[Quidditch!...and other such things]
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Chapter IV: The Quidditch Match
They stood there, patiently waiting. Then, the commentator, a Gryffindor of course, came onto the megaphone.
"For the first game of the season, we have GRYFFINDOR!" the stadium was filled with tumultuous applause. The girls rolled their eyes. "And Slytherin." The Slytherin section of the stadium applauded at least. The Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws all hissed.
"When will they learn, that that is just as good as cheering us on?" said Slaine, making sure her skirt was high enough.
"I give you the Gryffindors! Bell, Spinnet, Johnson, Weasley, Weasley, Wood aaand.Potter!" The Gryffindors began to chant loudly. The cheer-chicks smirked. There was only so many times 'Go, go, Gryffindor' could be uttered before it lost its intensity.'
"And the Slytherins," he said in an evil sounding voice, hissing when he had finished. "Montague, Warrington, Flint, Pucey, Derrick, Bole and Malfoy."
"Jordan!" snapped Professor McGonagall angrily.
Meanwhile, the girls had burst into action. They spread out on the field below the game as the two teams assembled in their starting positions above in the air. Persephone, Ai, Xanne and Calypso fixed innocent gazes on their Gryffindors as they licked their lips and shrugged their shoulders.
The two Weasleys almost dropped their beaters' clubs, Wood's jaw dropped and Harry Potter's palms must have begun to sweat because his hands slipped off of his broom handle and he fell forward and hit his face on it. The girls kept their professional style, though they all longed to laugh.
It was then, that Madam Hooch released the bludgers and the golden snitch. Malfoy was able have it in his sights for a few seconds before it darted away. Potter was oblivious to that and the fact that a bludger had rocketed dangerously close to his head.
"I want a nice, clean game," Hooch yelled up at them, before turning her head towards Flint. "From all of you!"
She bent her knees and sent the quaffle sailing high above her head and right into the arms of Gryffindor chaser Alicia Spinnet. Before the Slytherins could argue that this clearly signaled favoritism, Spinnet tore off towards the goal. She dropped the quaffle down to Bell who looped around the goal posts and passed it forward to Johnson.well, at least it was meant for Johnson. Warrington knocked it out of its trajectory and it landed neatly into the outstretched arms of Alexander Montague.
Montague passed it to Flint who urged his broom faster towards the Gryffindor goal posts. Fred Weasley aimed wound up his arm to pelt a bludger full speed at Flint, but at that precise moment, Ai had chosen to drop her wand. She bent to pick it up and the bludger that came flying at Weasley was not hit, Weasley was the one that was hit. He rolled over in mid air on his broom and rubbed his arm before he scowled at the girl on the grass. She merely shrugged her shoulders and smiled in an inculpable way.
Flint had managed to get within the scoring area before the Gryffindor chasers were on him. He roughly passed the quaffle to Warrington who flicked his eyes down towards the girl below him in a deliberate gesture. Wood looked down too, finding Persephone winking up at him, He took one hand off of his broom and prepared to tell Warrington off. Warrington took advantage of this moment and flung the quaffle through the goal to Wood's right, and Lee Jordan's voice rang out, sounding quite disappointed.
"Cassius Warrington scores, ten points to Slytherin."
Wood recovered the quaffle with a determined look on his face. His brows were furrowed and he silently vowed to focus. He hurled it to Angelina Johnson and once he was rid of it, he looked down, he too, scowled at the girls.
Johnson streaked through the Slytherin chasers, but dropped the quaffle when Bole ruthlessly aimed the bludger at her face. Kate Le Fay smiled at how great those guys could be sometimes. The quaffle fell into the waiting arms of Katie Bell, but the Slytherins were at no loss for effort, Derrick, who was directly above her, hammered the other bludger down and knocked her broom off course. That was all Flint needed to punch the quaffle out of the cradle of her arms. It sailed up and he caught it, sending it back up to Warrington, who was waiting by the goals. He tossed it back to Flint who had come shooting full speed at the goal. Flint spun around to smash it in with his broomtail, but Wood tipped it with his fingers and it narrowly missed the goal.
Up above them, Potter and Malfoy were taunting each other. Potter doing quite a job of ignoring him. Ignoring Draco Malfoy was no easy feat, Ravyn would tell you.
