w.(A/N: Okay, sorry to those people who have been waiting. I want to thank
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Thanks guys. So. Its time for the Quidditch game. Here goes!)
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The small change room was full of anxiety as the Quidditch team assembled. They were all dressed in their team colors of red and gold, Harry looking especially good, thought Hazel. She was very nervous about her first school game, as were Andy and Sarah.
"Alright team," said Angelina finally. "Just relax. Play your best, and try hard. Lets go!"
There was an eruption of noise as they left the change room, with three houses cheering them on and one house booing. Hazel could see Ron and Hermione in the stands, holding hands. Harry saw this too, but didn't bother questioning it. Also in the stands were Lavender and Parvati, who had decided that morning that a mere boy was not going to break up their friendship. Dean and Seamus had decided the same about girls.
Then the Slytherin team came out. They walked over the hard ground, breath rising in foggy clouds before them. Hazel watched Draco, who seemed to be walking with exceptional confidence this morning. Whats with that, Hazel asked herself? Oh well, she thought, and resumed concentration.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and the two teams rose into the air, the balls released. Harry took off in search of the Snitch.
"Looks like Weasley stole your girlfriend, Potter," called Draco. "Pathetic, really, that even a wizard such as the Weasel would consider dating a thing like that Mudblood Granger!"
"Malfoy, go back to your ferret cage," Harry threw back.
"It's getting old, Potter!"
The two rivals flew to the other end of the pitch. Meanwhile, Angelina had just grabbed the Quaffle. She threw it to Hazel, as Lee Jordan started the commentary.
"Looks to be a feisty game this morning!" Lee started. "And with Johnson in possession of the Quaffle, Gryffindor takes the lead. Johnson passes to hot new team member, chaser Hazel Brooke. Sorry, Professor, by hot I mean, new, as in hot off the press, you know-"
Professor McGonagal's voice could be heard quite clearly through the magical microphone. "Mr. Jordan, I'm warning you!"
"Yes, of course Professor." Lee continued, "Brooke streaks up the field, and boy, that Starfire sure is fast! Passes to Chaser Sarah Poles, another new team member this year. Ouch, and a Bludger got her in the head! Foul play! Wait, Slytherin has the Quaffle! Tony Waster is clearly using brute strength to push people out of his way- and he gets up to the keeper, shoots and its saved! Saved by Keeper Andy Winters, reserve from last year. Good job, Andy. Gryffindor back with the Quaffle, Johnson takes it up, passes to Brooke, and no! A Bludger headed strait for her! Come on Fred, we can't let anything hit that pretty face of hers-"
"Jordan! I can't BELIVE you! Of all the immature students I've met in my days, I have NEVER-"
"Oops, sorry Professor. So, beater Fred, no wait, George Weasley gets rid of the offending Bludger. Brooke takes the ball, shoots, and SCORES!!! BROOKE SCORES, 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR! Well done, Hazel, that was amazing! I mean, uh, good job, Miss Brooke. Um, er, yah. So."
Twenty minutes later:
"WASTER SCORES! ANOTHER 10 POINTS TO Slytherin! The score stands at 180 to 25, for Slytherin. But its all dirty playing on Slytherin's side. Come ON, chaser Brooke, we can catch up if you keep playing. An amazing flyer, that girl is- and quite attractive too."
"JORDAN! "
"And, um, of course everyone else is also amazing. Alright, Slytherin with the Quaffle, Pucey has the ball and, oh! Collides with beater Frudit. Whats this? Potter and Malfoy, after the Snitch! Come on Potter! At the other end of the field, Brooke is about to score! Gryffindor could win if she succeeds! And Malfoy drops his chase! Potter streaks after the snitch, but Malfoy blocks Brooke!"
What is that boy doing, thought Hazel? Draco pulled to a jarring stop inches from her broom, looking right into her eyes. Hazel blinked, then tried to look away. She found that she couldn't. Her eyes were forced to look at Draco. It must be spell! She had never noticed quite how truly icy his gaze was. Cold as steel, but so sexy! She was lost in his eyes, thinking, um, "inappropriate" thoughts.
The plan is working, thought Malfoy. He slowly eased the Quaffle from Hazel's fingers, and let it fall to the ground.
"POTTER HAS THE SNITCH! GAME OVER, FINAL SCORE IS 180 TO 175, FOR- Slytherin. Victory goes to Slytherin."
Lee's voice became dejected. Cheers arose from the Slytherin stands, with polite applause from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. At the far end of the field, Hazel was broken out of her trance as Lee spoke.
She slapped Draco hard across the face, anger radiating from her body. He smiled evilly.
"I guess the better team won. Sorry sweetie!"
"MALFOY, YOU-"
She didn't get to finish her sentence, because it was then that Draco pulled her towards him. He kissed her, hard, with viscous passion. Harry's kiss was nothing compared to this! Hazel couldn't think, couldn't speak, all she could do was feel. Inside, she was screaming, but she kissed him back anyway, matching his icy-cold passion with her fire-hot anger.
He broke off, and she was so unbalanced that she fell from her broom and tumbled towards the ground. She saw Harry race forward to try and catch her, but he was too late. There was a moment of head-splitting pain, and then darkness took over.
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Written by
flutterby
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(A/N: okay, calm down children. Tense, huh? Well, I would be very pleased if you would review. R-E-V-I-E-W!!!! thanks. Luv u guys. Next chapter up soon!)
