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To my reviewers: Thank to Kitycat87, CatalinaRose, Redbug, ice-goddess007, fairykissedprincess, Nepherei, K. E. O'Malley (I was wondering if anyone would spot that! Good job you get an A+, anyway I totally forgot about the Mauraders Map until after I had submitted the first chapter!! I'll have to go back one day when I have time and re-write it, or edit it to put something about that in. For right now you'll just have to come up with whatever reason you can think of. Maybe a teacher confiscated it from Harry!?), Cassandra Anthemyst (for an answer to your question, no didn't get my idea for the love letter Ginny wrote from the other fic you were talking about. Drat! I was hoping my story wouldn't be like anyone else's! ::sigh:: such is life!
I love you guys! This chapter's for you!
Piercing the Darkness
Chapter 4 Battle of the Seekers (I know, the chapter title sucks! sorry i was having a total brain block and couldn't think of anything better!)
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The next morning, in the Great Hall, Ginny sat sulkily pushing her food around her plate. She hadn't spoken to anyone that morning. She just wasn't in the mood. Not after last night. Not after Malfoy. Harry stood up. He was wearing his Quidittch robes, just like all of the other players on the Gryffindor team. The only difference was that Harry's had a little patch on his that said 'Gryffindor Captain'. He had been made captain in his fifth year. Ron was also wearing Quidditch robes. He had gotten on the team, as a chaser shortly after Harry had been made captain. Ginny supposed Ron had gotten on the team because Harry was captain
"I think I'll head down to the field. I'm gonna check out the ground and weather. Are you coming Ron?" Harry asked.
"I'll- be there- in a minute." Ron replied between huge bites of food. He was the only player who seemed to be eating. The rest of them looked to worried or nervous to even think about eating.
"All right then. Hermione do you want to walk down there with me?"
"Sure!" Hermione said happily. She jumped up and followed Harry out of the room without a backward glance.
Ginny had never seen Hermione so happy. When they were together, all Hermione wanted to talk about was Harry. It got a bit bothersome after a while, but Ginny listened all the same. She knew Hermione was in love. You could see it every time she looked at Harry.
Ron threw the pair a disgruntled look, but continued wolfing down his meal. After he finished his last bite, and had drunk some pumpkin juice to wash it all down, he looked up at Ginny. He had noticed how unsociable she was being this morning.
"Cheer up Ginny. We're playing Slytherin today. Don't you want to see us kick some Malfoy butt?"
Ginny frowned. She had forgotten that they played Slytherin the first game of the season. She had purposefully waited until Malfoy had finished eating his breakfast and left before coming into the Great Hall. The last thing she wanted to do was watch him fly around on his stupid broomstick.
"I don't feel so well today. I think I'll just go lie up in my dormitory for a while." She said.
"Aw Ginny, don't do that. Some fresh air will do you some good." Ron said.
Ginny didn't think air that Malfoy was flying around in would do her any good at all.
"Come on, you're the only sibling I have at Hogwarts now, my only support! I've got to have someone out there supporting me!"
She hardly believed that. Not after the other night, when she saw him and Lavender Brown snogging on the couch in the Common Room. No, Ron would have Lavender out there supporting him.
"Sorry Ron. I know you'll be great." Ginny said while clutching her forehead, faking a headache.
"Okay. Go and get some rest then. I'll check on you later." He stood up.
"Bye. Good luck." Ginny told him.
"Thanks. I think I ate too much." And with a loud belch, he walked off, finally leaving Ginny alone.
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Ginny was the last person in the Great Hall. She had been sitting there for quite a long time. All of the other students had happily left the hall, chattering amongst themselves, cheerily anticipating the game. Ginny greatly wished that she were walking with some of her friends, without a care on her mind, to watch Slytherin and Malfoy being flattened by Gryffindor. She wondered if she would ever get over what happened last night. She had finally convinced herself that she had not liked what happened between Malfoy and herself. But doubt quietly grew in the back of her mind. Doubt that wouldn't seem to go away. It led to much uneasiness.