Just then, a flash of gold appeared thirty feet from the ground on the Slytherin side. Potter tore after it, but Malfoy, who was in the middle of the punch line of another anti-Potter joke, failed to notice. He took off after Potter, but saw that the other boy was far ahead. He pushed his Nimbus to go faster, but Potter's Firebolt was ages ahead of him.
The snitch went down to about ten feet off of the ground and Potter dove after it. He was about forty feet away. He glanced down on the pitch, and met eyes with Xanne Malloy, who was below him and a bit in font of him. She then, once having his eyes locked on hers, began to adjust her top, making sure that just the right amount was showing. He gasped and felt his palms moisten again. Despite his efforts to grip the broom, his hands slipped. Instead of hitting his face on the broom, he slipped off the side entirely and directly onto the girl, who had no time to move.
"Oh, Blimey," he said, blushing so much he began to look like a Weasley. "I'm.I'm."
He didn't have a chance to finish. The stadium had erupted into cheers and hisses as Draco Malfoy, clutching the snitch, took a victory lap with the rest of the Slytherin team.
"Slytherin wins, one hundred and sixty points to zero," Professor McGonagall announced, Lee Jordan was too appalled to speak.
"It's alright," Xanne assured him, looking into his bright green eyes and smiling warmly. "There is just one thing, though."
"Anything," he said immediately, breathing the odor of mint toothpaste into her face.
"Not that I mind or anything, but I should be going back with the girls."
"So?" he looked adorably unenlightened.
"So, would you mind getting off of me now?" she smirked, looking up into his eyes again, it was just so hard to look away from them.
The other girls saw this scene from across the field where they had convened. They all grinned, as Potter lay directly on top of their friend. About a minute after they had collided, they finally stood up, Potter helped Xanne to her feet and began walking away.
"You should make a habit of this," Xanne called to his retreating back.
"A habit of what?" he said after turning slightly.
"A habit of falling on me." She grinned at him, adjusting her top for real this time, making sure that too much wasn't showing.
"Will do," Potter blushed and picked up his broomstick from where it had fallen about twenty feet away.
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[Just had to have some fluffy Xanne/Harry interaction]
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Chapter IV: The Quidditch Match
They stood there, patiently waiting. Then, the commentator, a Gryffindor of course, came onto the megaphone.
"For the first game of the season, we have GRYFFINDOR!" the stadium was filled with tumultuous applause. The girls rolled their eyes. "And Slytherin." The Slytherin section of the stadium applauded at least. The Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws all hissed.
"When will they learn, that that is just as good as cheering us on?" said Slaine, making sure her skirt was high enough.
"I give you the Gryffindors! Bell, Spinnet, Johnson, Weasley, Weasley, Wood aaand.Potter!" The Gryffindors began to chant loudly. The cheer-chicks smirked. There was only so many times 'Go, go, Gryffindor' could be uttered before it lost its intensity.'
"And the Slytherins," he said in an evil sounding voice, hissing when he had finished. "Montague, Warrington, Flint, Pucey, Derrick, Bole and Malfoy."
"Jordan!" snapped Professor McGonagall angrily.
Meanwhile, the girls had burst into action. They spread out on the field below the game as the two teams assembled in their starting positions above in the air. Persephone, Ai, Xanne and Calypso fixed innocent gazes on their Gryffindors as they licked their lips and shrugged their shoulders.
The two Weasleys almost dropped their beaters' clubs, Wood's jaw dropped and Harry Potter's palms must have begun to sweat because his hands slipped off of his broom handle and he fell forward and hit his face on it. The girls kept their professional style, though they all longed to laugh.
It was then, that Madam Hooch released the bludgers and the golden snitch. Malfoy was able have it in his sights for a few seconds before it darted away. Potter was oblivious to that and the fact that a bludger had rocketed dangerously close to his head.
"I want a nice, clean game," Hooch yelled up at them, before turning her head towards Flint. "From all of you!"
She bent her knees and sent the quaffle sailing high above her head and right into the arms of Gryffindor chaser Alicia Spinnet. Before the Slytherins could argue that this clearly signaled favoritism, Spinnet tore off towards the goal. She dropped the quaffle down to Bell who looped around the goal posts and passed it forward to Johnson.well, at least it was meant for Johnson. Warrington knocked it out of its trajectory and it landed neatly into the outstretched arms of Alexander Montague.
