Faded Eternity
Chapter 8- Revenge
Author's Notes- Thank you all so, so very much for all of your fantastic reviews! *Hails all of the Reviewers MANY, MANY TIMES* you all are GRAND! You people deserve much more than me saying thank you... but sadly, that is all I can give... ;_;
I'm very very sorry, but I have a special task for all of you! I am considering having a Dance (or Ball, if you'd like) in the story, but I am not sure of who will go with whom. I do NOT want to do common Dance Partners that are usually HP Shipper pairings, Like Harry and Hermione, or Ron and Hermione, or Draco and Hermione. Nor do I want to do things that have been done before, like Harry and Parvati. If you think you've spotted an awesome pair, and you think that it is good for this fic, put it in your review! It'd make me feel so happy! On top of that, I have been having an even HARDER time finding someone for Val. I'm not going for an Inter-House date, nor am I going to have her go with Malfoy, that's just way too Mary- Sue. I know that this is SO unbearably annoying, but if you think you've found someone who has some sort of a connection with Val, tell me!
You don't have to give me recommendations, just if you happen to find something, tell me.
Now, for the story... I've been coming up with some really long Author's Notes lately, haven't I?
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Val pulled herself out of bed that morning; there would be no sleeping in today. Because today was the day. The day of Slytherin's revenge on Gryffindor. It was around 7:00 and she already was in her Quidditch robes and ready to head out to the pitch. She walked over to Blaise's bed and leaned over it.
"Hey, Blaise! Its time to Wake UP!" she shouted at the sleeping girl, "You DO want to get good seats for the match, don't you?"
"Ngh... What time is it...?" Zabini mumbled. Val took a peek at the watch on her left wrist.
"7:17." Val announced.
"I still have an hour to sleep... You go ahead..." Blaise answered, annoyed.
"Whatever. It will be more peaceful without you, anyway." Val shot back.
"It will never be peaceful with Flint around, and today he's probably going to give you a pep talk! Haha!" she laughed into her pillow.
Val scowled at the words "Pep Talk" and trudged out the Dormitory.
She trudged up through the empty corridors and into the great hall, snatching a piece of toast from the old table and grabbing her broom from the broom closet. Toting the sleek Nimbus Two Thousand and One, she jogged out to the Slytherin Locker Rooms. Arriving at the silver door with the Slytherin Crest Embedded on it, she muttered the password:
"Ambition and Greed gives you Happiness Indeed." and with that, the door swung open.
There her eyes greeted the sight of Flint leaned over a large model of the Quidditch Field, complete with miniscule players. He would prod one of the Slytherins across the field sometimes, all the while lighting a few of the Gryffindor models on fire with a sick grin lingering on his face.
"So..." Val broke into the silence, like a brick breaking glass, "Do you have any game plans?"
Flint looked up from his intense concentration on the burning of a Gryffindor keeper who vaguely resembled the infamous Oliver Wood, "Err..."
Val looked as if she could fall over with exasperation, "So what are we supposed to do? YOU'RE the captain!"
"There is no real PLAN, Lethon! We're going to do ANYTHING to score, and Malfoy had BETTER do whatever he can to catch the snitch! I don't care if you have to kill a Gryffindor to get your hands on that quaffle, just get your hands on it!" he retorted, his teeth bared angrily.
After a few unbearably silent minutes Val let out a deep sigh, "When is everyone else going to get here?"
"I don't know." He muttered darkly, "Most of them get here late."
Val munched on her toast, thinking of she could have been lying in bed right now, "Damn..."
And with that, Flint started burning the Gryffindor Seeker.
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"WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO THE FIRST QUIDDITCH MATCH OF THE SEASON: GRYFFINDOR VERSUS SLYTHERIN!" Lee's voice boomed over the stadium. "AND HERE COMES THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM!!!!!!! THOMAS! WEASLEY! WEASLEY! SPINNET! BELLE! JOHNSON! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND POTTER!!!!!" he shouted enthusiastically, "AND HERE'S THE SLYTHERIN TEAM. FLINT, BOLE, DERRICK, LETHON, WARRINGTON, MONTAGUE AND MALFOY." He didn't sound so happy about announcing those names.
