Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize, except Felicia, who is based on a
real person. So in effect, I don't own her either.
A/N: I am so incredibly sorry about how long this has taken me. But I'm finally done the first fic I ever wrote, and now I'm sad. Well, not really, but you know where I'm going with this. I guess I've just been reading too many Draco/Ginny fics, and Harry/Ginny just seems a little bland. But I still get great pleasure from your reviews, and the fact that I'm finally done this thing!
The air in the Quidditch field was tense and Harry felt as if he was going to explode. He knew that this was the game, the biggest one of all. It was more important than any Quidditch House Cup. This made him more nervous than he had ever been in his life. But Harry knew that he couldn't let his team done. He could not let his team down, especially since they were playing Slytherin. And while Draco Malfoy had become Harry's friend, he was still a Slytherin, and a Malfoy at that.
The Gryffindors and Slytherins battled back and forth for points. Whenever one team got a goal, the other team quickly answered back with one to tie it up again. The two teams were fiercely determined to win, and it was a strong clash of wills. It looked as if it would be up to the seekers to get the game-winning points.
The game seemed to go by in slow motion for Harry. Whenever he got close to the Snitch, it moved just out of his reach and quickly flew on. He barely registered the goals scored around him, nor did he hear Felicia or Wood's loud coaching from the side.
Suddenly, everything slowed down to a standstill as Harry spied the one thing he had been desperately chasing all game. The Golden Snitch was hovering over Draco's oblivious head. Harry urged his broom forwards, and Draco's face took on a confused look as Harry rushed directly towards him at a considerable speed. But just as Harry got within a good reaching distance, the Snitch shot downwards. Even Draco could not miss the streak of gold that sped past his face. As if on instinct, both the boys' brooms rushed after the little golden ball that meant everything to them at that minute.
Harry could feel the cool air speeding past his face as he and Draco pulled into a side-by-side spiral dive, a move most 17-year-old boys could not pull off. Around them, it appeared as if the game had frozen, as all of the players and spectators watched in shock as Draco and Harry plummeted towards the ground in this intricate move.
Though his eyes never left the Snitch, Harry knew instinctively that he and the ground would collide very soon, so he needed to weigh his options. Either the Snitch was caught now and he broke a few (or all) of his bones as his broom hit the earth, or he pulled out of the spiral and hope to Merlin that Draco would not catch the Snitch in his place. Luckily Harry did not have to choose either, because the Snitch changed directions and started rocketing upwards. Both he and Draco managed to wrench the handles of their brooms upwards only a few inches from the ground, and were back on the chase.
Harry's broom slowly moved forward until he was about ¾ s of a broom length ahead of Draco. But the Snitch was still just past arm's reach, and was rapidly climbing higher. Quickly, Harry glanced at the clock. 1:06 left in the game.
'Shit,' Harry thought, 'no time to chase it around to a lower height.'
Throwing all caution to the wind, Harry quickly swung his legs over to one side of the broom, and leapt off it to where the Snitch had leveled off and was hovering, almost taunting Harry to grab it.
'Yes! Success!' Harry thought as his hand wrapped around the Snitch, but immediately regretted his insane decision as he felt himself start to fall.
Over the roar of the crowd, he heard a distinctly familiar voice scream. 'Harry!' Ginny's voice seared through his senses.
But suddenly Harry saw a flash of blond rush by, and a strong hand grabbed his. Harry held on for dear life as he now dangled over the Quidditch pitch. Harry's looked up to see Draco Malfoy's tense face smile grimly at him. 'Was it worth dying just to beat me again?' he joked as he gripped Harry's arm and pulled him up onto the waiting broom.
'Well, you know, why break the streak now?' Harry's heart pounded furiously as Draco lowered his broom to the ground to where the rest of the players stood, waiting anxiously.
Draco started to walk away as Harry's teammates surrounded him. But Harry grabbed his arm to stop him. 'Thank you Draco. You saved my life, and I'll always be in your debt. If you ever need anything, I'll be here for you. I've acted like a shit to you for the entire time I've known you, but you saved my life anyway. Thank you.'
Draco genuinely smiled at this apology. 'Well, Potter, what are friends for? I just hope that one day, if something like this every happened again, you'd do the same for me.' With that, he quickly turned and walked over to where his team stood waiting to congratulate him on his most un-Slytherin like action, thoughts of loss for now gone from their minds.
Harry stood crushed in the middle of his teammates, who were in turn surrounded by almost the entire population of Hogwarts, each interrupting or talking over each other with words of congratulations or scolding. A faint familiar voice blended with the others, and Harry strained to hear it.
'Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me. Coming through.' Ginny Weasley burst through the crowd into the inner circle, hands clenched and face on fire. Harry knew an angry Ginny when he saw one, especially after the past few months, and so waited nervously for her opinion of his play.
