Disclaimer in Chapter 1. I am Immortaljedi. Bow to me puny mortals,
Muahahahahah!!! (Gets hit over the head with one of Methos' journals)
Sorry. Here's the story. Chapter 25: In Which Quidditch Begins.
Chapter 26:
"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the first Quidditch game of the season, Gryffindor vs Slytherin! Taking the field now is the Slytherin team, lead by their captain and Seeker, Draco Malfoy." There was polite applause from the Hufflepuffs, the ravenclaws were silent, the Slytherins cheered and the Gryffindors booed. Seamus continued his commentary.
"Now, put your hands together for our leading champions for the past four years, THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM!!!! Lead by their captain, Harry Potter!" The last part wasn't heard, of course, because as soon as the scarlet robes were seen on the field, the stadium erupted into such a racket of applause, shouts and cheering, that nothing could be heard for at least ten minutes. Madame Hootch flew to the pitch.
"All right. I want a good clean game, no tricks, and no fouls. Let us begin!" She threw the quaffle into he air as the bulgers were released. The snitch disappeared in a flash of gold and the game had begun.
In the Slytherin Bleachers
Severus Snape sat, his face grim, his form imposing, and watched the game, seemingly unaffected by the chill in the air. His students were giving him a wide berth, no one sitting within three feet of him. Only one man dared challenged this.
"Excuse me. Pardon me. Let me through! Move it, Buddy!" Severus deliberately didn't turn to look as he heard his lover make his way to his seat at the top of the bleachers. A twitch formed at the corner of Severus' mouth, the beginnings of a smile. Methos flopped down to Severus with a sigh, popcorn in hand.
"Hello." Upbeat, almost cheery.
"Hello." Calmer. More Subdued.
It was quiet for a few moments as both watched the game. Methos pulled out a bag of candy from his pocket in addition to the popcorn. He popped some into his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully.
"Popcorn?"
"No thank you."
"Jelly Bean?"
"No thanks."
"Milk dud?"
"No thank you, I'm fine."
"Oh, ok." Silence. Methos leaned over and whispered in Severus' ear. Severus turned pink and looked at Methos.
"You know the answer to that, but not here." Methos pouted a little at that.
"I know, but a guy can dream, can't he." Severus sighed and smiled slightly, but the cheers of the fans cut off whatever he could have said as Gryffindor scored their first goal.
In the Gryffindor Bleachers
"Look at him, acting as if he were normal. Pah!" Remus turned his wise eyes on Cassandra at her hypocritical words.
"Cassie, you should know that by now abnormal is the only normal here. Look at me…or yourself." Cassandra scowled at Remus.
"That's different."
"It's no different Cassandra. You judge them as abnormal, when you yourself are different. You call yourself unique and them aberrations because they have made some bad decisions in the past. They are trying to come out from under their black clouds, Cassandra, and until people like you realize that, they never will be able to. And you will never find peace." Cassandra stared at his profile.
"I don't know what you mean."
"I think you know exactly what I mean." Whatever was said next was drowned out by the sound of a stadium full of cheering spectators.
Elsewhere in the Gryffindor Bleachers
Hermione sat next to Neville, watching Ron (when the Quaffle was on their side of the field). When it wasn't, she kept a keen eye on Snape and Pierson. Pierson seemed normal enough, and when they interacted, Snape seemed almost human. She watched as Pierson whispered and Snape responded. It wasn't hard to miss. They were the only two sitting in their area of the bleachers. 'I wonder why he blushed…that's the first time I ever saw him flushed with anything but anger. Hmmm…' but for the life of her, Hermione could not figure it out. Her attention was jerked suddenly from her as Neville grabbed her arm and shouted,
"We scored first! We scored first!"
"Neville!"
"Oh, sorry." He quickly let go of her arm, blushing. She smiled at him, putting a hand on his arm.
"It's ok Neville. You just surprised me, that's all." Neville nodded feeling slightly better. She turned back to the game just as Ron blocked another shot. She felt her heart swell with pride.
"Go Ron!"
In Dumbledore's box
Minerva McGonnagall sat stiffly, as she always did without a drink in her hand as she watched the game. Seamus sat in front and to the right of her and Dumbledore sat behind and to the left. With one ear she listened to and censored Seamus, while the rest of her senses were focused on Snape and Pierson, much as Hermione was, byt her search was more specified. She was looking and…there it was!
Pierson leaned over and whispered something that made Severus blush. Severus never blushed unless it was in reference to sex. A sudden loud noise made her jump.
"GRYFFINDOR SCORES!"
In the Sky
Harry Searched everywhere for the snitch, but he kept getting distracted by Malfoy. For all his brag, he was beautiful on a broomstick. While he searched he saw Pierson and Snape in the bleachers, but thought nothing of it, his mind instead going back to the night before:
"Harry…I play you tomorrow in the Quidditch Match…it's the first of the season."