Ginny looked down into her glass of pumpkin juice. Her reflection stared gloomily back up at her from its orange, glossy surface. She tried smiling. It looked fake and forced. She couldn't go on like this. She had to grow up. Relearn how to smile. Get over Malfoy. And if that doesn't work- kill him.
With much determination Ginny stood up, walked out of the Great Hall, through the Entrance Hall and out the huge, double front doors. She heard cheers coming from the pitch, and as she got closer she could see little dots flying high up in the sky. She could also hear Dean Thomas announcing. Dean had taken over commentary after Lee Jordan graduated.
"-seekers are still restlessly searching for the snitch. Slytherin chaser Synder has the quaffle- he's headed towards the Gryffindor goalpost where Lars Findley waits- Aw, dangit, the Slytherins score. Making it 60 to 40 Gryffindor."
There was a large moan heard from the Gryffindors through all of the Slytherins yelling and cheering.
"The quaffle is now in the possession of Ron Weasley- he throws it to Parvati Patil- ohhh!!! Cheaters!!! Stinking Slytherin Pansy Parkinson deliberately yanked some of Parvati's hair out!"
Ginny was in full view of the field now, and was able to see what was going on in the game. Pansy seemed to have a great chunk of hair in her hand- apparently she had come up behind Parvati and grabbed her hair, causing Parvati to drop the quaffle.
"Slytherin Chaser Montague has the quaffle- he passes it to Synder- ohh! Harry speeds towards the ground! He must have seen the snitch!"
Ginny watched breathlessly as the blur that was Harry dived. Malfoy came zooming out of nowhere, and was close on Harry's tail. He was gaining on Harry, practically right beside him. They reached out for the snitch at the same time, both refusing to pull up as the ground got dangerously close. Harry had barely closed his hand down over the snitch when Malfoy lunged forward trying to knock Harry's hand out of the way, but he lost his balance and fell into Harry. They both tumbled to the ground in a red and green haze. Since they had already been so close, they hadn't fallen a great amount of distance, and they seemed to be all right. 'Not that I care if Malfoy is okay or not.' Ginny reminded herself. Harry pushed Malfoy off himself and triumphantly stood up, the golden snitch clutched in his fist.
"Yes! Harry's got the snitch!" Dean shouted. "How much gold did you pay to get on that team Malfoy? I bet they're not too happy with you right now! HAHA!"
Ginny cheered along with the Gryffindors as the rest of the team flew down to hug and slap Harry on the back. Hermione came tearing across the field and planted a kiss on Harry's lips. But Ginny wasn't watching them; she was watching Malfoy. He was roughly brushing dirt off his robes, shooting Harry expressions of intense hate. The seventh year Slytherin Captain, Buck Synder flew down to Malfoy and started yelling in his face. Malfoy yelled something back at him and angrily walked off. He was headed straight at Ginny, although he didn't seem to have noticed. Ginny firmly stood where she was. She was not going to move out of the way for him. Malfoy continued walking towards her, staring down at his feet and muttering things under his breath. He finally looked up, just as he bumped into Ginny.
"Wow, What a great game!" Ginny said in a sweet, innocent voice.
Malfoy's startled face quickly clouded over.
"Get out of the way." He muttered. And without waiting for Ginny to move he walked past her, bumping her shoulder in the process.
Ginny rubbed her shoulder as she watched Malfoy walk away. Why did she feel so awful inside?
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Draco slammed the door to his dorm shut, and used a powerful spell to lock it. He felt absolutely miserable. He had once again let his house down by letting Potter beat them in quidittich, and he still couldn't believe that he had made out with Ginny Weasley. What had come over him? What had he been thinking? And what made it worse, was that he was very willing to do it all over again.
He took off his quidittich robes just as an owl tapped on the window. Draco went over and let it in. It was a beautiful eagle owl, his family owl. He importantly perched himself on the back of a chair, and promptly stuck his leg out. Draco untied the letter that was attached to it, without even bothering to stroke or complement the owl. It squawked, ruffled its feathers and took flight out of the window. Draco sighed as he recognized his father's handwriting. How much more wretched could this day get?
To Be Continued.
