A Quidditch Triumph
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The next morning at breakfast, Dallas had mixed emotions from the night before. He kept remembering Draco forcing himself at Selenay, they were cousins for crying out loud! He pushed his scrambled eggs around his plate, deep in thought.
Chanti sat in the empty chair next to him, "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yea," he said, dropping his fork with a clatter. He quickly picked it up again, and continued to play with his food.
"Last night was really something," she said, folding her hands together.
"Uh-huh," he said.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" she said hastily. Dallas lifted his stare from the plate to Chanti's questioining face.
"What are you talking about?" he asked. "You were there. I think I should be asking you if there was anything you'd like to tell me." Chanti looked taken back, she turned in her chair to face him.
"Like, why were you out there in the first place?" he said coolly.
'I was following you!" she said.
"Why was Ankie and Harry and Ron out there, then?"
"How am I supposed to know!"
Dallas thought he'd better drop it, or she might burst into tears. Chanti eyes looked wet, but her face was contorted in anger, quite similar to Professor McGonagall the night before.
"I can't believe Lupin was so easy on us," he said trying to change the subject.
"You haven't told me why you were out in the forest in the middle of the night . . . .with . . . with " she crowed, "with Selenay!" _________________
Dallas looked her squarely in the eyes and said "I had a nightmare. I walked to the window to get a breath of fresh air and saw Draco following Selenay. I went out to warn her he was following her. Pure and simple."
"Promise?" asked Chanti.
"Promise." Dallas replied. He wished Chanti would just drop the subject.
Somebody knocked Dallas in to Chanti as he got up. the Slytherin crowd sniggered.
"Prepared Dallas for your final day on a broomstick?" Malfoy asked mockingly.
Chanti grabbed hold of Dallas' robes as tried to make a leap to wipe the smirk of Draco's face.
"Are you insane?" Chanti whispered heatedly, "Professor Snape was right behind you." _________________
Dallas went to the changerooms and slipped into his Quidditch robes. He joined his teammates as Roger Davies, the Quidditch captain got ready to deliver his lecturer.
"Well Men and Women. This is the big match of the season for us so far. I don't need to tell you we need to win this one. We are currently last on the ladder. Ravenclaw are 160 points in front of us. Dallas you must not catch the snitch until we are at least 30 points in front. Do you understand?"
"Yes Roger." Dallas sighed.
"Then lets get cracking." Davies said.
As one they moved towards the door, heads held high. _________________
Chanti and Ankie looked up as Selenay moved past them gracefully.
"MOVE." a voice snapped angrily.
Selenay stopped and turned. "Sorry? I didn't quite catch that?" she said smirking at the murderous look Pansy Parkinson shot at her.
"I SAID MOVE!!!" Pansy snapped.
"And why would I want to do that when I'm enjoying standing here?" Selenay asked carefully raising her eyebrow.
Pansy looked like she was ready to kill.
Chanti grabbed hold of her robes and hauled her down in the seat next to her.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.
"Having the time of my life." Selenay smiled back at her. Casually she turned in her seat and made a rude gesture back at Pansy. _________________
With the fabulous image of smashing Draco's face in with the handle of his broom, Dallas walked with his Hufflepuff teammates out onto the grassy field. He thought the Slytherins looked almost human as they ambled toward them from the opposite side. The stands, high above the players, were filled with Hogwarts students. Gazing around, Dallas noted the wind patterns and the sun location. It was the perfect day for a quidditch match.
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Madame Hooch strolled out onto the pitch, her hair as windblown as ever. She summoned the captains to her. Dallas exchanged a look of pure malevolence with Draco, and gripped his Nimbus 2001 tightly.
Soon enough, Hufflepuff and Slytherin had taken their places, awaiting Madame Hooch's signal, she unleashed the bludgers and the snitch, and the game began. Dallas tugged his broom upward and soared over the stands, Malfoy right behind him.
"I just want you to know, Dallas," he hissed. "That I'm the best seeker Hogwarts has got, so stay out of my way, take notes if you wish, or you'll wish you'd never learned to fly!"
Dallas laughed openly at the fact the Malfoy had actually tried to threaten him.
"Watch out!" he quickly yelled at Malfoy, a bludger nearly missed pummeling into his head. Malfoy ducked and faced Dallas, cherry red, and zoomed off across the field.
"Don't mention it!" he called after him, and before he could shift mind gears back to focusing on the game, a bludger crashed into his side, knocking the wind out of him. Sputtering for breath, he leaned over on his broom, angling it downward. _________________
Dallas zoomed off after Malfoy. Finally he caught up with him.
Dallas decided to mark him then and there. Malfoy glowered at Dallas.