"I know Draco. What are we going to do?" Draco bit at his lip, a quirk Harry though very cute, before answering.
"We play as we always have, to win. They do not know of us, and I feel it's wise not to tell the rest of the school of it. Let's see how the game goes." Harry nodded in agreement, but then had something to add.
"As for the snitch…whoever gets near it first has to let the other know that he is about to catch the snitch, and must have the other's approval. Just to be safe." Draco nodded and they sealed the deal with a kiss.
His mind was now solely on the game and nothing, save Draco streaking, could distract him in his search.
In the Slytherin Bleachers
For being the only two people sitting in a three meter radius, even on a chill day, Severus and Methos sat rather close, chatting quietly.
"I remember the start of this game, when we played with rocks and birds." Severus turned an inquisitive eye upon Methos.
"You played Quidditch?"
"Yes. I played with Albus when he was younger, on the staff team. Only he, Binns, and the other ghosts remember that time."
"Albus played Quidditch?" Severus sounded surprised. Methos grinned.
"Yep. He and I were the best beaters for years. We had a faculty team for a fundraiser once, and we raised more than money, let me tell you." (a/n: raised hell, you perverts! What are you thinking of!!!) Severus smirked, then,
"You played beater?"
"Yep. It was great. I never got benched for a game for an injury." Severus laughed. They watched the game a little longer in silence. Methos suddenly grinned and whispered to Severus, "Everybody is here at the game. The school is practically deserted. Want to head back? I'll make it worth your while." Severus froze, and then nodded slowly. "Good. Head back now and I'll meet you in your rooms in a few." Methos' tongue darted out to lick Severus' ear, "be ready." Severus shivered and stood, trying to be casual, but practically flying in his effort to make it to the school quicker.
Methos relaxed in the bleachers, sprawled in a way that was almost humanly impossible on cold hard bleachers, a small smile on his face. Eventually he too climbed to his feet, and made his way back to the castle and his lover. He was unaware, however, of the three sets of eyes that followed him.
In the Sky
Harry high in the sky on his broom, surveying the field looking for the snitch. He didn't have to look very hard. There it was, just below the end of his broomstick, just hovering there. All he had to do was hold his hand out…
DRACO!
He looked frantically across the field for his boyfriend, keeping the snitch close at hand. He finally caught Draco's eyes, and saw the understanding in his eyes. Draco nodded, slightly and Harry smiled. Draco leaned forward on his broom, zooming strait for Harry. Harry reached out, almost touching the snitch…
They crashed.
They were sent spinning down to the earth. They landed; relatively unhurt, Draco lying on top of Harry. He lifted himself up, giving Harry a hidden kiss, then winked at him.
"The things I do for those I love…" murmured Draco to Harry just before they pulled away completely, and winked at him again. Harry winked back and they got up. They stood, facing each other and the crowd was totally silent. Draco smiled and Harry's arm shot up, the snitch glinting golden in the sun. As Harry's teammates swarmed around him, he heard Draco say "congratulations, Harry," but nobody else did. Gryffindor had won.
TBC.
A/N; Well? What do you think? You like the solution? I must say, I like angst, but never once the relationship is formed…I worry about it too much. The sacrifices Draco makes for Harry…(sigh) so what did Methos say to Severus before? I can't tell you. It's beyond this story's rating. Next chapter…Halloween!
Sparrow – THANK YOU! I have been waiting ages for someone to do some art for me! Thank you so much, take as long as you need. Math does suck. Don't we all want to own Methos?
Aurumlupi – you sang! Thank you! I was worried in the beginning of how the slash presented itself, but people responded wonderfully to it, so I'm so happy! I tend not to deal with explicit or gratuitous scenes. I can't write them very well, and gratuitous always reminds me of Friday the 13th movies.
Lady Cinnibar – Ohh! Trumpets! I like that rhyme…I drive my friends crazy all the time…with it. Iambic pentameter brings back horrors for my freshman English honors class…AHHHH!!!!!!! Sorry…better now…ok…
() – Um…who are you? I would respond, but I don't know who I'm talking to.
Tea –"it just comes down to be one hot man."…doesn't it always? Thanks for the definition.
Annakas –(glossed over eyes) – oh yeah…I like that scene. (te he!) thanks. Sweet sixteen, baby! You sang too! Thank you! "immortallady?" eh…why not. I am after all. Muahahahahaha!!!!! (Sam Gamgee his Immortaljedi over the head with a frying pan) Sorry. Going to Legolas now…come here my elfin bishi! (I like that word now!)
WyldeHorse – Thank you, thank you. Small fuzzy animals…he he he. I can have some fun with these. Thank you!
Vampire Child. Cool. Thanks. Here's more.
