Welcome to the second chapter! All Harry Potter characters are owned by J K Rowling. Grace belongs to Grace, one of the authors of this fic, and Katie belongs to Katie, the other author. Tam belongs to herself.
The plot belongs to Grace and Katie, and this story is still dedicated to Tam who's moved far far away from us *sniffles* we miss you Tam!
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Chapter Two – Quidditch Match
The three girls picked themselves up from where they had collapsed.
They looked around at their surroundings, and Tam and Katie's attention was quickly adverted as their jaws dropped.
"Hey…guys?" Grace asked, looking around at the people who surrounded them. Blue, black and bronze clad teens, more or less their age sat around them, their eyes interested in the intense Quidditch match in front and above them.
"Guys?" Grace asked again, still getting no response from Tam and Katie who now had slightly glazed expressions.
"Look where we are dammit!" Grace demanded, slightly annoyed at Tam and Katie's lack of interest.
"Shhh…Draco…" Tam said softly, her eyes watching his every move.
Grace's eyes scanned who was playing. Slytherin and Gryffindor.
"Oh no…" Grace murmured. She looked at Katie, who, as she had expected, was watching Oliver Wood with a dreamy expression.
Ignoring them for the moment, Grace looked around; evaluating what was happening and where they were.
"Okay…surrounded by Ravenclaws…heh, yay…Watching Gryffindor play against Slytherin…Slytherin appears to be winning…I think we need to blend in somehow…" Grace murmured as she caught a nearby Ravenclaw casting them a confused glance. "We must really stand out…" she looked at their clothes. Tam in her skirt and sleeveless shirt, Katie in her knee high boots, ripped black skirt and lacy extra long sleeved top and herself in jeans and a green stretch top. All their books, jackets, chocolate, wallets and bags were at their feet.
Grace scooped up their things and divided them into bags quickly.
"Here!" Grace said quietly, shoving each of them their bag and jacket.
Tam and Katie automatically slipped their jackets on and held onto their bags as they continued watching their two boys dreamily.
Grace sighed in defeat. "There's no point in trying to go anywhere, we wont be able to talk to anyone about anything anyway…" Grace sat down to watch the game.
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"Oooh, that's gotta hurt!" Grace cried, getting into the game as one of the Slytherin chasers got pounded by a heavy bludger Fred Weasley had sent speeding their way.
"Ha! Take that Slytherin scum! - Sorry Professor, yes, it won't happen again, yes, I'll make sure…" Lee Jordan who was commentating said into the microphone as Professor McGonagall scolded him. Suddenly-
"The Golden Snitch!" Jordan cried and everyone leaned forward on the edge of their seat to try and catch a glimpse of the small, golden winged ball. The snitch zipped past the front row of seats and was suddenly followed by a blurred streak of crimson, which in turn was followed by another streak in green.
"The Seekers have spotted the snitch and quickly gain on it!" Lee Jordan yelled, and an increase of noise rose from the crowd.
"Go Dracoooo!" Tam cried, waving her arms around. "You can do it! Knock him off his broom!"
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy sped after the Snitch, Draco with a malevolent grin on his face as he purposely locked broom handles with Potter's Firebolt. Meanwhile, the Slytherin chasers had taken advantage of everyone focussing on the seekers, that they managed to put two goals past Oliver Wood who had been cheering Harry on. Katie noticed the extra goals and jumped to her feet. "NO! Pay attention Oliver!! They're scoring!" she cried in horror.
The noise from the crowd had swelled and now nearly everyone was on their feet as Harry and Draco struggled for the snitch. Draco knew his Nimbus 2001 could never match the speed of Harry's Firebolt, so instead, his tactics had turned to slowing Harry down in any way possible. At the moment, he had resorted to taking hold of the broom's perfectly position twigs and pulling it back. Harry twisted around and tried to shove Draco's hand off his broom.
"Hold on, Draco!" Tam yelled from the crowd.