"Get out off it you mangy cur." Malfoy snarled angling downwards sharply to try and avoid Dallas. Dallas followed suit, tailing Malfoy closely.
They saw the Snitch simultaneously. Dallas' eyes widened in fear, Malfoys in triumph. Malfoy and Dallas headed towards the Snitch neck and neck.
"HUFFLEPUFF SCORE!!!" shouted the commentator Lee Jordan. "That now puts Hufflepuff in front by 40 POINTS. "
A bludger came hurtling towards Dallas. Malfoy laughed smashing into Dallas. Dallas cried out in suprise as his broom drifted towards the bludger.
"No!" he cried, urging his broom to greater speed. _________________
GO DALLAS GO!!!" screamed Chanti
Selenay rolled her eyes and looked back towards the Qudditch pitch.
"COME-ON DALLAS!!!" screamed another voice beside Selenay.
Chanti looked stonily at Ankie and her friends. Selenay smiled looking between them.
"Now, now." Selenay replied mockingly. "We're all friends when it comes to Quidditch."
Seleanay looked back towards the Quidditch pitch. Chanti, Ankie and the others followed suit.
"Oh my God," Chanti cried. " He's going to do it! He's going to get the snitch!"
Everybody watched breathlessly as the two Seekers headed towards each other at breakneck speed heading straight for a collision.
Fingers out-stretched Dallas closed them over the struggling snitch. In his moment of elation he didn't see or feel the crunch of bones, as he slammed straight into Malfoy. He blacked out.
The whistle blew.
"And HUFFLEPUFF WIN!!!" cried Madam Hooch, blowing the whistle for the end of game. _________________
Dallas' and Malfoy's unconscious bodies laid limply atop each other in the middle of the quidditch field. Dumbledore and McGonagall pried them apart, and levitated them to the hospital wing. Professor Sprout, trying hard to show her concern, was jumping for joy.
In the stands, the Hufflepuffs bounced off each other with glee. Chanti chewed on her fingernails as she watched Dallas being carried off the field.
"Do you think . . ." she began, he voice slightly quivering.
"He'll be fine," said Selenay, smiling.
"What's so funny?" Chanti asked. "Dallas could be seriously hurt!"
"So could Draco," she laughed. _________________
Lying in the hospital wing bed, Dallas shook, it was freezing! He looked over at Draco, who had still been knocked out, resting in the bed next to him. Madame Pomfrey stepped over Draco, as she had just done with Dallas, and swayed a teeny bottle under his nose. Immediately, Malfoy's eyes popped open.
"Did we win?" he breathed quickly, sounding half-exasperated. Madame Pomfrey smiled at him politely, "no dearie, better luck next time."
Draco looked offended, "what!?" he blared.
"Sorry 'bout that mate," said Dallas, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess I just got in your way."
The door to the wing burst open, and the entire Hufflepuff team filed around his bed, which was a good thing, because Draco had jumped up in rage. Madame Pomfrey threw him back down, and told him to be still or she would have to sedate him. Roger Davies gave hima high-five, "way to sacrifice youself for the team!" he gushed. Dallas hadn't been this happy in week, he had successfully proven himself to his team-mates, beaten Slytherin, and knocked-out Draco in the game winning catch. His limbs may have ached in the process, but that was just one temporary setback and it was all worth it. _________________
Chanti charged into the Infirmary, Ankie, Harry, Ron and Hermione in close pursuit. Selenay walked in sedately her face wreathed in a big smile.
"We WON!!!" Chanti cried throwing her arms around Dallas' neck and kissing both cheeks.
Blushing he looked up to see Selenay talking quietly to Draco, he watched her gingerly pat his hand and move off towards his bed. Gulping he watched as Draco grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her back towards him.
Selenay looked at Draco in surprise, her eyebrows furrowed in consternation.
"I missed you." Draco purred at her pulling her closer to him.
The Hufflepuff Quidditch Team, Dallas, Chanti, Ankie, Harry, Hermione and Ron all watched with bated breaths.
"I'm sure you did." Selenay said lowering her voice. "Stop trying to make a scene."
"I need to talk to you in private." he murmured to her pulling her into a quick hug. "I'm sorry for scaring you like that the other night. After I get out can we talk?"
He looked at her imploringly, widening his eyes to their fullest extent.
"Fine." she said pulling away from Draco. "Meet me in the old disused classroom near the potions office."
As casually as she could she walked to Dallas' bedside and gave him a hug. "Congratulations on your well deserved victory." she said smiling at each of the other team members.
