Harry and his friends are invented by great and glory J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Wheew,
well, what shall we say? First thanks to all our nice reviewer!
Guys, you're great! And an extra fat THANX to zombie-miho, who gave us
our Frodo and Legolas clones. This time she handed out waffles ;-) Hmmm, we
LOVED them!!!
Kaeera:
WE??? What do you mean with that?! I didn't get one of
them! Where are they?
Latrisha: Did I say waffles?! You must be mistaken, there
are no waff-
Kaeera: I can smell them! You've eaten them all alone!
I'm gonna kill you!!! *runs after Latrisha crying*
Latrisha: You can't! Think of our readers!!! *breathes
hardly*
Kaeera: Oh dammit, you foolish girl! Just wait until the story
is
finished *evil grin*
Latrisha: This is gonna be a long one, I suppose *sighs*
Confusing
Experiences and Hidden Feelings
by Kaeera & Latrisha
Chapter Four: The Game
RON'S POV
Breathlessly I
finally arrived at our seats. It had been hard to find them
without hitting every single person twice or more, and of course, being hit
by these a number of times. My hand did its part in hurting like mad and I
hoped that this damned ointment the doctor gave me would soon show its
effect. I sat down next to Oliver, and Harry sat down to my left. Hermione
somehow didn't want to sit next to me. I wondered why.
I hadn't done anything, not to my knowledge. It was just this little
remark, nothing really bad, just this tiny comment... - Okay, I had to
confess that it had been stupid of me. Perhaps I should have been more
polite. But honestly, this is not what you can call my strength (even Mom
had to accept that).
The Mexican wave
(A/N: hope it's right now. Thanx for the hint :))
passed by once more, making the people around me stand up screaming and
shouting. I didn't.
Harry behaved normal in contrast to Oliver, who was jumping on his seat,
shouting as loud as a baby elephant every time the wave passed by. When the
first people began to stare at him curiously, I slightly looked aside and cleared
my throat. After a few minutes Kristen
showed pity and asked him to stay on his back.
But it became worse when the man who was sitting behind him asked him to put
down his hat.
I don't see anything, sir. he had said politely.
Oliver's eyes
became watery when he put the hat down. One last time he
stroke it tenderly and gave it a little kiss, then he opened his rucksack
and put it in. I tried to ignore the soft sniffling which followed and
concentrated on the field. Muggle men were warming up with their balls.
This does makes sense', I thought, Everybody has a
ball.' I couldn't help wondering why they had just one ball
during the game itself. How stupid muggles could be
When are they going to start? I asked Mr Granger, who was
sitting next to Harry.
At three, he said, five minutes yet.
A short time later
the referees walked to the middle of the field and with
them one player of every team. They shook their hands and one referee threw
something into the air.
Then the ball was given free. I found that kind of unspectacular, thinking
of the balls you have when you play quidditch.
Because I was concentrating on the match, I didn't notice that Wood had
put two other shabby old scarves out of his rucksack. He wrapped them around
his arms and every time the wave passed by he waved with them like crazy. I
tried to pretend that he didn't belong to us. A sixth sense told me
that Kristen was trying to do the same.
Suddenly loud screaming
and shouting caught my attention.
, the man behind us cried. You damned referee, did
you leave your glasses at home?!
I grinned. This somehow reminded me of Lee Jordan.
For a few seconds I heard nothing else than or
GO HOME!. Oliver was nearly intears and Hermione's
father blew into the whistle like mad. That was a penalty kick! Where
did the referee get his licence?!
Harry got up, too, even Kristen threw some words at the head of the referee
which weren't that nice.
Both the player
who was being fouled and his team were standing around the
referee, trying to make him think about his decision. It looked funny, all the
people standing there,
shouting
and waving with their hands.
Where's
the problem? I asked matter-of-factly.
They don't
have the snitch already, so yet they can win.
Ron. No.
Snitch. At. Soccer. Hermione sighed impatiently.
