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Chapter 27- Gryffindor v Ravenclaw
After everyone had stopped talking about the attack three weeks ago, they had found a new topic of conversation- Draco Malfoy. He had suddenly started acting very strangely, which nobody in the school failed to notice. He didn't talk to any of the Slytherins anymore; and he had insulted no one in three weeks. When several Ravenclaw seventh years had made some snide remarks about his father, who had been caught and was currently in Azkaban, he actually laughed and agreed with them.
Crabbe and Goyle, who were usually found wherever Draco was, were now to be found wandering around aimlessly as if they didn't know what to do with themselves. If they got within three feet of Draco, he would tell them where to get off. And, one potions lesson, he had actually backed up Seamus Finnegan when he had been claiming that it was Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode who had been talking, not he and Dean Thomas.
The only person Draco Malfoy had been seen talking to properly was his sister, Leonora, who was seen with him most of the time, and Daphne Granger, who was always with her. There was much talk about the future of the Malfoy children- a week after the arrest of Lucius Malfoy, it was discovered that their mother, Narcissa, had ran away without a trace.
Draco and Leonora didn't seem to mind too much that their mother had just up and left them, what they were worried about was what would happen to them during the summer holidays. Where would they go? However, nobody seemed to know.
The occasion that probably sparked the most rumour, however, happened about two weeks after the attack, in the library. Ron Weasley had just been walking through the door when he bumped into Draco with a loud, painful sounding thud. The audience (students supposed to be working in the library) waited with bated breath for a fight to begin. However, what they got was a conversation that went something like this:
"Sorry Ron."
"No- sorry, it was my fault, didn't watch where I was going."
"No problem. See you later."
"Bye."
The story was around the school within hours.
With all these rumours flying around, no one was very surprised to see that when Gryffindor played Ravenclaw, Draco was sitting with his sister in a stand that held a lot of Gryffindors.
"How long has it been now?" Daphne asked, rubbing her hands together for warmth. It was a freezing cold, windy February Saturday, but the entire school had turned out for the match. If Gryffindor won, they would win the Quidditch cup for the second year, and if they lost, it was Slytherin's. The match was one of the longest many of the students had ever seen played at Hogwarts. The score was 560 to 130, in favour of Gryffindor, but there hadn't been any sign of the snitch the entire match.
"Almost two and a half hours now." Hermione answered, quickly stuffing her hand back into her pocket after looking at her watch. Her newspaper, which she had had delivered just before the match started and she had, for some reason, brought down to the match with her, was sticking out of the pocket.
"Is this match ever going to end?" Lori grumbled, wrapping her scarf more tightly round her neck. "Oh, come on!" Hermione suddenly said, shifting from one foot to the other. She seemed very eager for this match to finish, though she told no one why. Lori sighed. "I this match ever going to end?" She repeated.
"Stop complaining." Draco said. He was sitting with his feet up on the seat in front of him, trying not to listen to the three girls moan about the best game in the World. He didn't seem to be cheering for either side, though if Gryffindor lost he would be among the team to win. When Daphne pointed this out to him, he just shrugged.
"I don't really care if we win to tell the truth- I'm being re-sorted next year." He said. Daphne, Lori and Hermione all stopped watching the game to stare at him instead. "You're what?" Lori gasped. Draco shrugged again. "Well, Dumbledore knows that I was only put in Slytherin because I demanded to be as soon as the hat touched my head."
"That's true." Hermione said, nodding. "I remember you being sorted- the hat had barely skimmed your hair before it shouted Slytherin." Draco nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and Dumbledore says that the hat's been grumbling about me for the past five years, about how I'm not Slytherin material, so he's decided I can be re-sorted."
There was suddenly a loud gasp and all the Gryffindors jumped to their feet. Hermione, Daphne, Lori and Draco jumped up to find out what was going on and saw Harry diving steeply in the middle of the pitch, the Ravenclaw seeker, Cho Chang, hard on his heels. The rest of the players had stopped playing to watch what was happening as the next moment Harry tumbled off his broom, feet from the ground, the Golden Snitch in his hand.
