Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Felicia. But if I am going to get into
a little rant, I guess I don't really own her either, because she's based
on a real person, and I don't make her do things. She makes me make her do
whatever she wants. But just so I don't ever get sued, everything else in
here is owned by J.K. Rowling.
'Harry! Harry, wake up!' Someone shook Harry roughly, and he woke up to see Ron's face peering in worriedly at him.
'What do you want?' Harry croaked.
'You were screaming. Have a bad dream?'
'Yeah, actually. I dreamed that we lose the championship game to Slytherin. The worst part was that Malfoy got the Snitch.' Harry shook, just thinking about it. His throat felt raw from the screaming and he somehow felt tainted.
Ron sat down on the side of the bed. 'Well, don't worry. We didn't lose. We haven't even played yet. Plus, everyone gets dreams like that the night before anything big or important to them. Just go out there and prove your dream wrong. I maybe now like Draco Malfoy, but not enough to see him beat us.'
'Have I ever let Draco beat me, or us before?' Harry joked, the worried look gone from his eyes.
'Get some sleep,' Ron chuckled as he headed back to the rumpled nest bedclothes that was his bed.
Warm arms wrapped around him as he got back into bed.
'What was wrong with Harry?' A sleepy Hermione mumbled.
'Nothing, baby. Just go back to sleep.' Ron kissed her forehead and snuggled in for at least a few more hours of sleep.
***~~~***
When the Quidditch team arrived in their dressing room, they were surprised to only see Felicia waiting for them.
'Where's Wood?' Ron asked, voicing the entire team's opinion.
'Oh, well, he's pretty nervous. You know how he gets, so he decided to do a last minute check of the field. He had a few things to say to you but of course, as he's not here, I'll be saying them.' Felicia paced around the room.
'Felicia, can you please stop that?' Ron burst out. 'You're making me even more nervous than I already am, and I didn't think that was possible.'
Felicia stopped. 'Sorry, I didn't even realized what I was doing. Alright, it's almost game time. You're all very nervous, so it won't help to yell at you or bust you on all the mistakes you've been making.' She realized what she had just said. 'No, no. You haven't made any mistakes that we need to bust you on. Oh, shit, I'm just making this worse.'
Harry walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. 'It's ok, we understand what you're trying to get at. We know you're nervous too.'
Felicia cracked a weak smile at him. 'Thanks. Now, you guys are all great Quidditch players, and Oliver and I have taught you the best we can. You are all thoroughly prepared to deal with whatever you come across today. I can probably guarantee you that no other team will know the moves you know.' Felicia permitted herself a small smirk. 'Wood and I have taught you all we know, not that you guys needed it. And c'mon, you've beaten Slytherin before in other years and at this tournament. Let's go out there and show them what we're made of! Let's make sure everyone knows that Slytherin cannot and will not ever beat Gryffindor! Ok, on three, Gryffindor.'
Everyone stuck their hands out onto Felicia's fist. 'One…two…three…'
'GRYFFINDOR!'
'Harry! Harry, wake up!' Someone shook Harry roughly, and he woke up to see Ron's face peering in worriedly at him.
'What do you want?' Harry croaked.
'You were screaming. Have a bad dream?'
'Yeah, actually. I dreamed that we lose the championship game to Slytherin. The worst part was that Malfoy got the Snitch.' Harry shook, just thinking about it. His throat felt raw from the screaming and he somehow felt tainted.
Ron sat down on the side of the bed. 'Well, don't worry. We didn't lose. We haven't even played yet. Plus, everyone gets dreams like that the night before anything big or important to them. Just go out there and prove your dream wrong. I maybe now like Draco Malfoy, but not enough to see him beat us.'
'Have I ever let Draco beat me, or us before?' Harry joked, the worried look gone from his eyes.
'Get some sleep,' Ron chuckled as he headed back to the rumpled nest bedclothes that was his bed.
Warm arms wrapped around him as he got back into bed.
'What was wrong with Harry?' A sleepy Hermione mumbled.
'Nothing, baby. Just go back to sleep.' Ron kissed her forehead and snuggled in for at least a few more hours of sleep.
***~~~***
When the Quidditch team arrived in their dressing room, they were surprised to only see Felicia waiting for them.
'Where's Wood?' Ron asked, voicing the entire team's opinion.
'Oh, well, he's pretty nervous. You know how he gets, so he decided to do a last minute check of the field. He had a few things to say to you but of course, as he's not here, I'll be saying them.' Felicia paced around the room.
'Felicia, can you please stop that?' Ron burst out. 'You're making me even more nervous than I already am, and I didn't think that was possible.'
Felicia stopped. 'Sorry, I didn't even realized what I was doing. Alright, it's almost game time. You're all very nervous, so it won't help to yell at you or bust you on all the mistakes you've been making.' She realized what she had just said. 'No, no. You haven't made any mistakes that we need to bust you on. Oh, shit, I'm just making this worse.'
Harry walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. 'It's ok, we understand what you're trying to get at. We know you're nervous too.'
Felicia cracked a weak smile at him. 'Thanks. Now, you guys are all great Quidditch players, and Oliver and I have taught you the best we can. You are all thoroughly prepared to deal with whatever you come across today. I can probably guarantee you that no other team will know the moves you know.' Felicia permitted herself a small smirk. 'Wood and I have taught you all we know, not that you guys needed it. And c'mon, you've beaten Slytherin before in other years and at this tournament. Let's go out there and show them what we're made of! Let's make sure everyone knows that Slytherin cannot and will not ever beat Gryffindor! Ok, on three, Gryffindor.'
Everyone stuck their hands out onto Felicia's fist. 'One…two…three…'
'GRYFFINDOR!'