With the time I got used to the rules. Every time the ball
was in the goal, the whole stadium started shouting. Not wanting to be a
spoil-sport, I decided to do the same.
As it did not happen very often that they shot a goal (in fact it happened
only once yet and then the referee decided that it would not count), I
prepared myself on a quite second half-time.
When the first one was over, many people got up to buy some hot dogs or
something. Wood and Kristen also left for a short time. Hermione left for
the toilet (girls!), Harry and Mr Granger bought something to drink, and
suddenly poor old Ronnie found himself all alone between some soccer-crazy
muggles.
This fact didn't
make me very happy at all. The stadium speaker
promised a exciting next half-time as it was important for both of the teams
to win. Then another voice said something about a new sort of beer.
One after another they all returned, Harry and Mr Granger both with big
bottles of cola under their arms.
The game started again. I watched the ball wherever it went, just in case I
was looking away right when they shot a goal.
If they don't do anything, they will lose in the end. a
voice behind us said.
You're right. another one agreed. Mr Granger nodded,
too. Seemed as if the chances weren't that high to win the match. The
atmosphere was strained and the Mexican wave slowly died down.
But then one of the men got the ball and was alone on his way straight to
the keeper. I knew that this would be the chance to shoot a goal. He shot
– and
GOOOAAAAL!!!!
YEEAAAH! Oliver and I screamed loudly. I stood
up and clapped (but stopped at the moment, realizing that my hand was still
hurting very, very much) while Oliver was already standing on his seat
dancing and singing.
There was just a tiny problem. Neither Kristen nor Mr Granger nor the whole
rest of the block cheered with us. A dark suspicion knocked at the door to
my mind.
Carefully I turned
my head around and
About five hundred
pairs of eyes were turned into our direction. Hermione
buried her face into her hands. Even Wood noticed after some time that we had
cheered
for the wrong team.
He stood there, like me, arms and hands up in the air, between some angry,
really angry fans.
Uhm..., there
was...-
Yes, er,
there was- I tried to help him.
A FLY!
he shouted.
Ah, er, I
mean yes, A FLY! I added hastily.
Annoying,
these flees, really. Oliver hit my back head.
Ah, there
it is, the little beast.
Exactly,
a fly. How I hate flees. I added nodding while
catching Hermione's glance. Her head was turning purple.
Only an annyoing
old fly Wood told the few girls in front
of him and started chuckling. Tss, a fly .
Slowly he let his arms sink again.
I've
already caught a fly yesterday, you won't believe
it, and now I caught one again. he said and paused, as if he expected
an applause or something.
Oliver, would
you please sit down now! Kristen whispered and
her voice sounded like ice.
Oh, yes of
course. It's just that there was a-
Shut up now.
I whispered, cleared my throat and decided to sit
down, too.
Since then Wood
and I stayed rather quiet. I could imagine Hermione when we
were at home again, shouting furiously at me and Harry laughing with tears.
This would definitely be the first and last soccer game I ever watched.
HARRY'S POV
Our team was about
to lose. I wondered whether Ron would care about this or
not. In my opinion he would have loved to go home right then
Oliver only hummed quietly instead of crying and cheering like a baby when
the wretched rest of the Mexican wave passed by. After this game he would
certainly change back to quidditch. In quidditch he was the best, no doubt.
What's
wrong with'em?!, Mr. Granger groaned
furiously, They're playing miserably!
Behind us someone grunted agreeing.
Suddenly the stadium gasped for breath.
,
the whole block made, without Ron and Oliver.
FREE KICK!
Ron asked irritated.
Our best
striker is being fouled! Mr. Granger muttered and
shook his head. If this wasn't a free kick,
I'll He let the end of his sentence open.
But there was no use asking what he would do then, because the referee gave
the free kick. The striker who had been lying on the field, half-dead,
suddenly was fit again and transformed it. (A/N: Hope you can say it like
this in English, in German we say it so. If not: He simply shot a goal!)
The stadium cheered.
Now everything was open again. ,
even Ron whispered.
I leaned back and also Mr. Granger who had been grumbling all the time
calmed down a little.
