FINALLY! Quidditch is coming up! YES! First game, Slytherin! It's my turn
to show that bloody Malfoy who's boss!
I proudly put on my blue robe and my Firebolt 5000. No freakin' way Malfoy's gonna beat me to the snitch, uh-uh. I quickly tied my hair up into a ponytail and ran out the castle, in my route running into someone I really wished would disappear . . .
"Watch where you're going, Draco." I spat angrily and walked away. I heard footsteps following me as they got closer and closer. No use in running; I knew he was faster than me even if I didn't want to admit it.
"What do you want, ferret?" I asked clenching my broom tighter, mimicking what I wanted to do to Malfoy.
"Can't I accompany you to the stadium?" He asked politely; but I could sense the snickering under his voice.
"Sure you can . . ." I started as he came closer to me, ".Just stay at least 10 feet away from me and I'm sure I'll be fine."
I snickered and started walking away. He grabbed my arm and starred at me with his "famous" gray-blue eyes that were suppose to melt you right then and there. I knew that's what he wanted. I knew that's what he thought would break me. But no, I have a little more strength in me than other girls.
"Let me go, Malfoy!" I yelled as I narrowed my eyes and was about to punch him yet again. But, surprisingly, he let go of me. Just like that. No snickering, no harassment. I didn't stop to ask what was wrong with him and briskly walked away from the idiot.
I raced out the door and to the stadium just in time. I grabbed my broom and breathed in once before hearing my name being called out from the announcer.
"Robin Blaisyer! Seeker!"
Mark patted my shoulder as I turned and smiled to him and flew into the stadium. I soared over the booing and cheering crowd as I met with the other Ravenclaws in a team meeting. Once everyone came in the huddle, Mark talked about our strategy and gave us some words of encouragement. He gave me a wink as I suddenly forgave him for the flirting thing with Blaise. He flew down to Madame Hooch as he waited for Slytherin's captain, Draco Malfoy, to come down to the ground. "Shake hands!" Madame Hooch said as she put a heavy suitcase on the ground.
I could see Draco smirking as he said something to Mark and looked at me. I could tell Mark was fuming but kept his anger inside. I questioned myself on what Draco had said to Mark and presumed it was something about me. Mark took his place as chaser and Draco flew across from me. Madame Hooch released the snitch and bludgers and waited about a minute before speaking again.
"I want a fair and clean game!" She said hinting to Draco. Draco snickered and gave me a sly smirk. He was planning something. I could feel it. I came back to reality when Madame Hooch blew her whistle. I levitated in the air looking left and right for the snitch. About twenty minutes later, the score was forty to thirty, and Slytherin was winning. A golden glitter caught my eye as I dove for the snitch. Though my broom was fairly good, Draco was wealthy and bought the best broom out there; a Silver Slasher. Spoiled Brat. But my skill would beat him. I was going to catch the snitch. I could hear the zooming sound of the Silver Slasher as Draco now was right beside me. He gave me a push and a smirk. He thought this was funny, huh? I'll show him funny.
I rammed him as he slowed down a bit but zoomed back into the lead.
"Play nice, now..." He snickered as he rammed me hard into the tent. I barely missed the spectator area and was a few feet behind Draco. I zoomed under him just as he was about to catch the snitch. I pushed him from underneath as he almost fell off his broom. I had caught him off guard, hah.
Bah, if only Draco had a slower broom. He easily caught up to me again and we were both reaching our hands out to grab the flying golden sphere. He was just about to grab it as he stopped flying. I looked over my shoulder and saw him hovering in the air and gave me a sneer. I don't know what was up with him, but I reluctantly grabbed the snitch. I felt great for catching it, but was not so thrilled after I realized what happened. He let me win on purpose, that stupid bastard. I burst out of the crowd of cheering Ravenclaws around me and walked towards the pack of Slytherin sadly walking to the locker room. I found the platinum blonde hair out of the green tidal wave and turned Malfoy around.
"What the hell was that, Malfoy?" I yelled at him. I like winning, don't get me wrong. But when someone LETS me win, it just doesn't feel right.
"What do you mean, Robin?" He said as a smirk appeared on his face; Draco's trademark.
"I mean what you just did! You let me win, you sorry Malfoy-Ass Wipe!" I yelled as he grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
"Don't ever call me that." Draco said angrily, piercing me with his glare, "Ever."
I didn't let my fear shine through my expression as I just glared at him and ripped his hand off me. I walked away extremely frustrated and joined the crowd of Ravenclaws going up to the castle.
