Authors Note: This time I have a really good excuse for not getting this up sooner, I was on vacation and I never write well on trips... especially when there was so much good food!
P.S. I changed the font to 'Times New Roman'... any objections?
Chapter 4: A Chance for the Cup?
This was it, the last game of the season and if Gryffindor won it meant victory for them, if they lost Slytherin would win the Cup for the first time in 2 years. Harry wished his team good luck and they walked out onto the muddy pitch, clothed in scarlet robes. When Slytherin was finally ready they rose into the air and Harry took flight high above the rest of the players. Harry tried his best to see through the blinding rain, even though he had enchanted his glasses to repel water it was still hard to see. The conditions were terrible and the other players were doing their best not to knock each other off their brooms... well Gryffindor was, but the Slytherin players were going out of their way to make a terrible time for Gryffindor. Twice Harry saw one of the Chasers, he couldn't tell who, miss penalty points, because of the rain.
Harry was just wondering how Gryffindor was going to get out of this mess (they were already behind 80 points!), when he saw it: the Golden Snitch! Right there, so close he could almost reach out and grab it! Then he saw him, Malfoy, sitting on his broom, having yet to notice the Snitch, and oblivious to the Bludger heading directly for his head! No one else was nearby, the rest of the players concentrating on seeing if Alicia Spinnet was going to score or not. "Malfoy!" Harry yelled, deciding he could afford to be nice to his enemy, for once. Draco jolted around just as the Bludger came into contact with his head, he was knocked clear off his broom. Harry dived after him, it shouldn't be too hard to catch him, thought Harry, maybe he'd even give the Slytherins a bit of a scare and drop him, cause it would be just as easy to catch him again. "Ahh!!!" it was Malfoy of course. "Be quiet!" yelled Harry back, "I'm going as fast as I can… Not!" "Potter you quit fooling around and rescue Malfoy now or I'll have your head!!!!" it was Snape, but at that moment Harry didn't mind his yelling at all, for he had just succeeded in giving Malfoy the scare he deserved and now they were safely back on the ground. " I am sorry, but this Quidditch match is over, there will be not Quidditch Cup this year!" said Professor Snape, not looking the least bit sorry. "But Snape," whined Malfoy, that orphan almost killed me!" Harry just smirked at Draco and walked into the changing rooms. He was sorry that there would be no Cup this year, now he wouldn't have the joy of seeing the looks on the Slytherins' faces when they were beaten, yet again. With a sigh Harry turned to address his teammates, and gave them an encouraging speech, ending it with: "There's always next years Cup!"
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Sorry that this one was short. Chapter 5 is definately going to be at least a little bit longer!