A/N: Tell me what you think! Ask me questions, give advice, or opinions. I love all reviews!
To my reviewers: Thank to Kitycat87, CatalinaRose, Redbug, ice-goddess007, fairykissedprincess, Nepherei, K. E. O'Malley (I was wondering if anyone would spot that! Good job you get an A+, anyway I totally forgot about the Mauraders Map until after I had submitted the first chapter!! I'll have to go back one day when I have time and re-write it, or edit it to put something about that in. For right now you'll just have to come up with whatever reason you can think of. Maybe a teacher confiscated it from Harry!?), Cassandra Anthemyst (for an answer to your question, no didn't get my idea for the love letter Ginny wrote from the other fic you were talking about. Drat! I was hoping my story wouldn't be like anyone else's! ::sigh:: such is life!
I love you guys! This chapter's for you!
Piercing the Darkness
Chapter 4 Battle of the Seekers (I know, the chapter title sucks! sorry i was having a total brain block and couldn't think of anything better!)
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The next morning, in the Great Hall, Ginny sat sulkily pushing her food around her plate. She hadn't spoken to anyone that morning. She just wasn't in the mood. Not after last night. Not after Malfoy. Harry stood up. He was wearing his Quidittch robes, just like all of the other players on the Gryffindor team. The only difference was that Harry's had a little patch on his that said 'Gryffindor Captain'. He had been made captain in his fifth year. Ron was also wearing Quidditch robes. He had gotten on the team, as a chaser shortly after Harry had been made captain. Ginny supposed Ron had gotten on the team because Harry was captain
"I think I'll head down to the field. I'm gonna check out the ground and weather. Are you coming Ron?" Harry asked.
"I'll- be there- in a minute." Ron replied between huge bites of food. He was the only player who seemed to be eating. The rest of them looked to worried or nervous to even think about eating.
"All right then. Hermione do you want to walk down there with me?"
"Sure!" Hermione said happily. She jumped up and followed Harry out of the room without a backward glance.
Ginny had never seen Hermione so happy. When they were together, all Hermione wanted to talk about was Harry. It got a bit bothersome after a while, but Ginny listened all the same. She knew Hermione was in love. You could see it every time she looked at Harry.
Ron threw the pair a disgruntled look, but continued wolfing down his meal. After he finished his last bite, and had drunk some pumpkin juice to wash it all down, he looked up at Ginny. He had noticed how unsociable she was being this morning.
"Cheer up Ginny. We're playing Slytherin today. Don't you want to see us kick some Malfoy butt?"
Ginny frowned. She had forgotten that they played Slytherin the first game of the season. She had purposefully waited until Malfoy had finished eating his breakfast and left before coming into the Great Hall. The last thing she wanted to do was watch him fly around on his stupid broomstick.
"I don't feel so well today. I think I'll just go lie up in my dormitory for a while." She said.
"Aw Ginny, don't do that. Some fresh air will do you some good." Ron said.
Ginny didn't think air that Malfoy was flying around in would do her any good at all.
"Come on, you're the only sibling I have at Hogwarts now, my only support! I've got to have someone out there supporting me!"
She hardly believed that. Not after the other night, when she saw him and Lavender Brown snogging on the couch in the Common Room. No, Ron would have Lavender out there supporting him.
"Sorry Ron. I know you'll be great." Ginny said while clutching her forehead, faking a headache.
"Okay. Go and get some rest then. I'll check on you later." He stood up.
"Bye. Good luck." Ginny told him.
"Thanks. I think I ate too much." And with a loud belch, he walked off, finally leaving Ginny alone.
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Ginny was the last person in the Great Hall. She had been sitting there for quite a long time. All of the other students had happily left the hall, chattering amongst themselves, cheerily anticipating the game. Ginny greatly wished that she were walking with some of her friends, without a care on her mind, to watch Slytherin and Malfoy being flattened by Gryffindor. She wondered if she would ever get over what happened last night. She had finally convinced herself that she had not liked what happened between Malfoy and herself. But doubt quietly grew in the back of her mind. Doubt that wouldn't seem to go away. It led to much uneasiness.