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Here ends this chapter of our story. This story was co-authored with Ankie and Chanti. Please Review.
p.s. We do not own any of the HP characters/storyline. The ones we do own you'll know. ^_^
The next morning at breakfast, Dallas had mixed emotions from the night before. He kept remembering Draco forcing himself at Selenay, they were cousins for crying out loud! He pushed his scrambled eggs around his plate, deep in thought.
Chanti sat in the empty chair next to him, "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yea," he said, dropping his fork with a clatter. He quickly picked it up again, and continued to play with his food.
"Last night was really something," she said, folding her hands together.
"Uh-huh," he said.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" she said hastily. Dallas lifted his stare from the plate to Chanti's questioining face.
"What are you talking about?" he asked. "You were there. I think I should be asking you if there was anything you'd like to tell me." Chanti looked taken back, she turned in her chair to face him.
"Like, why were you out there in the first place?" he said coolly.
'I was following you!" she said.
"Why was Ankie and Harry and Ron out there, then?"
"How am I supposed to know!"
Dallas thought he'd better drop it, or she might burst into tears. Chanti eyes looked wet, but her face was contorted in anger, quite similar to Professor McGonagall the night before.
"I can't believe Lupin was so easy on us," he said trying to change the subject.
"You haven't told me why you were out in the forest in the middle of the night . . . .with . . . with " she crowed, "with Selenay!" _________________
Dallas looked her squarely in the eyes and said "I had a nightmare. I walked to the window to get a breath of fresh air and saw Draco following Selenay. I went out to warn her he was following her. Pure and simple."
"Promise?" asked Chanti.
"Promise." Dallas replied. He wished Chanti would just drop the subject.
Somebody knocked Dallas in to Chanti as he got up. the Slytherin crowd sniggered.
"Prepared Dallas for your final day on a broomstick?" Malfoy asked mockingly.
Chanti grabbed hold of Dallas' robes as tried to make a leap to wipe the smirk of Draco's face.
"Are you insane?" Chanti whispered heatedly, "Professor Snape was right behind you." _________________
Dallas went to the changerooms and slipped into his Quidditch robes. He joined his teammates as Roger Davies, the Quidditch captain got ready to deliver his lecturer.
"Well Men and Women. This is the big match of the season for us so far. I don't need to tell you we need to win this one. We are currently last on the ladder. Ravenclaw are 160 points in front of us. Dallas you must not catch the snitch until we are at least 30 points in front. Do you understand?"
"Yes Roger." Dallas sighed.
"Then lets get cracking." Davies said.
As one they moved towards the door, heads held high. _________________
Chanti and Ankie looked up as Selenay moved past them gracefully.
"MOVE." a voice snapped angrily.
Selenay stopped and turned. "Sorry? I didn't quite catch that?" she said smirking at the murderous look Pansy Parkinson shot at her.
"I SAID MOVE!!!" Pansy snapped.
"And why would I want to do that when I'm enjoying standing here?" Selenay asked carefully raising her eyebrow.
Pansy looked like she was ready to kill.
Chanti grabbed hold of her robes and hauled her down in the seat next to her.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.
"Having the time of my life." Selenay smiled back at her. Casually she turned in her seat and made a rude gesture back at Pansy. _________________
With the fabulous image of smashing Draco's face in with the handle of his broom, Dallas walked with his Hufflepuff teammates out onto the grassy field. He thought the Slytherins looked almost human as they ambled toward them from the opposite side. The stands, high above the players, were filled with Hogwarts students. Gazing around, Dallas noted the wind patterns and the sun location. It was the perfect day for a quidditch match.
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Madame Hooch strolled out onto the pitch, her hair as windblown as ever. She summoned the captains to her. Dallas exchanged a look of pure malevolence with Draco, and gripped his Nimbus 2001 tightly.
Soon enough, Hufflepuff and Slytherin had taken their places, awaiting Madame Hooch's signal, she unleashed the bludgers and the snitch, and the game began. Dallas tugged his broom upward and soared over the stands, Malfoy right behind him.
"I just want you to know, Dallas," he hissed. "That I'm the best seeker Hogwarts has got, so stay out of my way, take notes if you wish, or you'll wish you'd never learned to fly!"
Dallas laughed openly at the fact the Malfoy had actually tried to threaten him.
"Watch out!" he quickly yelled at Malfoy, a bludger nearly missed pummeling into his head. Malfoy ducked and faced Dallas, cherry red, and zoomed off across the field.
"Don't mention it!" he called after him, and before he could shift mind gears back to focusing on the game, a bludger crashed into his side, knocking the wind out of him. Sputtering for breath, he leaned over on his broom, angling it downward. _________________
Dallas zoomed off after Malfoy. Finally he caught up with him.
Dallas decided to mark him then and there. Malfoy glowered at Dallas.