The players soared out onto the field, the Slytherin team hovering opposite the Gryffindor.
"NOW! IF I EVER SEE AS HORRIBLE TACTICS AS THERE WERE AT THE LAST QUIDDITCH CUP IN THIS GAME, PLAYERS SHALL BE TAKEN OFF OF THE FIELD!" Madam Hooch shrieked as she released the bludgers, quaffle, and snitch. She stepped back, and blew harshly into her whistle. The game had begun.
Val zoomed up, knocked Alicia's hand out of the way, and seized the quaffle. She tore down the field, followed very closely by Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson. She flung the quaffle over at Warrington, who was seemingly wide open. But Alicia Spinnet roared up and snatched it, heading over to the Slytherin goalposts.
"Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinnet speeding toward the goalposts- NO NO NO! -Hit with a bludger, drops the Quaffle. Flint of Slytherin snatches it, dodges Weasley's bludger- COME ON DEAN! BLOCK HIM!!!!!! YES! Gryffindor back in possession, Katie Bell streaking over towards the Slytherin end- Duck Katie!!!!- Bell dodges Montague, and YESS! SHE SCORES! GRYFFINDOR LEADS TEN TO ZERO!!!!"
Harry was spying EVERYWHERE for the Snitch- but couldn't seem to find it. He put on another spurt of speed, heading over to the Slytherin Goal Posts. Malfoy seemed to be chasing something... THE SNITCH! Harry sped over there as fast as he could, slamming into Malfoy.
"God damn it Potter!" Malfoy yelled in pain.
Harry swerved around to find the snitch, but it had disappeared once again.
"Slytherin in Possession, Val Lethon tearing down the field, hope she runs into that pole, the stuck up Durmstr-"
"JORDAN!" McGonagall roared.
"Very sorry professor. Anyways, Lethon dodges another streaking bludger, nearly taking off Weasley's head with that swerve- ARGH! She almost has beaten Dean- NO!!! Slytherin and Gryffindor tied, Ten to Ten!"
The sea of Green and Silver was cheering loudly and Flint was beaming as he flew to block the Quaffle from Angelina Johnson's clutches, but too late- she had the ball.
Over on the other side of the field, Harry had at last spotted the glimmer of gold circling the left stands. He put on another burst of speed, the wind howling in his ears, and Malfoy on his tail.
His hand was only a few feet away from the snitch, when Malfoy's broom handle smashed into him, bruising his side.
"Agh!" Harry wheezed in pain.
Malfoy almost had the snitch in his pale hand, it was his to win, pride, victory-
NO! A bludger swooped by, shot by one of those FILTHY Weasleys- causing him to lose the snitch. Damn it all.
"Gryffindor in Possession, Angelina Johnson just about at the Goalposts- CURSES!- Bole rams into her!!!! Madam Hooch ought to do something- and yes, it's a penalty to Gryffindor. Angelina beats the keeper no problem and the game continues, Gryffindor in the lead, Twenty to Ten."
Flint was looking murderous. He stole the Quaffle from Alicia Spinnet and threw himself toward the Gryffindor goalposts, nearly colliding with about half of the Gryffindor team.
"Slytherin in possession, that failure Marcus Flint pushing his way towards the goalposts. I mean come on, how in the world could someone fail three times in a row-"
"JORDAN STOP IT THIS INSTANT!!!!!" McGonagall screeched.
The Gryffindors were in hysterics, crying with laugher at Flint. Flint looked extremely furious, yet he pushed on towards the goalposts in his rage.
"Yes, sorry Professor. Flint still heading toward the Goalposts- Block him Dean! BLOCK HIM! We can't have a FAILURE score against us!!!!- NOOO! Gryffindor and Slytherin tied once again, Twenty to Twenty."
The Slytherins were cheering wildly as Jordan announced the score. They hadn't been this close in a game against Gryffindor in YEARS!