Ginny looked down into her glass of pumpkin juice. Her reflection stared gloomily back up at her from its orange, glossy surface. She tried smiling. It looked fake and forced. She couldn't go on like this. She had to grow up. Relearn how to smile. Get over Malfoy. And if that doesn't work- kill him.
With much determination Ginny stood up, walked out of the Great Hall, through the Entrance Hall and out the huge, double front doors. She heard cheers coming from the pitch, and as she got closer she could see little dots flying high up in the sky. She could also hear Dean Thomas announcing. Dean had taken over commentary after Lee Jordan graduated.
"-seekers are still restlessly searching for the snitch. Slytherin chaser Synder has the quaffle- he's headed towards the Gryffindor goalpost where Lars Findley waits- Aw, dangit, the Slytherins score. Making it 60 to 40 Gryffindor."
There was a large moan heard from the Gryffindors through all of the Slytherins yelling and cheering.
"The quaffle is now in the possession of Ron Weasley- he throws it to Parvati Patil- ohhh!!! Cheaters!!! Stinking Slytherin Pansy Parkinson deliberately yanked some of Parvati's hair out!"
Ginny was in full view of the field now, and was able to see what was going on in the game. Pansy seemed to have a great chunk of hair in her hand- apparently she had come up behind Parvati and grabbed her hair, causing Parvati to drop the quaffle.
"Slytherin Chaser Montague has the quaffle- he passes it to Synder- ohh! Harry speeds towards the ground! He must have seen the snitch!"
Ginny watched breathlessly as the blur that was Harry dived. Malfoy came zooming out of nowhere, and was close on Harry's tail. He was gaining on Harry, practically right beside him. They reached out for the snitch at the same time, both refusing to pull up as the ground got dangerously close. Harry had barely closed his hand down over the snitch when Malfoy lunged forward trying to knock Harry's hand out of the way, but he lost his balance and fell into Harry. They both tumbled to the ground in a red and green haze. Since they had already been so close, they hadn't fallen a great amount of distance, and they seemed to be all right. 'Not that I care if Malfoy is okay or not.' Ginny reminded herself. Harry pushed Malfoy off himself and triumphantly stood up, the golden snitch clutched in his fist.
"Yes! Harry's got the snitch!" Dean shouted. "How much gold did you pay to get on that team Malfoy? I bet they're not too happy with you right now! HAHA!"
Ginny cheered along with the Gryffindors as the rest of the team flew down to hug and slap Harry on the back. Hermione came tearing across the field and planted a kiss on Harry's lips. But Ginny wasn't watching them; she was watching Malfoy. He was roughly brushing dirt off his robes, shooting Harry expressions of intense hate. The seventh year Slytherin Captain, Buck Synder flew down to Malfoy and started yelling in his face. Malfoy yelled something back at him and angrily walked off. He was headed straight at Ginny, although he didn't seem to have noticed. Ginny firmly stood where she was. She was not going to move out of the way for him. Malfoy continued walking towards her, staring down at his feet and muttering things under his breath. He finally looked up, just as he bumped into Ginny.
"Wow, What a great game!" Ginny said in a sweet, innocent voice.
Malfoy's startled face quickly clouded over.
"Get out of the way." He muttered. And without waiting for Ginny to move he walked past her, bumping her shoulder in the process.
Ginny rubbed her shoulder as she watched Malfoy walk away. Why did she feel so awful inside?
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Draco slammed the door to his dorm shut, and used a powerful spell to lock it. He felt absolutely miserable. He had once again let his house down by letting Potter beat them in quidittich, and he still couldn't believe that he had made out with Ginny Weasley. What had come over him? What had he been thinking? And what made it worse, was that he was very willing to do it all over again.
He took off his quidittich robes just as an owl tapped on the window. Draco went over and let it in. It was a beautiful eagle owl, his family owl. He importantly perched himself on the back of a chair, and promptly stuck his leg out. Draco untied the letter that was attached to it, without even bothering to stroke or complement the owl. It squawked, ruffled its feathers and took flight out of the window. Draco sighed as he recognized his father's handwriting. How much more wretched could this day get?
To Be Continued.
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