"Let go, you dirty, rotten- " came Lee Jordan's voice.
"Jordan, what did I say!?!"
"Sorry again, Professor!"
George Weasley had flown out in front of Harry and was about to slap Draco's hand of the broom, when his arm accidentally brushed against the Golden Snitch. All the Slytherins in the crowd started booing and Lee Jordan spoke into the microphone again.
"And the Gryffindor beater breaks the Snitchnip rule, which involves any other player than the seeker touching or catching the snitch! So a foul to Gryffindor, even though it was perfectly understandable mistake which I'm sure anyone could have made…"
Madam Hooch who was refereeing the match lined up the players and a Slytherin chaser managed to get the Quaffle through a goal hoop.
"BOOOO!!!" Katie shouted. "That's not fair! Draco locked broom handles with Harry! That's Blurting!"
A Ravenclaw sitting on the other side of them jumped to their feet. "Yeah!!" they cried in agreement, and in no time, the argument of defence had spread through the crowd. Madam Hooch blew her whistle signalling the foul and the players took their positions around the 50-foot high hoops again.
Alicia Spinnet, a Gryffindor chaser took the penalty and scored with no trouble. Play resumed, but Harry didn't waste any time, and within seconds, he was after the snitch again. Draco however, was too far away this time to catch up to Harry. The Slytherin beaters tried their hardest to pelt bludgers at Harry. One narrowly missed him as it sped over his head. He ducked and urged his broom on faster. The snitch was getting closer… The Gryffindor spectators cheered loudly as Harry found the last burst of speed that propelled him forwards, pushing the Golden Snitch into his outstretched hand. His fingers enclosed it into his palm and the Gyrffindors erupted into loud chaos. The players landed, the Gryffindor team surrounded by the other students in their house, the Slytherins landing on solid ground again, looking dejected and shaking their heads. Tam sat back down and folded her arms in a huff. Katie cheered for Oliver and did a little victory dance.
"Brilliant!" Grace yelled, and the next thing they knew, they were being swept along by the hundreds of students who were all heading back into the castle.
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So what so you think? Review/Flame away!
The plot belongs to Grace and Katie, and this story is still dedicated to Tam who's moved far far away from us *sniffles* we miss you Tam!
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Chapter Two – Quidditch Match
The three girls picked themselves up from where they had collapsed.
They looked around at their surroundings, and Tam and Katie's attention was quickly adverted as their jaws dropped.
"Hey…guys?" Grace asked, looking around at the people who surrounded them. Blue, black and bronze clad teens, more or less their age sat around them, their eyes interested in the intense Quidditch match in front and above them.
"Guys?" Grace asked again, still getting no response from Tam and Katie who now had slightly glazed expressions.
"Look where we are dammit!" Grace demanded, slightly annoyed at Tam and Katie's lack of interest.
"Shhh…Draco…" Tam said softly, her eyes watching his every move.
Grace's eyes scanned who was playing. Slytherin and Gryffindor.
"Oh no…" Grace murmured. She looked at Katie, who, as she had expected, was watching Oliver Wood with a dreamy expression.
Ignoring them for the moment, Grace looked around; evaluating what was happening and where they were.
"Okay…surrounded by Ravenclaws…heh, yay…Watching Gryffindor play against Slytherin…Slytherin appears to be winning…I think we need to blend in somehow…" Grace murmured as she caught a nearby Ravenclaw casting them a confused glance. "We must really stand out…" she looked at their clothes. Tam in her skirt and sleeveless shirt, Katie in her knee high boots, ripped black skirt and lacy extra long sleeved top and herself in jeans and a green stretch top. All their books, jackets, chocolate, wallets and bags were at their feet.
Grace scooped up their things and divided them into bags quickly.
"Here!" Grace said quietly, shoving each of them their bag and jacket.
Tam and Katie automatically slipped their jackets on and held onto their bags as they continued watching their two boys dreamily.