The roar from the crowds was deafening as the stands simply erupted. The Gryffindor team were on the ground surrounding Harry, hugging him tightly, within seconds. None of them even got off their brooms. The Gryffindors were all running onto the pitch- Hermione had started running down the steps to the field as soon as Harry caught the Snitch- most of them sending red and gold sparks into the air with their wands, and soon it was like a fireworks display.
Daphne and Lori were hugging each other, crying their eyes out, and Draco shrugged, "Oh well." He said, trying not to grin. Having to accept the Quidditch cup with that bunch of 'people' he called his team mates would have been one of his worst nightmares.
Hermione was among the first to reach the Gryffindor team, and she ran straight up to Harry and Ron and hugged them. How she managed to hug both of them at the same time was beyond anyone- they were standing a couple of feet apart and Ron was still on his broom- but she managed it. Then, suddenly, she whipped out her newspaper and waved it at them.
"Your Dad's Minister! He's the Minister!!!" She yelled at Ron, starting to cry with happiness. Ron stared at the front page of the Daily Prophet, which displayed a large, moving picture of Arthur Weasley's shocked face as he was told the results of the vote. Harry yelled something incoherent and grabbed the paper off of Hermione, who was hugging Ron (who looked like he was fighting back tears) again.
There wasn't time to celebrate- the Gryffindor team were borne away by the crowd towards the podium that held the Quidditch cup. Fred and George noticed that Ron had tears in his eyes, and started to laugh. "It's nothing to cry about mate." Fred said. Ron grinned at him. "Dad's been voted in. He won!" He yelled over the noise of the crowd. Fred and George stared at him; unable to say anything- you could see in their faces they were too happy to speak.
The crowd watched as Dumbledore passed the cup to Harry who was grinning from ear to ear. Amongst them, Hermione had told Ginny about her father, and now she was sobbing onto Lisa's shoulder and trying to applaud at the same time. The news that Arthur Weasley was the new Minister of Magic was travelling through the crowd at lightning speed, and that, combined with the fact the Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch cup, meant that when they raised the silver cup in the air it caused a roar from the crowd that shook the very foundations of Hogwarts castle.
One more chapter to go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, I'm going to tell you now that I'm not going to upload it until I've got a name for this thing- so please, please, please, please, HELP ME WITH A TITLE!
Chapter 27- Gryffindor v Ravenclaw
After everyone had stopped talking about the attack three weeks ago, they had found a new topic of conversation- Draco Malfoy. He had suddenly started acting very strangely, which nobody in the school failed to notice. He didn't talk to any of the Slytherins anymore; and he had insulted no one in three weeks. When several Ravenclaw seventh years had made some snide remarks about his father, who had been caught and was currently in Azkaban, he actually laughed and agreed with them.
Crabbe and Goyle, who were usually found wherever Draco was, were now to be found wandering around aimlessly as if they didn't know what to do with themselves. If they got within three feet of Draco, he would tell them where to get off. And, one potions lesson, he had actually backed up Seamus Finnegan when he had been claiming that it was Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode who had been talking, not he and Dean Thomas.
The only person Draco Malfoy had been seen talking to properly was his sister, Leonora, who was seen with him most of the time, and Daphne Granger, who was always with her. There was much talk about the future of the Malfoy children- a week after the arrest of Lucius Malfoy, it was discovered that their mother, Narcissa, had ran away without a trace.
Draco and Leonora didn't seem to mind too much that their mother had just up and left them, what they were worried about was what would happen to them during the summer holidays. Where would they go? However, nobody seemed to know.
The occasion that probably sparked the most rumour, however, happened about two weeks after the attack, in the library. Ron Weasley had just been walking through the door when he bumped into Draco with a loud, painful sounding thud. The audience (students supposed to be working in the library) waited with bated breath for a fight to begin. However, what they got was a conversation that went something like this:
"Sorry Ron."
"No- sorry, it was my fault, didn't watch where I was going."
"No problem. See you later."
"Bye."
The story was around the school within hours.
With all these rumours flying around, no one was very surprised to see that when Gryffindor played Ravenclaw, Draco was sitting with his sister in a stand that held a lot of Gryffindors.
"How long has it been now?" Daphne asked, rubbing her hands together for warmth. It was a freezing cold, windy February Saturday, but the entire school had turned out for the match. If Gryffindor won, they would win the Quidditch cup for the second year, and if they lost, it was Slytherin's. The match was one of the longest many of the students had ever seen played at Hogwarts. The score was 560 to 130, in favour of Gryffindor, but there hadn't been any sign of the snitch the entire match.