As always, I will forever be, your friendly neighborhood Immortaljedi.
Next chapter will be out later this week. I have to write it. R/R and ta ta!
Chapter 26:
"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the first Quidditch game of the season, Gryffindor vs Slytherin! Taking the field now is the Slytherin team, lead by their captain and Seeker, Draco Malfoy." There was polite applause from the Hufflepuffs, the ravenclaws were silent, the Slytherins cheered and the Gryffindors booed. Seamus continued his commentary.
"Now, put your hands together for our leading champions for the past four years, THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM!!!! Lead by their captain, Harry Potter!" The last part wasn't heard, of course, because as soon as the scarlet robes were seen on the field, the stadium erupted into such a racket of applause, shouts and cheering, that nothing could be heard for at least ten minutes. Madame Hootch flew to the pitch.
"All right. I want a good clean game, no tricks, and no fouls. Let us begin!" She threw the quaffle into he air as the bulgers were released. The snitch disappeared in a flash of gold and the game had begun.
In the Slytherin Bleachers
Severus Snape sat, his face grim, his form imposing, and watched the game, seemingly unaffected by the chill in the air. His students were giving him a wide berth, no one sitting within three feet of him. Only one man dared challenged this.
"Excuse me. Pardon me. Let me through! Move it, Buddy!" Severus deliberately didn't turn to look as he heard his lover make his way to his seat at the top of the bleachers. A twitch formed at the corner of Severus' mouth, the beginnings of a smile. Methos flopped down to Severus with a sigh, popcorn in hand.
"Hello." Upbeat, almost cheery.
"Hello." Calmer. More Subdued.
It was quiet for a few moments as both watched the game. Methos pulled out a bag of candy from his pocket in addition to the popcorn. He popped some into his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully.
"Popcorn?"
"No thank you."
"Jelly Bean?"
"No thanks."
"Milk dud?"
"No thank you, I'm fine."
"Oh, ok." Silence. Methos leaned over and whispered in Severus' ear. Severus turned pink and looked at Methos.
"You know the answer to that, but not here." Methos pouted a little at that.
"I know, but a guy can dream, can't he." Severus sighed and smiled slightly, but the cheers of the fans cut off whatever he could have said as Gryffindor scored their first goal.
In the Gryffindor Bleachers
"Look at him, acting as if he were normal. Pah!" Remus turned his wise eyes on Cassandra at her hypocritical words.
"Cassie, you should know that by now abnormal is the only normal here. Look at me…or yourself." Cassandra scowled at Remus.
"That's different."
"It's no different Cassandra. You judge them as abnormal, when you yourself are different. You call yourself unique and them aberrations because they have made some bad decisions in the past. They are trying to come out from under their black clouds, Cassandra, and until people like you realize that, they never will be able to. And you will never find peace." Cassandra stared at his profile.
"I don't know what you mean."
"I think you know exactly what I mean." Whatever was said next was drowned out by the sound of a stadium full of cheering spectators.
Elsewhere in the Gryffindor Bleachers
Hermione sat next to Neville, watching Ron (when the Quaffle was on their side of the field). When it wasn't, she kept a keen eye on Snape and Pierson. Pierson seemed normal enough, and when they interacted, Snape seemed almost human. She watched as Pierson whispered and Snape responded. It wasn't hard to miss. They were the only two sitting in their area of the bleachers. 'I wonder why he blushed…that's the first time I ever saw him flushed with anything but anger. Hmmm…' but for the life of her, Hermione could not figure it out. Her attention was jerked suddenly from her as Neville grabbed her arm and shouted,
"We scored first! We scored first!"
"Neville!"
"Oh, sorry." He quickly let go of her arm, blushing. She smiled at him, putting a hand on his arm.
"It's ok Neville. You just surprised me, that's all." Neville nodded feeling slightly better. She turned back to the game just as Ron blocked another shot. She felt her heart swell with pride.
"Go Ron!"
In Dumbledore's box
Minerva McGonnagall sat stiffly, as she always did without a drink in her hand as she watched the game. Seamus sat in front and to the right of her and Dumbledore sat behind and to the left. With one ear she listened to and censored Seamus, while the rest of her senses were focused on Snape and Pierson, much as Hermione was, byt her search was more specified. She was looking and…there it was!
Pierson leaned over and whispered something that made Severus blush. Severus never blushed unless it was in reference to sex. A sudden loud noise made her jump.
"GRYFFINDOR SCORES!"
In the Sky
Harry Searched everywhere for the snitch, but he kept getting distracted by Malfoy. For all his brag, he was beautiful on a broomstick. While he searched he saw Pierson and Snape in the bleachers, but thought nothing of it, his mind instead going back to the night before:
"Harry…I play you tomorrow in the Quidditch Match…it's the first of the season."