I proudly put on my blue robe and my Firebolt 5000. No freakin' way Malfoy's gonna beat me to the snitch, uh-uh. I quickly tied my hair up into a ponytail and ran out the castle, in my route running into someone I really wished would disappear . . .
"Watch where you're going, Draco." I spat angrily and walked away. I heard footsteps following me as they got closer and closer. No use in running; I knew he was faster than me even if I didn't want to admit it.
"What do you want, ferret?" I asked clenching my broom tighter, mimicking what I wanted to do to Malfoy.
"Can't I accompany you to the stadium?" He asked politely; but I could sense the snickering under his voice.
"Sure you can . . ." I started as he came closer to me, ".Just stay at least 10 feet away from me and I'm sure I'll be fine."
I snickered and started walking away. He grabbed my arm and starred at me with his "famous" gray-blue eyes that were suppose to melt you right then and there. I knew that's what he wanted. I knew that's what he thought would break me. But no, I have a little more strength in me than other girls.
"Let me go, Malfoy!" I yelled as I narrowed my eyes and was about to punch him yet again. But, surprisingly, he let go of me. Just like that. No snickering, no harassment. I didn't stop to ask what was wrong with him and briskly walked away from the idiot.
I raced out the door and to the stadium just in time. I grabbed my broom and breathed in once before hearing my name being called out from the announcer.
"Robin Blaisyer! Seeker!"
Mark patted my shoulder as I turned and smiled to him and flew into the stadium. I soared over the booing and cheering crowd as I met with the other Ravenclaws in a team meeting. Once everyone came in the huddle, Mark talked about our strategy and gave us some words of encouragement. He gave me a wink as I suddenly forgave him for the flirting thing with Blaise. He flew down to Madame Hooch as he waited for Slytherin's captain, Draco Malfoy, to come down to the ground. "Shake hands!" Madame Hooch said as she put a heavy suitcase on the ground.
I could see Draco smirking as he said something to Mark and looked at me. I could tell Mark was fuming but kept his anger inside. I questioned myself on what Draco had said to Mark and presumed it was something about me. Mark took his place as chaser and Draco flew across from me. Madame Hooch released the snitch and bludgers and waited about a minute before speaking again.
"I want a fair and clean game!" She said hinting to Draco. Draco snickered and gave me a sly smirk. He was planning something. I could feel it. I came back to reality when Madame Hooch blew her whistle. I levitated in the air looking left and right for the snitch. About twenty minutes later, the score was forty to thirty, and Slytherin was winning. A golden glitter caught my eye as I dove for the snitch. Though my broom was fairly good, Draco was wealthy and bought the best broom out there; a Silver Slasher. Spoiled Brat. But my skill would beat him. I was going to catch the snitch. I could hear the zooming sound of the Silver Slasher as Draco now was right beside me. He gave me a push and a smirk. He thought this was funny, huh? I'll show him funny.
I rammed him as he slowed down a bit but zoomed back into the lead.
"Play nice, now..." He snickered as he rammed me hard into the tent. I barely missed the spectator area and was a few feet behind Draco. I zoomed under him just as he was about to catch the snitch. I pushed him from underneath as he almost fell off his broom. I had caught him off guard, hah.
Bah, if only Draco had a slower broom. He easily caught up to me again and we were both reaching our hands out to grab the flying golden sphere. He was just about to grab it as he stopped flying. I looked over my shoulder and saw him hovering in the air and gave me a sneer. I don't know what was up with him, but I reluctantly grabbed the snitch. I felt great for catching it, but was not so thrilled after I realized what happened. He let me win on purpose, that stupid bastard. I burst out of the crowd of cheering Ravenclaws around me and walked towards the pack of Slytherin sadly walking to the locker room. I found the platinum blonde hair out of the green tidal wave and turned Malfoy around.
"What the hell was that, Malfoy?" I yelled at him. I like winning, don't get me wrong. But when someone LETS me win, it just doesn't feel right.
"What do you mean, Robin?" He said as a smirk appeared on his face; Draco's trademark.
"I mean what you just did! You let me win, you sorry Malfoy-Ass Wipe!" I yelled as he grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
"Don't ever call me that." Draco said angrily, piercing me with his glare, "Ever."
I didn't let my fear shine through my expression as I just glared at him and ripped his hand off me. I walked away extremely frustrated and joined the crowd of Ravenclaws going up to the castle.