But Ginny just through herself at him, held him tightly around the middle, and murmured, 'don't you ever do that to me again, Harry Potter,' into his stomach.
As Harry stood hugging Ginny, the crowd around him parted, and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall walked up to him.
'Congratulations Mr. Potter. Your high-flying stunt has caught you the Snitch, and Gryffindor has won the game. You and your team have the honour of representing Hogwarts at the International Student Quidditch Championship (A/N: sorry, I had to change the title, but this one isn't much better, but.what can you do?') Congratulations once again. You've also earned 150 points towards the House Cup.' Dumbledore shook his hand. 'But while we're in the spirit of giving points, I believe I still have a few more lurking around. Mr. Malfoy,' he called out,' come over here please.'
Draco walked through the crowd to the elderly headmaster, looking puzzled.
'For quickness of mind, bravery, and saving the life of a peer, you are also awarded 150 points and you will receive a special award for a great contribution to the school. Congratulations to you as well.'
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, and glanced at the castle and then at Professor Dumbledore. 'Ah yes,' he said. 'I must be going, but shouldn't you as well? Don't you have a celebratory meeting to be attending, Mr. Potter?'
***~~~***
The party raged on into the night. Someone had managed to hook up a disco ball, and its light flickered over the sign reading, 'Congrats Gryffindor,' that hung from the ceiling.
Harry and Ginny sat in one corner, just watching the party. Ginny sighed and put her head down on Harry's shoulder.
Concerned, he asked, 'are you okay?'
'Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just really happy.' Harry's reply was cut off by a shriek that came from near the stairs. The music stopped as Felicia appeared, followed by a sheepish Wood.
'Oliver and I just got engaged!' she screamed. A surge of people rushed towards the madly grinning couple but Harry and Ginny hung back.
Harry kissed Ginny and looked into her eyes. 'I guess everyone gets a happy ending.'
A/N: So? How was it? Pretty bad ending, and no real mention of Ron and Hermione, but it had Draco in it. I just couldn't make him evil. I was thinking of getting Draco and Ginny together in the end, but that would upset the base of the entire story. But I hope you guys liked it, as I liked writing it. And it was my baby, so please, if you're going to criticize, use your grown-up voice (and limit the swear words. Unless you want to say that its f*cking awesome. Then go ahead. I have no objections to that.)
A/N: I am so incredibly sorry about how long this has taken me. But I'm finally done the first fic I ever wrote, and now I'm sad. Well, not really, but you know where I'm going with this. I guess I've just been reading too many Draco/Ginny fics, and Harry/Ginny just seems a little bland. But I still get great pleasure from your reviews, and the fact that I'm finally done this thing!
The air in the Quidditch field was tense and Harry felt as if he was going to explode. He knew that this was the game, the biggest one of all. It was more important than any Quidditch House Cup. This made him more nervous than he had ever been in his life. But Harry knew that he couldn't let his team done. He could not let his team down, especially since they were playing Slytherin. And while Draco Malfoy had become Harry's friend, he was still a Slytherin, and a Malfoy at that.
The Gryffindors and Slytherins battled back and forth for points. Whenever one team got a goal, the other team quickly answered back with one to tie it up again. The two teams were fiercely determined to win, and it was a strong clash of wills. It looked as if it would be up to the seekers to get the game-winning points.
The game seemed to go by in slow motion for Harry. Whenever he got close to the Snitch, it moved just out of his reach and quickly flew on. He barely registered the goals scored around him, nor did he hear Felicia or Wood's loud coaching from the side.
Suddenly, everything slowed down to a standstill as Harry spied the one thing he had been desperately chasing all game. The Golden Snitch was hovering over Draco's oblivious head. Harry urged his broom forwards, and Draco's face took on a confused look as Harry rushed directly towards him at a considerable speed. But just as Harry got within a good reaching distance, the Snitch shot downwards. Even Draco could not miss the streak of gold that sped past his face. As if on instinct, both the boys' brooms rushed after the little golden ball that meant everything to them at that minute.
Harry could feel the cool air speeding past his face as he and Draco pulled into a side-by-side spiral dive, a move most 17-year-old boys could not pull off. Around them, it appeared as if the game had frozen, as all of the players and spectators watched in shock as Draco and Harry plummeted towards the ground in this intricate move.
Though his eyes never left the Snitch, Harry knew instinctively that he and the ground would collide very soon, so he needed to weigh his options. Either the Snitch was caught now and he broke a few (or all) of his bones as his broom hit the earth, or he pulled out of the spiral and hope to Merlin that Draco would not catch the Snitch in his place. Luckily Harry did not have to choose either, because the Snitch changed directions and started rocketing upwards. Both he and Draco managed to wrench the handles of their brooms upwards only a few inches from the ground, and were back on the chase.
