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uhm, i just noticed that the teamcaptains name is oliver. that was really clever. well, who cares. *sighes*
love all of you that reviewed. You are heroes!!!!!
Chapter 9
Sheets of icecold rain were being blown around Durmstrang castle, battering against the windows and walls. Draco sighed and turned away from the window.
"How are we supposed to play in this weather?"
"It's easy. Once you get used to it that is." Dan smiled at his blond haired friend.
"Right."
Both boys had already changed into their Quidditch clothes, beige pants and darkred pullovers and robes. Draco went to the door.
"Let's go. Better early than late."
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Oliver looked out over the Quidditch pitch and scowled. It was raining hard, as usual. Still looking put off the Midnight student turned to his team.
"I know that we are, once again, playing in crappy weather. We will make the best out of this. We will win this match!"
The team cheered halfheartedly.
As they strode out of their lockerrooms they were greeted by loud encouraging yells and icy rain. Draco shivered. The two teams met on the Quidditchpitch. Both looked miscontented with the weather and the circumstances but determined to win the first match of the season.
"Team captians shake hands."
Oliver went foreward and took Janine Müller's hand.
The wistle blew and the match was underway. Draco lunged for the Quaffle and grabbed it securely under his arm. Streaking towards the opposite goalposts he didn't see the bludger comeing his way and was hit squarely in the back. The blond dropped the ball and dove downwards to retrieve it.
The Quaffle was snatched away right before his eyes. Draco cursed. Quickly gaining in hight he flew after his opponent. Efficiently dodging the next bludger Draco came closer to the other player. But the former Slytherin wasn't fast enough.
There was a loud cheer as the "Stars" made the first goal.
The game went on like this for some time, Midnight and Stars scoreing often, until the Snitch was seen. The first person to acknowledge the small golden ball was, surprisingly, Draco. Shortly after him, the Star's Seeker zoomed after the Snitch. Draco cursed and evaded a bludger. Then he teamed up with Dan and the two managed to make three consecutive goals.
The Snitch had dissapeared again and the Seekers were flying around aimlessly.
The rain had turned into snow and an icecold wind was blowing. Draco shivered. He hated the cold. His thoughts started to drift back to Hogwarts. He had rarley been cold there. Hogwarts was always warm. The Chaser sighed and ducked just in time, letting the bludger fly over his head without touching him.
The midnight team was leading with 50 points when the Snitch was suddenly re-sighted. Both seekers went into a spectacular dive and almost collided with the ground. Draco grabbed the Quaffle and flew towards the goal. He passed it to Oliver who threw it through the hoop. There was a loud cheer as Oliver high-fived Draco.
The Midnight Seeker was flying in Draco's direction, clearly following the Snitch. Draco, seeing that their Seeker wasn't paying any attention to where he was going, pulled up and flew out of the way, colliding with a random bludger. Draco yelped in pain as the hard ball met his shoulderblade.
There was a sudden very loud yell that rose from the stands. The midnight Seeker had cought the Snitch. The game was over.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Midight-Rose team had celebrated until two teachers ordered them to bed. Dan was already lying on his fourposter bed, drifting to sleep. Draco was sitting at his desk, writting a letter to Severus.
Soon he was finished and went to get undressed. As he pulled his shirt over his shoulder he winced. Glancing into the mirror Draco saw an angry colored bruise covering his right shoulder. Shrugging, Draco pulled on his pj's and slipped into bed, cringing at the pain in his shoulder.
The blond drifted into a haunted sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
read and review. merci.
This chapter is pretty pathetic. i do realise that nothing happens...
uhm, i just noticed that the teamcaptains name is oliver. that was really clever. well, who cares. *sighes*
love all of you that reviewed. You are heroes!!!!!
Chapter 9
Sheets of icecold rain were being blown around Durmstrang castle, battering against the windows and walls. Draco sighed and turned away from the window.
"How are we supposed to play in this weather?"
"It's easy. Once you get used to it that is." Dan smiled at his blond haired friend.
"Right."
Both boys had already changed into their Quidditch clothes, beige pants and darkred pullovers and robes. Draco went to the door.
"Let's go. Better early than late."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Oliver looked out over the Quidditch pitch and scowled. It was raining hard, as usual. Still looking put off the Midnight student turned to his team.
"I know that we are, once again, playing in crappy weather. We will make the best out of this. We will win this match!"
The team cheered halfheartedly.
As they strode out of their lockerrooms they were greeted by loud encouraging yells and icy rain. Draco shivered. The two teams met on the Quidditchpitch. Both looked miscontented with the weather and the circumstances but determined to win the first match of the season.
"Team captians shake hands."
Oliver went foreward and took Janine Müller's hand.
The wistle blew and the match was underway. Draco lunged for the Quaffle and grabbed it securely under his arm. Streaking towards the opposite goalposts he didn't see the bludger comeing his way and was hit squarely in the back. The blond dropped the ball and dove downwards to retrieve it.
The Quaffle was snatched away right before his eyes. Draco cursed. Quickly gaining in hight he flew after his opponent. Efficiently dodging the next bludger Draco came closer to the other player. But the former Slytherin wasn't fast enough.
There was a loud cheer as the "Stars" made the first goal.
The game went on like this for some time, Midnight and Stars scoreing often, until the Snitch was seen. The first person to acknowledge the small golden ball was, surprisingly, Draco. Shortly after him, the Star's Seeker zoomed after the Snitch. Draco cursed and evaded a bludger. Then he teamed up with Dan and the two managed to make three consecutive goals.
The Snitch had dissapeared again and the Seekers were flying around aimlessly.
The rain had turned into snow and an icecold wind was blowing. Draco shivered. He hated the cold. His thoughts started to drift back to Hogwarts. He had rarley been cold there. Hogwarts was always warm. The Chaser sighed and ducked just in time, letting the bludger fly over his head without touching him.
The midnight team was leading with 50 points when the Snitch was suddenly re-sighted. Both seekers went into a spectacular dive and almost collided with the ground. Draco grabbed the Quaffle and flew towards the goal. He passed it to Oliver who threw it through the hoop. There was a loud cheer as Oliver high-fived Draco.
The Midnight Seeker was flying in Draco's direction, clearly following the Snitch. Draco, seeing that their Seeker wasn't paying any attention to where he was going, pulled up and flew out of the way, colliding with a random bludger. Draco yelped in pain as the hard ball met his shoulderblade.
There was a sudden very loud yell that rose from the stands. The midnight Seeker had cought the Snitch. The game was over.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Midight-Rose team had celebrated until two teachers ordered them to bed. Dan was already lying on his fourposter bed, drifting to sleep. Draco was sitting at his desk, writting a letter to Severus.
Soon he was finished and went to get undressed. As he pulled his shirt over his shoulder he winced. Glancing into the mirror Draco saw an angry colored bruise covering his right shoulder. Shrugging, Draco pulled on his pj's and slipped into bed, cringing at the pain in his shoulder.
The blond drifted into a haunted sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
read and review. merci.
This chapter is pretty pathetic. i do realise that nothing happens...