Draco squinted out into the distance, hoping to spot the trademark gold glimmer... He was quite pleased they were tied, and he didn't want to ruin it and have Flint kick him off the team. He ducked as a bludger swerved his way, and there it was- The Snitch, hovering beside Derrick, a Slytherin Beater. He sped over, and was meters away, when he saw Potter. Potter had seen it too! He put on a whole new boost of speed, and YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He HAD the Snitch!
He held it up, for all of them to see. And for once, he was the better seeker!
"OH NO!!!! Malfoy's caught the snitch! One Hundred Fifty points to Slytherin, and Slytherin wins the match..." Lee's voice trailed off.
The Slytherin end exploded with cheers, and shouts of joy. Flint was zooming around the field, taking the victory lap he felt he rightly deserved. Draco punched the fist with the snitch in it up into the air. His trademark smirk was plastered onto his face, and he knew that even his father might have been proud.
But suddenly- a bludger, shot by that Weasley careened into Malfoy's arm. There was a sickening crunch, and Malfoy sunk off of his broom. One of the teachers, Professor Snape, had used a hovering charm to keep him from hitting the ground hard. Madam Pomfrey rushed over to him, bending down to check the injured arm. She was pulling up his sleeve when-
"No, It's okay... I'm fine!" Draco half-shouted.
"No, Mr. Malfoy! Let me check on this, people aren't okay once they've been hit by those nasty bludgers." The Spooky Chihuahua voice was back again.
"No!!! I'm serious! I'm perfectly fine!" he hissed back, but he was too late. She had pulled up his sleeve, to reveal- a Dark Mark, glinting sinisterly in the sun.
"Oh... my... God..." Pomfrey clasped her hands over her mouth in terror, and Dumbledore stepped beside her, steel in his eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy, come with me." Dumbledore's voice wasn't kind.
"But- you don't understand-" Malfoy stuttered.
"Yes, I do Malfoy. Please come with me." Dumbledore commanded.
Malfoy lugged himself up off of the ground, cradling the pained arm. He followed Dumbledore back into Hogwarts.
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"Blood Pop" Dumbledore muttered at the Gargoyle. It stepped aside, it's stony gaze penetrating nothing. They walked into Dumbledore's warm office, Draco shivering. Not with cold, but with fear.
"Please sit down." Dumbledore motioned to a chair. Draco sat down, shaking.
"I swear I'm not-" Draco started.
"I know you're not a Death-Eater. You were, but you have seen your error. I understand. But for now, we will have to prove that to the Minister." Dumbledore cut in.
"Yes, sir."
"The path you have chosen is hard, but I am sure you will be able to make it." Dumbledore continued, eyes twinkling.
"Yes, sir."
"You may go now if you wish, Draco." Dumbledore glanced at the door.
"Thank you sir." Answered Draco in monotone.
"Oh, and by the way, good job at the Quidditch Match. I'm sure your friends will have some sort of party waiting for you, go on."
Draco nodded and headed out the door.
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"I can't believe it." Harry muttered as he trudged down the hall with Ron and Hermione.
"It's okay Harry! It's not your fault!" Hermione said for the fifth time.
"Oh yes it is... Malfoy beat me to the snitch!"
"So? It doesn't mean we won't win the Quidditch cup!" Ron assured.
"I doubt it. Flint is freaking out because he's not going to be here next year, and he's going to do absolutely anything to win that cup." Harry answered sadly.
"We'll still be here to win the cup next year, Harry! It's no big loss." Hermione grinned.
"I suppose so..." replied Harry with a sigh.
"I know so Harry." Hermione smiled.
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Val dragged herself to the Slytherin Common Room, sleeping sounded like a good thing to do right now. She stood in front of the stone wall, and mumbled the familiar password:
"Gryffindork." And with that, the Stone wall slid out of sight to reveal the common room packed with cheering Slytherins of every age. They roared with glee when Val stepped in, throwing confetti everywhere. Blaise shoved a butterbeer into her hand with a shout of "Good job!" Flint was surrounded by nearly one hundred people, telling him how good of a job he did. He looked happy, but a little put out. Val couldn't put a finger on why the hell he was put out, but he was.