"Almost two and a half hours now." Hermione answered, quickly stuffing her hand back into her pocket after looking at her watch. Her newspaper, which she had had delivered just before the match started and she had, for some reason, brought down to the match with her, was sticking out of the pocket.
"Is this match ever going to end?" Lori grumbled, wrapping her scarf more tightly round her neck. "Oh, come on!" Hermione suddenly said, shifting from one foot to the other. She seemed very eager for this match to finish, though she told no one why. Lori sighed. "I this match ever going to end?" She repeated.
"Stop complaining." Draco said. He was sitting with his feet up on the seat in front of him, trying not to listen to the three girls moan about the best game in the World. He didn't seem to be cheering for either side, though if Gryffindor lost he would be among the team to win. When Daphne pointed this out to him, he just shrugged.
"I don't really care if we win to tell the truth- I'm being re-sorted next year." He said. Daphne, Lori and Hermione all stopped watching the game to stare at him instead. "You're what?" Lori gasped. Draco shrugged again. "Well, Dumbledore knows that I was only put in Slytherin because I demanded to be as soon as the hat touched my head."
"That's true." Hermione said, nodding. "I remember you being sorted- the hat had barely skimmed your hair before it shouted Slytherin." Draco nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and Dumbledore says that the hat's been grumbling about me for the past five years, about how I'm not Slytherin material, so he's decided I can be re-sorted."
There was suddenly a loud gasp and all the Gryffindors jumped to their feet. Hermione, Daphne, Lori and Draco jumped up to find out what was going on and saw Harry diving steeply in the middle of the pitch, the Ravenclaw seeker, Cho Chang, hard on his heels. The rest of the players had stopped playing to watch what was happening as the next moment Harry tumbled off his broom, feet from the ground, the Golden Snitch in his hand.
The roar from the crowds was deafening as the stands simply erupted. The Gryffindor team were on the ground surrounding Harry, hugging him tightly, within seconds. None of them even got off their brooms. The Gryffindors were all running onto the pitch- Hermione had started running down the steps to the field as soon as Harry caught the Snitch- most of them sending red and gold sparks into the air with their wands, and soon it was like a fireworks display.
Daphne and Lori were hugging each other, crying their eyes out, and Draco shrugged, "Oh well." He said, trying not to grin. Having to accept the Quidditch cup with that bunch of 'people' he called his team mates would have been one of his worst nightmares.
Hermione was among the first to reach the Gryffindor team, and she ran straight up to Harry and Ron and hugged them. How she managed to hug both of them at the same time was beyond anyone- they were standing a couple of feet apart and Ron was still on his broom- but she managed it. Then, suddenly, she whipped out her newspaper and waved it at them.
"Your Dad's Minister! He's the Minister!!!" She yelled at Ron, starting to cry with happiness. Ron stared at the front page of the Daily Prophet, which displayed a large, moving picture of Arthur Weasley's shocked face as he was told the results of the vote. Harry yelled something incoherent and grabbed the paper off of Hermione, who was hugging Ron (who looked like he was fighting back tears) again.
There wasn't time to celebrate- the Gryffindor team were borne away by the crowd towards the podium that held the Quidditch cup. Fred and George noticed that Ron had tears in his eyes, and started to laugh. "It's nothing to cry about mate." Fred said. Ron grinned at him. "Dad's been voted in. He won!" He yelled over the noise of the crowd. Fred and George stared at him; unable to say anything- you could see in their faces they were too happy to speak.
The crowd watched as Dumbledore passed the cup to Harry who was grinning from ear to ear. Amongst them, Hermione had told Ginny about her father, and now she was sobbing onto Lisa's shoulder and trying to applaud at the same time. The news that Arthur Weasley was the new Minister of Magic was travelling through the crowd at lightning speed, and that, combined with the fact the Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch cup, meant that when they raised the silver cup in the air it caused a roar from the crowd that shook the very foundations of Hogwarts castle.
One more chapter to go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, I'm going to tell you now that I'm not going to upload it until I've got a name for this thing- so please, please, please, please, HELP ME WITH A TITLE!