Montague passed it to Flint who urged his broom faster towards the Gryffindor goal posts. Fred Weasley aimed wound up his arm to pelt a bludger full speed at Flint, but at that precise moment, Ai had chosen to drop her wand. She bent to pick it up and the bludger that came flying at Weasley was not hit, Weasley was the one that was hit. He rolled over in mid air on his broom and rubbed his arm before he scowled at the girl on the grass. She merely shrugged her shoulders and smiled in an inculpable way.
Flint had managed to get within the scoring area before the Gryffindor chasers were on him. He roughly passed the quaffle to Warrington who flicked his eyes down towards the girl below him in a deliberate gesture. Wood looked down too, finding Persephone winking up at him, He took one hand off of his broom and prepared to tell Warrington off. Warrington took advantage of this moment and flung the quaffle through the goal to Wood's right, and Lee Jordan's voice rang out, sounding quite disappointed.
"Cassius Warrington scores, ten points to Slytherin."
Wood recovered the quaffle with a determined look on his face. His brows were furrowed and he silently vowed to focus. He hurled it to Angelina Johnson and once he was rid of it, he looked down, he too, scowled at the girls.
Johnson streaked through the Slytherin chasers, but dropped the quaffle when Bole ruthlessly aimed the bludger at her face. Kate Le Fay smiled at how great those guys could be sometimes. The quaffle fell into the waiting arms of Katie Bell, but the Slytherins were at no loss for effort, Derrick, who was directly above her, hammered the other bludger down and knocked her broom off course. That was all Flint needed to punch the quaffle out of the cradle of her arms. It sailed up and he caught it, sending it back up to Warrington, who was waiting by the goals. He tossed it back to Flint who had come shooting full speed at the goal. Flint spun around to smash it in with his broomtail, but Wood tipped it with his fingers and it narrowly missed the goal.
Up above them, Potter and Malfoy were taunting each other. Potter doing quite a job of ignoring him. Ignoring Draco Malfoy was no easy feat, Ravyn would tell you.
Just then, a flash of gold appeared thirty feet from the ground on the Slytherin side. Potter tore after it, but Malfoy, who was in the middle of the punch line of another anti-Potter joke, failed to notice. He took off after Potter, but saw that the other boy was far ahead. He pushed his Nimbus to go faster, but Potter's Firebolt was ages ahead of him.
The snitch went down to about ten feet off of the ground and Potter dove after it. He was about forty feet away. He glanced down on the pitch, and met eyes with Xanne Malloy, who was below him and a bit in font of him. She then, once having his eyes locked on hers, began to adjust her top, making sure that just the right amount was showing. He gasped and felt his palms moisten again. Despite his efforts to grip the broom, his hands slipped. Instead of hitting his face on the broom, he slipped off the side entirely and directly onto the girl, who had no time to move.
"Oh, Blimey," he said, blushing so much he began to look like a Weasley. "I'm.I'm."
He didn't have a chance to finish. The stadium had erupted into cheers and hisses as Draco Malfoy, clutching the snitch, took a victory lap with the rest of the Slytherin team.
"Slytherin wins, one hundred and sixty points to zero," Professor McGonagall announced, Lee Jordan was too appalled to speak.
"It's alright," Xanne assured him, looking into his bright green eyes and smiling warmly. "There is just one thing, though."
"Anything," he said immediately, breathing the odor of mint toothpaste into her face.
"Not that I mind or anything, but I should be going back with the girls."
"So?" he looked adorably unenlightened.
"So, would you mind getting off of me now?" she smirked, looking up into his eyes again, it was just so hard to look away from them.
The other girls saw this scene from across the field where they had convened. They all grinned, as Potter lay directly on top of their friend. About a minute after they had collided, they finally stood up, Potter helped Xanne to her feet and began walking away.
"You should make a habit of this," Xanne called to his retreating back.
"A habit of what?" he said after turning slightly.
"A habit of falling on me." She grinned at him, adjusting her top for real this time, making sure that too much wasn't showing.
"Will do," Potter blushed and picked up his broomstick from where it had fallen about twenty feet away.
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[Just had to have some fluffy Xanne/Harry interaction]