cheerleading routine (A/N the following song is to b sung in the tune of Kylie Minogues Santa baby).
"Jingle...jingle...make your broomy jingle like this" Aleta and Ròse sang, they then put both arms out and began to shake parts of their anatomy that only men could appreciate.
The match was gaining pace. Harry circled above the main game and was looking down on the match.
"Angelina in possession...passes to Alicia...and ...YES!!!! GOAL!!!!"
Just then Harry caught sight of a glimmer of gold. Harry looked over at Cho who had gone into a dive. Without stopping to think about the consequences of his actions, Harry sped after her, his superior broom outstripping hers by miles.
But it was too late the snitch was gone, and Cho had already pulled out of the dive causing Harry to skim the ground.
Harry flew upwards the suns glare was almost overwhelming. Harry blinked. Out of nowhere a streak of black was flying towards him, he ducked just in time. The Bludger passed over his head and slammed hard into Cho's leg.
"Are you alright?" panicked Harry concerned for her safety. One hit with a Bludger could dislodge someone the size of Hagrid, if of course the broom didn't give way first.
"Fine, just a little sore" replied Cho, "LOOK AT THAT!"
"What?" said Harry spinning around to look in the direction Cho was pointing.
As he turned Cho shot off in the other direction. Huhhh?
Back in the stand Hermione and Ron were waving furiously at Harry. Colin Creevey had become bored and was now over exploring his nose a little to vigorously.
"If he carries on like that I'm gonna chuck" moaned Ròse clutching her stomach.
"Perhaps if he got fed at home............WHAT THE HELL IS TOBIAS DOIN NOW?!!!!!" screamed Aleta. Tobias hovered in front of the hoop as Henry Kennion launches the Quaffle towards him. Miss judging the angle Tobias dived the wrong way and Ravenclaw scored for his troubles.
"An unlucky day for Gryffindor. Ravenclaw in the lead with sixty points to thirty." Announced Lee.
Alicia Spinnett was slowed down by Amanda who was holding the back of her broom. Angelina swerved of course freeing herself from Amanda's grasp.
The match continued and daylight faded slowly, the snitch had been seen several times now but Harry had not yet made a full attempt to catch it. His mind was toying with him again. Cho? Quidditch? Cho? Quidditch? Cho!!!! He had made his final decision or so he thought.
Cho and Harry, head to head, side by side, with the snitch in sight.
The stands went quiet. Both teams slowed to a standstill. It was the snitch or nothing. Not a breath could be heard. Harry kept his distance, feeling physically sick he wavered slightly. Cho winked at her team and thrust her elbow painfully into Harry's ribs.
Cho?! The stadium was quiet except for Ròse and Aleta who had bolted out of their seats and were now screaming at Cho.
That was it fuck Cho! Quidditch! Now Harry had made up his mind. Harry slammed his Firebolt into Cho's Cleensweep seven. Cho spun round and headed in the other direction, Harry still tailing her. Harry was just inches from the snitch, a hands grasp away. Cho flew in front of him. The crowd gasped.
She thought she was better than him did she? Well he was going to show her. Harry spiralled downwards. It was there. Beating it's tiny golden wings. Cho watched Harry carefully. Harry moved away from the snitch hoping she would follow him. And she did just that, Harry twisted around sharply.
"You stupid cow" said Harry as his hand closed on the snitch.
The crowd was silent, then a cheer erupted from the Gryffindors, who had been enthralled throughout the entire match. Students flocked onto the pitch to greet a very smug Harry Potter.
"And the match is over Gryffindor with a 180 points to 70, one of the closest matches seen at this school for a long time." Said Lee signing off the microphone, to join in with the rest of Gryffindor celebrations.