Harry's broom slowly moved forward until he was about ¾ s of a broom length ahead of Draco. But the Snitch was still just past arm's reach, and was rapidly climbing higher. Quickly, Harry glanced at the clock. 1:06 left in the game.
'Shit,' Harry thought, 'no time to chase it around to a lower height.'
Throwing all caution to the wind, Harry quickly swung his legs over to one side of the broom, and leapt off it to where the Snitch had leveled off and was hovering, almost taunting Harry to grab it.
'Yes! Success!' Harry thought as his hand wrapped around the Snitch, but immediately regretted his insane decision as he felt himself start to fall.
Over the roar of the crowd, he heard a distinctly familiar voice scream. 'Harry!' Ginny's voice seared through his senses.
But suddenly Harry saw a flash of blond rush by, and a strong hand grabbed his. Harry held on for dear life as he now dangled over the Quidditch pitch. Harry's looked up to see Draco Malfoy's tense face smile grimly at him. 'Was it worth dying just to beat me again?' he joked as he gripped Harry's arm and pulled him up onto the waiting broom.
'Well, you know, why break the streak now?' Harry's heart pounded furiously as Draco lowered his broom to the ground to where the rest of the players stood, waiting anxiously.
Draco started to walk away as Harry's teammates surrounded him. But Harry grabbed his arm to stop him. 'Thank you Draco. You saved my life, and I'll always be in your debt. If you ever need anything, I'll be here for you. I've acted like a shit to you for the entire time I've known you, but you saved my life anyway. Thank you.'
Draco genuinely smiled at this apology. 'Well, Potter, what are friends for? I just hope that one day, if something like this every happened again, you'd do the same for me.' With that, he quickly turned and walked over to where his team stood waiting to congratulate him on his most un-Slytherin like action, thoughts of loss for now gone from their minds.
Harry stood crushed in the middle of his teammates, who were in turn surrounded by almost the entire population of Hogwarts, each interrupting or talking over each other with words of congratulations or scolding. A faint familiar voice blended with the others, and Harry strained to hear it.
'Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me. Coming through.' Ginny Weasley burst through the crowd into the inner circle, hands clenched and face on fire. Harry knew an angry Ginny when he saw one, especially after the past few months, and so waited nervously for her opinion of his play.
But Ginny just through herself at him, held him tightly around the middle, and murmured, 'don't you ever do that to me again, Harry Potter,' into his stomach.
As Harry stood hugging Ginny, the crowd around him parted, and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall walked up to him.
'Congratulations Mr. Potter. Your high-flying stunt has caught you the Snitch, and Gryffindor has won the game. You and your team have the honour of representing Hogwarts at the International Student Quidditch Championship (A/N: sorry, I had to change the title, but this one isn't much better, but.what can you do?') Congratulations once again. You've also earned 150 points towards the House Cup.' Dumbledore shook his hand. 'But while we're in the spirit of giving points, I believe I still have a few more lurking around. Mr. Malfoy,' he called out,' come over here please.'
Draco walked through the crowd to the elderly headmaster, looking puzzled.
'For quickness of mind, bravery, and saving the life of a peer, you are also awarded 150 points and you will receive a special award for a great contribution to the school. Congratulations to you as well.'
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, and glanced at the castle and then at Professor Dumbledore. 'Ah yes,' he said. 'I must be going, but shouldn't you as well? Don't you have a celebratory meeting to be attending, Mr. Potter?'
***~~~***
The party raged on into the night. Someone had managed to hook up a disco ball, and its light flickered over the sign reading, 'Congrats Gryffindor,' that hung from the ceiling.
Harry and Ginny sat in one corner, just watching the party. Ginny sighed and put her head down on Harry's shoulder.
Concerned, he asked, 'are you okay?'
'Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just really happy.' Harry's reply was cut off by a shriek that came from near the stairs. The music stopped as Felicia appeared, followed by a sheepish Wood.
'Oliver and I just got engaged!' she screamed. A surge of people rushed towards the madly grinning couple but Harry and Ginny hung back.
Harry kissed Ginny and looked into her eyes. 'I guess everyone gets a happy ending.'
A/N: So? How was it? Pretty bad ending, and no real mention of Ron and Hermione, but it had Draco in it. I just couldn't make him evil. I was thinking of getting Draco and Ginny together in the end, but that would upset the base of the entire story. But I hope you guys liked it, as I liked writing it. And it was my baby, so please, if you're going to criticize, use your grown-up voice (and limit the swear words. Unless you want to say that its f*cking awesome. Then go ahead. I have no objections to that.)