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The small change room was full of anxiety as the Quidditch team assembled. They were all dressed in their team colors of red and gold, Harry looking especially good, thought Hazel. She was very nervous about her first school game, as were Andy and Sarah.
"Alright team," said Angelina finally. "Just relax. Play your best, and try hard. Lets go!"
There was an eruption of noise as they left the change room, with three houses cheering them on and one house booing. Hazel could see Ron and Hermione in the stands, holding hands. Harry saw this too, but didn't bother questioning it. Also in the stands were Lavender and Parvati, who had decided that morning that a mere boy was not going to break up their friendship. Dean and Seamus had decided the same about girls.
Then the Slytherin team came out. They walked over the hard ground, breath rising in foggy clouds before them. Hazel watched Draco, who seemed to be walking with exceptional confidence this morning. Whats with that, Hazel asked herself? Oh well, she thought, and resumed concentration.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and the two teams rose into the air, the balls released. Harry took off in search of the Snitch.
"Looks like Weasley stole your girlfriend, Potter," called Draco. "Pathetic, really, that even a wizard such as the Weasel would consider dating a thing like that Mudblood Granger!"
"Malfoy, go back to your ferret cage," Harry threw back.
"It's getting old, Potter!"
The two rivals flew to the other end of the pitch. Meanwhile, Angelina had just grabbed the Quaffle. She threw it to Hazel, as Lee Jordan started the commentary.
"Looks to be a feisty game this morning!" Lee started. "And with Johnson in possession of the Quaffle, Gryffindor takes the lead. Johnson passes to hot new team member, chaser Hazel Brooke. Sorry, Professor, by hot I mean, new, as in hot off the press, you know-"
Professor McGonagal's voice could be heard quite clearly through the magical microphone. "Mr. Jordan, I'm warning you!"
"Yes, of course Professor." Lee continued, "Brooke streaks up the field, and boy, that Starfire sure is fast! Passes to Chaser Sarah Poles, another new team member this year. Ouch, and a Bludger got her in the head! Foul play! Wait, Slytherin has the Quaffle! Tony Waster is clearly using brute strength to push people out of his way- and he gets up to the keeper, shoots and its saved! Saved by Keeper Andy Winters, reserve from last year. Good job, Andy. Gryffindor back with the Quaffle, Johnson takes it up, passes to Brooke, and no! A Bludger headed strait for her! Come on Fred, we can't let anything hit that pretty face of hers-"
"Jordan! I can't BELIVE you! Of all the immature students I've met in my days, I have NEVER-"
"Oops, sorry Professor. So, beater Fred, no wait, George Weasley gets rid of the offending Bludger. Brooke takes the ball, shoots, and SCORES!!! BROOKE SCORES, 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR! Well done, Hazel, that was amazing! I mean, uh, good job, Miss Brooke. Um, er, yah. So."
Twenty minutes later:
"WASTER SCORES! ANOTHER 10 POINTS TO Slytherin! The score stands at 180 to 25, for Slytherin. But its all dirty playing on Slytherin's side. Come ON, chaser Brooke, we can catch up if you keep playing. An amazing flyer, that girl is- and quite attractive too."
"JORDAN! "
"And, um, of course everyone else is also amazing. Alright, Slytherin with the Quaffle, Pucey has the ball and, oh! Collides with beater Frudit. Whats this? Potter and Malfoy, after the Snitch! Come on Potter! At the other end of the field, Brooke is about to score! Gryffindor could win if she succeeds! And Malfoy drops his chase! Potter streaks after the snitch, but Malfoy blocks Brooke!"
What is that boy doing, thought Hazel? Draco pulled to a jarring stop inches from her broom, looking right into her eyes. Hazel blinked, then tried to look away. She found that she couldn't. Her eyes were forced to look at Draco. It must be spell! She had never noticed quite how truly icy his gaze was. Cold as steel, but so sexy! She was lost in his eyes, thinking, um, "inappropriate" thoughts.
The plan is working, thought Malfoy. He slowly eased the Quaffle from Hazel's fingers, and let it fall to the ground.
"POTTER HAS THE SNITCH! GAME OVER, FINAL SCORE IS 180 TO 175, FOR- Slytherin. Victory goes to Slytherin."
Lee's voice became dejected. Cheers arose from the Slytherin stands, with polite applause from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. At the far end of the field, Hazel was broken out of her trance as Lee spoke.
She slapped Draco hard across the face, anger radiating from her body. He smiled evilly.
"I guess the better team won. Sorry sweetie!"
"MALFOY, YOU-"
She didn't get to finish her sentence, because it was then that Draco pulled her towards him. He kissed her, hard, with viscous passion. Harry's kiss was nothing compared to this! Hazel couldn't think, couldn't speak, all she could do was feel. Inside, she was screaming, but she kissed him back anyway, matching his icy-cold passion with her fire-hot anger.
He broke off, and she was so unbalanced that she fell from her broom and tumbled towards the ground. She saw Harry race forward to try and catch her, but he was too late. There was a moment of head-splitting pain, and then darkness took over.
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Written by
flutterby
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(A/N: okay, calm down children. Tense, huh? Well, I would be very pleased if you would review. R-E-V-I-E-W!!!! thanks. Luv u guys. Next chapter up soon!)