"I know Draco. What are we going to do?" Draco bit at his lip, a quirk Harry though very cute, before answering.
"We play as we always have, to win. They do not know of us, and I feel it's wise not to tell the rest of the school of it. Let's see how the game goes." Harry nodded in agreement, but then had something to add.
"As for the snitch…whoever gets near it first has to let the other know that he is about to catch the snitch, and must have the other's approval. Just to be safe." Draco nodded and they sealed the deal with a kiss.
His mind was now solely on the game and nothing, save Draco streaking, could distract him in his search.
In the Slytherin Bleachers
For being the only two people sitting in a three meter radius, even on a chill day, Severus and Methos sat rather close, chatting quietly.
"I remember the start of this game, when we played with rocks and birds." Severus turned an inquisitive eye upon Methos.
"You played Quidditch?"
"Yes. I played with Albus when he was younger, on the staff team. Only he, Binns, and the other ghosts remember that time."
"Albus played Quidditch?" Severus sounded surprised. Methos grinned.
"Yep. He and I were the best beaters for years. We had a faculty team for a fundraiser once, and we raised more than money, let me tell you." (a/n: raised hell, you perverts! What are you thinking of!!!) Severus smirked, then,
"You played beater?"
"Yep. It was great. I never got benched for a game for an injury." Severus laughed. They watched the game a little longer in silence. Methos suddenly grinned and whispered to Severus, "Everybody is here at the game. The school is practically deserted. Want to head back? I'll make it worth your while." Severus froze, and then nodded slowly. "Good. Head back now and I'll meet you in your rooms in a few." Methos' tongue darted out to lick Severus' ear, "be ready." Severus shivered and stood, trying to be casual, but practically flying in his effort to make it to the school quicker.
Methos relaxed in the bleachers, sprawled in a way that was almost humanly impossible on cold hard bleachers, a small smile on his face. Eventually he too climbed to his feet, and made his way back to the castle and his lover. He was unaware, however, of the three sets of eyes that followed him.
In the Sky
Harry high in the sky on his broom, surveying the field looking for the snitch. He didn't have to look very hard. There it was, just below the end of his broomstick, just hovering there. All he had to do was hold his hand out…
DRACO!
He looked frantically across the field for his boyfriend, keeping the snitch close at hand. He finally caught Draco's eyes, and saw the understanding in his eyes. Draco nodded, slightly and Harry smiled. Draco leaned forward on his broom, zooming strait for Harry. Harry reached out, almost touching the snitch…
They crashed.
They were sent spinning down to the earth. They landed; relatively unhurt, Draco lying on top of Harry. He lifted himself up, giving Harry a hidden kiss, then winked at him.
"The things I do for those I love…" murmured Draco to Harry just before they pulled away completely, and winked at him again. Harry winked back and they got up. They stood, facing each other and the crowd was totally silent. Draco smiled and Harry's arm shot up, the snitch glinting golden in the sun. As Harry's teammates swarmed around him, he heard Draco say "congratulations, Harry," but nobody else did. Gryffindor had won.
TBC.
A/N; Well? What do you think? You like the solution? I must say, I like angst, but never once the relationship is formed…I worry about it too much. The sacrifices Draco makes for Harry…(sigh) so what did Methos say to Severus before? I can't tell you. It's beyond this story's rating. Next chapter…Halloween!
Sparrow – THANK YOU! I have been waiting ages for someone to do some art for me! Thank you so much, take as long as you need. Math does suck. Don't we all want to own Methos?
Aurumlupi – you sang! Thank you! I was worried in the beginning of how the slash presented itself, but people responded wonderfully to it, so I'm so happy! I tend not to deal with explicit or gratuitous scenes. I can't write them very well, and gratuitous always reminds me of Friday the 13th movies.
Lady Cinnibar – Ohh! Trumpets! I like that rhyme…I drive my friends crazy all the time…with it. Iambic pentameter brings back horrors for my freshman English honors class…AHHHH!!!!!!! Sorry…better now…ok…
() – Um…who are you? I would respond, but I don't know who I'm talking to.
Tea –"it just comes down to be one hot man."…doesn't it always? Thanks for the definition.
Annakas –(glossed over eyes) – oh yeah…I like that scene. (te he!) thanks. Sweet sixteen, baby! You sang too! Thank you! "immortallady?" eh…why not. I am after all. Muahahahahaha!!!!! (Sam Gamgee his Immortaljedi over the head with a frying pan) Sorry. Going to Legolas now…come here my elfin bishi! (I like that word now!)
WyldeHorse – Thank you, thank you. Small fuzzy animals…he he he. I can have some fun with these. Thank you!
Vampire Child. Cool. Thanks. Here's more.
As always, I will forever be, your friendly neighborhood Immortaljedi.
Next chapter will be out later this week. I have to write it. R/R and ta ta!