"Get out off it you mangy cur." Malfoy snarled angling downwards sharply to try and avoid Dallas. Dallas followed suit, tailing Malfoy closely.
They saw the Snitch simultaneously. Dallas' eyes widened in fear, Malfoys in triumph. Malfoy and Dallas headed towards the Snitch neck and neck.
"HUFFLEPUFF SCORE!!!" shouted the commentator Lee Jordan. "That now puts Hufflepuff in front by 40 POINTS. "
A bludger came hurtling towards Dallas. Malfoy laughed smashing into Dallas. Dallas cried out in suprise as his broom drifted towards the bludger.
"No!" he cried, urging his broom to greater speed. _________________
GO DALLAS GO!!!" screamed Chanti
Selenay rolled her eyes and looked back towards the Qudditch pitch.
"COME-ON DALLAS!!!" screamed another voice beside Selenay.
Chanti looked stonily at Ankie and her friends. Selenay smiled looking between them.
"Now, now." Selenay replied mockingly. "We're all friends when it comes to Quidditch."
Seleanay looked back towards the Quidditch pitch. Chanti, Ankie and the others followed suit.
"Oh my God," Chanti cried. " He's going to do it! He's going to get the snitch!"
Everybody watched breathlessly as the two Seekers headed towards each other at breakneck speed heading straight for a collision.
Fingers out-stretched Dallas closed them over the struggling snitch. In his moment of elation he didn't see or feel the crunch of bones, as he slammed straight into Malfoy. He blacked out.
The whistle blew.
"And HUFFLEPUFF WIN!!!" cried Madam Hooch, blowing the whistle for the end of game. _________________
Dallas' and Malfoy's unconscious bodies laid limply atop each other in the middle of the quidditch field. Dumbledore and McGonagall pried them apart, and levitated them to the hospital wing. Professor Sprout, trying hard to show her concern, was jumping for joy.
In the stands, the Hufflepuffs bounced off each other with glee. Chanti chewed on her fingernails as she watched Dallas being carried off the field.
"Do you think . . ." she began, he voice slightly quivering.
"He'll be fine," said Selenay, smiling.
"What's so funny?" Chanti asked. "Dallas could be seriously hurt!"
"So could Draco," she laughed. _________________
Lying in the hospital wing bed, Dallas shook, it was freezing! He looked over at Draco, who had still been knocked out, resting in the bed next to him. Madame Pomfrey stepped over Draco, as she had just done with Dallas, and swayed a teeny bottle under his nose. Immediately, Malfoy's eyes popped open.
"Did we win?" he breathed quickly, sounding half-exasperated. Madame Pomfrey smiled at him politely, "no dearie, better luck next time."
Draco looked offended, "what!?" he blared.
"Sorry 'bout that mate," said Dallas, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess I just got in your way."
The door to the wing burst open, and the entire Hufflepuff team filed around his bed, which was a good thing, because Draco had jumped up in rage. Madame Pomfrey threw him back down, and told him to be still or she would have to sedate him. Roger Davies gave hima high-five, "way to sacrifice youself for the team!" he gushed. Dallas hadn't been this happy in week, he had successfully proven himself to his team-mates, beaten Slytherin, and knocked-out Draco in the game winning catch. His limbs may have ached in the process, but that was just one temporary setback and it was all worth it. _________________
Chanti charged into the Infirmary, Ankie, Harry, Ron and Hermione in close pursuit. Selenay walked in sedately her face wreathed in a big smile.
"We WON!!!" Chanti cried throwing her arms around Dallas' neck and kissing both cheeks.
Blushing he looked up to see Selenay talking quietly to Draco, he watched her gingerly pat his hand and move off towards his bed. Gulping he watched as Draco grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her back towards him.
Selenay looked at Draco in surprise, her eyebrows furrowed in consternation.
"I missed you." Draco purred at her pulling her closer to him.
The Hufflepuff Quidditch Team, Dallas, Chanti, Ankie, Harry, Hermione and Ron all watched with bated breaths.
"I'm sure you did." Selenay said lowering her voice. "Stop trying to make a scene."
"I need to talk to you in private." he murmured to her pulling her into a quick hug. "I'm sorry for scaring you like that the other night. After I get out can we talk?"
He looked at her imploringly, widening his eyes to their fullest extent.
"Fine." she said pulling away from Draco. "Meet me in the old disused classroom near the potions office."
As casually as she could she walked to Dallas' bedside and gave him a hug. "Congratulations on your well deserved victory." she said smiling at each of the other team members.
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Here ends this chapter of our story. This story was co-authored with Ankie and Chanti. Please Review.
p.s. We do not own any of the HP characters/storyline. The ones we do own you'll know. ^_^