Grace sighed in defeat. "There's no point in trying to go anywhere, we wont be able to talk to anyone about anything anyway…" Grace sat down to watch the game.
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"Oooh, that's gotta hurt!" Grace cried, getting into the game as one of the Slytherin chasers got pounded by a heavy bludger Fred Weasley had sent speeding their way.
"Ha! Take that Slytherin scum! - Sorry Professor, yes, it won't happen again, yes, I'll make sure…" Lee Jordan who was commentating said into the microphone as Professor McGonagall scolded him. Suddenly-
"The Golden Snitch!" Jordan cried and everyone leaned forward on the edge of their seat to try and catch a glimpse of the small, golden winged ball. The snitch zipped past the front row of seats and was suddenly followed by a blurred streak of crimson, which in turn was followed by another streak in green.
"The Seekers have spotted the snitch and quickly gain on it!" Lee Jordan yelled, and an increase of noise rose from the crowd.
"Go Dracoooo!" Tam cried, waving her arms around. "You can do it! Knock him off his broom!"
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy sped after the Snitch, Draco with a malevolent grin on his face as he purposely locked broom handles with Potter's Firebolt. Meanwhile, the Slytherin chasers had taken advantage of everyone focussing on the seekers, that they managed to put two goals past Oliver Wood who had been cheering Harry on. Katie noticed the extra goals and jumped to her feet. "NO! Pay attention Oliver!! They're scoring!" she cried in horror.
The noise from the crowd had swelled and now nearly everyone was on their feet as Harry and Draco struggled for the snitch. Draco knew his Nimbus 2001 could never match the speed of Harry's Firebolt, so instead, his tactics had turned to slowing Harry down in any way possible. At the moment, he had resorted to taking hold of the broom's perfectly position twigs and pulling it back. Harry twisted around and tried to shove Draco's hand off his broom.
"Hold on, Draco!" Tam yelled from the crowd.
"Let go, you dirty, rotten- " came Lee Jordan's voice.
"Jordan, what did I say!?!"
"Sorry again, Professor!"
George Weasley had flown out in front of Harry and was about to slap Draco's hand of the broom, when his arm accidentally brushed against the Golden Snitch. All the Slytherins in the crowd started booing and Lee Jordan spoke into the microphone again.
"And the Gryffindor beater breaks the Snitchnip rule, which involves any other player than the seeker touching or catching the snitch! So a foul to Gryffindor, even though it was perfectly understandable mistake which I'm sure anyone could have made…"
Madam Hooch who was refereeing the match lined up the players and a Slytherin chaser managed to get the Quaffle through a goal hoop.
"BOOOO!!!" Katie shouted. "That's not fair! Draco locked broom handles with Harry! That's Blurting!"
A Ravenclaw sitting on the other side of them jumped to their feet. "Yeah!!" they cried in agreement, and in no time, the argument of defence had spread through the crowd. Madam Hooch blew her whistle signalling the foul and the players took their positions around the 50-foot high hoops again.
Alicia Spinnet, a Gryffindor chaser took the penalty and scored with no trouble. Play resumed, but Harry didn't waste any time, and within seconds, he was after the snitch again. Draco however, was too far away this time to catch up to Harry. The Slytherin beaters tried their hardest to pelt bludgers at Harry. One narrowly missed him as it sped over his head. He ducked and urged his broom on faster. The snitch was getting closer… The Gryffindor spectators cheered loudly as Harry found the last burst of speed that propelled him forwards, pushing the Golden Snitch into his outstretched hand. His fingers enclosed it into his palm and the Gyrffindors erupted into loud chaos. The players landed, the Gryffindor team surrounded by the other students in their house, the Slytherins landing on solid ground again, looking dejected and shaking their heads. Tam sat back down and folded her arms in a huff. Katie cheered for Oliver and did a little victory dance.
"Brilliant!" Grace yelled, and the next thing they knew, they were being swept along by the hundreds of students who were all heading back into the castle.
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So what so you think? Review/Flame away!