Hermione didn't show much interest at all. I thought about going into
the theatre or somewhere else with her and Ron, perhaps she would be happy.
And the theatre would give Ron and me the chance to fall asleep without her
noticing it. Sometimes, not very often, some really good ideas sneaked into
my mind.
Then my thoughts
drifted away to Cho. That she went to the school ball with
Cedric, God bless him, really hurt me. How lucky Hermione and Ron were,
having each other and being close to each other that often. Why did they
behave so strange? Didn't they realize the luck they had? I had to
confess that I was jealous, even to Cedric, who was dead. Cho loved him, not
me. And she might still love him, I thought. Then I remembered Ginny, who
seemed to love me truly. How she must feel all the time
Life was not easy.
People might think I was carefree Harry Potter, the boy
who had had such a luck to survive Lord Voldemort, the boy who had found
such good friends at Hogwarts and had every year a new adventure to go
through. OK, they know I have lost my parents and they of course all felt
pity for me, but no-one of them knew my true, despairing feelings. If you
think, teenagers were not able to feel true love for someone, then you are
wrong.
I never told Ron, and I never told Hermione. This would be my own secret and
I would never tell anyone. People shouldn't think I was oversensitive
or something.
The game went on
and there was not much time left to shoot the one and
important goal.
The players were obviously nervous. Thousand times a minute the referee had
to whistle off-side.
It was the ninetieth minute. Hemione asked what time it was, and before I
was able to say anything, Ron shouted
I looked at him confused. It was already about six o'clock.
Why do you think it's four, Ron? Its already six.
Ron sighed. Harry, look over there! Do you see this man? Yes? And the
board he is holding? Good. And what do you see on the board? A big, red
four. I think that will explain.
Proudly he leaned back and glanced at Hermione.
,
I began carefully, that's the number of
minutes the players have left. I replied. In four minutes the
game's over.
Ron gulped softly, grinned foolish and said: I knew. Just wanted to
see if you knew too.
Oh. I understand.
I said nodding and watched the game again.
Hermione had started to giggle, but Ron didn't notice. What a luck, I
didn't dare think about what he might have said.
The minutes passed much too fast. One last corner kick and the game would be
over.
The last
chance. Mr. Granger pointed out.
The man shot the ball into the middle of the penalty area, another jumped
up, touched the ball with his head and aimed it exactly into the
I cried and stood up, even Oliver stood up after
making clear the all the others did, too.
,
he said and chuckled. I knew it!
Hermione stood up, waited until most of the people had calmed down and then
she said:
As it is
over now, this more than exciting soccer match, would
someone mind going home now?!
The tone of her voice didn't tolerate any contradictions so we left
the stadium.
In the pushing and shoving we almost lost each other.
At the entry Oliver and Kristen had to take another direction. Bye,
then., Oliver said and shook everybody's hand.
,
Kristen said and waved shortly while turning around,
hope we'll meet once again sometime.
I grinned. They really fit together, the two of them. Before they
disappeared into the crowd, Oliver shouted: And Harry, I want you to
be fit for the next quidditch season! Griffindor rocks!
To be continued
Wheeew, what a
relief, finally ready We hope you liked it. Fifth
chapter will be up as soon as possible! It's Kaeera's turn again!
Kaeera:
Hey folks, don't forget to review!
Latrisha: Yeah, I still hope that Cathy Doll will review some day.
Hello?! Do you hear me? *shouts out loudly*
Kaeera: She won't hear you. Give it up. *pats
Latrisha's shoulder*
Latrisha: *sniffles* But then, what do you think zombie-miho will
give us this time *thirsts for it*
Kaeera: You're just too curious. Continue behaving like this
and Santa Claus won't bring you anything this year.
Latrisha: *eyes opened with horror* I'm sorry! Please forgive
me, dear zombie-miho, I will wait patiently, OK? *twinkles at her
Frodo clone* I know how to spend my time *hugs him
tenderly*
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review ^__^ *pulls Legolas away from Latrisha