Hey people! Here's the 3rd chapter of my story! Enjoy and R&R ASAP please!
Chapter 3: The Fight on the Quidditch Pitch
Quidditch season had started, and as usual the Griffindor captain, now Angelina Johnson, was training her team harder than ever. "Our first match is with Slytherin guys, and you know how good they are," she reminded them.
"Nothing we can't beat though Angie," said Fred Weasley, laughing.
"Don't get so cocky Fred, anything can happen," Angelina snapped. "And don't call me Angie!"
"Calm down Angelina, we'll all cooperate with you, won't we guys?" soothed Harry.
"Yeah, we will," said the team, and they flew onto the pitch. Little did they know that Victoria was watching them from the stands, completely in awe of their skill and talent.
On the day of the match at breakfast, emotions were running high, and Harry was feeling the usual butterflies in his stomach. Malfoy was also trying to psyche him out from his house table, which did not help.
"Calm down Harry," said Ron. "You've flattened the Slytherins every time, there's no reason why you can't do it again!"
"Yeah, thanks Ron," said Harry, smiling nervously.
Victoria was the one who took Harry down to the change room when the time came. "You'll be fine Harry," she said reassuringly. That was when it happened. Alicia Spinnet came running in late, tripped over her own feet and landed flat on her side, snapping her arm in three places.
Alicia shrieked with pain. Angelina ran to her, took one look at her arm and aid, "There's no way she can play with that injury."
"But we can't forfeit the game!" Harry shouted. "We'd be the laughing stock of the school! There's got to be someone else!"
"I can do it," Victoria said quietly from the door. "I've been watching you practice, so I know all the rules and tactics, I can fly, and I have a broom."
"Are you sure?" said Angelina. "And what kind of boom is it?"
"I'll get it for you," she said, and opened one of the broom lockers near the door. From there she pulled out a glistening Firebolt. "Will this one do?"
"Victoria, that's a Firebolt, the crème de la crème of brooms!" sais Harry. "Of course it will do!"
"Right," said Angelina, suddenly business like. "Victoria, get into Alicia's robes, we can't waste any more time!"
"And here we are at the first Quidditch game of the season!" came Lee Jordan's voice over the roaring of the crowd. "The Griffindor team is coming onto the pitch, al the usual players, but wait…is that Victoria Dreanadia?!"
When Victoria flew onto the pitch, the whole crowd, including the Slytherin team, gasped.
"What's she doing here? She won't be able to fly!" sneered Malfoy.
"Too right," said the Slytherin captain. "Easy win today, eh?" They all snickered.
The same statement was going around the crowd. She can't fly, easy win for Slytherin!
Harry flew close to Victoria and whispered, "You can do it Victoria, just believe in yourself!" With a steely glint in her eyes, she nodded.
Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and the game began! Victoria darted in, grabbed the Quaffle, and sped towards the goalposts. She was small, light, and very fast.
"Goodness me, who would have thought our Australian friend could fly like that! Are you watching this Slytherin?" shouted Lee Jordan.
Yes indeed, the Slytherin team was watching Victoria with terror. She darted out of reach of their chasers and scored the first goal of the match to the crowd's screams. Harry and Malfoy were very impressed.
"Go Victoria, go!" yelled Harry. Malfoy however stayed silent. No matter how much he liked her, he could not cheer for a Griffindor.
About half an hour into the game, Harry and Malfoy saw the snitch at the same time. Since Harry had the better broom, he took the lead and had almost caught it when Malfoy kicked him in the stomach from underneath. Completely winded it was all too easy for Malfoy to catch the snitch, but instead the hatred for his rival took over, and he focussed on hitting Harry again and again!
Harry could hardly see; his vision was blocked by blood and green and silver Quidditch robes. Just as he was about to faint, Victoria saw them, and intervened by swooping into Malfoy and banging him as hard as she could off course. "Get away Harry!" she yelled, and turned to face Malfoy.
"You leave him alone Malfoy," she said dangerously. "You could have easily caught the snitch then, but you hung onto your own stupid pride and now it's lost! There was absolutely no need to pick a fight with Harry!"
"So what?" retorted Malfoy. "It was worth it just to see him suffer. Ooh, it felt good to make him bleed!"
"Hah! So it's true what they say about you then Malfoy! You are the meanest, lowest form of life that ever walked the planet! And to think that I liked and trusted you! I should have listened to Harry!" Victoria shouted.
"Ah, so you have the hots for Saint Potter, do you?" Malfoy mocked. "I should have seen it when you saved his scrawny neck back then!"
"I'm not in love with Harry, and he'd have done the same for me!"
"Typical for a skanky mud blood like you to deny it, Dreanadia!" he yelled. "I can't believe I loved such a filthy shrew!"
At that moment, all Victoria felt was blind rage, hatred, and betrayal. He had called her a skanky mud blood, and that was going way over the limit! Both consumed by fury, they flew at each other and collided…WHAM!!!
By this time, the entire school had noticed the fight. Victoria and Draco hit, kicked, scratched, bit, and punched each other until their brooms could not take the strain, and transported them to the ground. There the battle continued. Sometimes Malfoy was on top, sometimes Victoria was on top, and all the while teachers and students were running towards them accompanied by Lee Jordan commentating the fight. Eventually Malfoy proved the stronger of the two and soon had Victoria pinned to the ground where he was pummelling her without mercy. Victoria, stricken with pain was feebly trying to push him off, but to no avail. When Madam Hooch managed to pull Malfoy off her, Victoria was a mess.
Her Quidditch robes were torn beyond repair, she had bruises from head to toe, and her face was a mixture of cuts, bruises, grazes, swellings, blood, and tears. Not to mention she was out cold. Malfoy had not fared much better though, and was almost as hurt as Victoria, but not quite.
Harry was the first student to reach her. "Malfoy, what did you do to her?!" he shouted.
"She deserved it," mumbled Malfoy.
"Why, because she was sticking up for me? What is your problem you prat? Look at her, she's so much smaller than you, but you still attacked her you coward!" he spat, his eyes showing only rage and loathing.
Madam Hooch still had Malfoy in a firm grip when Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall rushed onto the field. Dumbledore took one look at the situation and said, "Madam Pomfrey, take Miss Dreanadia up to the Hospital Wing, yes Harry Ron and Hermione, you may go too, everyone else back to their house common rooms, Mr. Malfoy, to my office immediately!"
Madam Pomfrey conjured a stretcher, Ron and Harry lifted Victoria onto it, and then proceeded to the Hospital Wing. Draco was escorted to Dumbledore's office, and with every step he took his heart sank a little more. What would they do to him?
He sat opposite a grave faced Professor Dumbledore, who said, "Now Mr. Malfoy, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sob, and then he broke down completely. He cried and cried and cried, a new experience for Draco. Dumbledore waited for his sobs to subside, then asked him again.
"I…I didn't mean to," he stammered. I lost my temper, we both did! Oh, what have I done to that poor girl…and Potter was right, I should have left her alone since she is so much smaller than me! Professor Dumbledore, what are you going to do to me? Will I be expelled?"
"No, you won't be expelled," said Dumbledore. "but you will receive a weeks detention, thirty points will be taken from Slytherin, I will be writing to your family tonight, and you will be made to apologise to Victoria."
Malfoy accepted this punishment without complaint, for he felt that he deserved all he got. He knew his father would not really mind since Victoria was a mud blood, and he could handle detention, and thirty points was no great loss, but the hard part would be the apology. Draco had never had to apologise to anyone for anything in his life, let alone to a muggle-born. But he would have to try.