There was a nice loud night of partying, music, random shoutings of "Gryffindor Sucks" and yes, a special announcement from Dumbledore.
It was around 8:00 at night, when they were asked to come up to dinner despite the fact they were full of butterbeer and sweets. Dumbledore stood up, and began to speak:
"I have some good news for all of you. Last year, we had the luck of holding the Triwizard Championship at our school. As we all can remember, the Cup also included a formal ball. Because of the fantastic and festive turnout at that ball, we have decided to hold one on December the Fifteenth. Students from Third year and up are allowed only. Do not despair First and Second years, each house will have an organized party in the common rooms, and I'm sure you will have a spectacular time. For this ball partners are not required, but there will be a number of chances to dance with a partner, so you may want one. Good Luck to all of you!" and with that, he sat down.
The whole hall burst with whispers of "Will you go with me?" the second Dumbledore stopped talking. Val looked around the table for availiable guys. She sighed and layed back in her chair. Blaise, however, immediately winked at Warrington.
"Will you go with me again?" Blaise asked, supposedly she had gone with Warrington at the Yule Ball last year. Warrington grinned and nodded.
"Of course."
Flint, however, groaned inwardly. Looked like another night in the empty common room again this year. Last year the comments he got behind his back from girls was, "Eeew, Im not going with him, look at his teeth!" now that he got his teeth fixed, it was, "I'm not going with THAT idiot, He failed three times in a row!" Oh well. Their loss...right? Right?
And after all of the hubbub subsided, ten o'clock came fast, and the lights went out at Hogwarts.
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A/N- Whoa, this is a really long chapter! I'm so excited! Well, anyway, remember to give me suggestions on who should go with who, and good luck!
~Quicksilver Fallen~
Chapter 8- Revenge
Author's Notes- Thank you all so, so very much for all of your fantastic reviews! *Hails all of the Reviewers MANY, MANY TIMES* you all are GRAND! You people deserve much more than me saying thank you... but sadly, that is all I can give... ;_;
I'm very very sorry, but I have a special task for all of you! I am considering having a Dance (or Ball, if you'd like) in the story, but I am not sure of who will go with whom. I do NOT want to do common Dance Partners that are usually HP Shipper pairings, Like Harry and Hermione, or Ron and Hermione, or Draco and Hermione. Nor do I want to do things that have been done before, like Harry and Parvati. If you think you've spotted an awesome pair, and you think that it is good for this fic, put it in your review! It'd make me feel so happy! On top of that, I have been having an even HARDER time finding someone for Val. I'm not going for an Inter-House date, nor am I going to have her go with Malfoy, that's just way too Mary- Sue. I know that this is SO unbearably annoying, but if you think you've found someone who has some sort of a connection with Val, tell me!
You don't have to give me recommendations, just if you happen to find something, tell me.
Now, for the story... I've been coming up with some really long Author's Notes lately, haven't I?
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Val pulled herself out of bed that morning; there would be no sleeping in today. Because today was the day. The day of Slytherin's revenge on Gryffindor. It was around 7:00 and she already was in her Quidditch robes and ready to head out to the pitch. She walked over to Blaise's bed and leaned over it.
"Hey, Blaise! Its time to Wake UP!" she shouted at the sleeping girl, "You DO want to get good seats for the match, don't you?"
"Ngh... What time is it...?" Zabini mumbled. Val took a peek at the watch on her left wrist.
"7:17." Val announced.
"I still have an hour to sleep... You go ahead..." Blaise answered, annoyed.
"Whatever. It will be more peaceful without you, anyway." Val shot back.
"It will never be peaceful with Flint around, and today he's probably going to give you a pep talk! Haha!" she laughed into her pillow.
Val scowled at the words "Pep Talk" and trudged out the Dormitory.
She trudged up through the empty corridors and into the great hall, snatching a piece of toast from the old table and grabbing her broom from the broom closet. Toting the sleek Nimbus Two Thousand and One, she jogged out to the Slytherin Locker Rooms. Arriving at the silver door with the Slytherin Crest Embedded on it, she muttered the password:
"Ambition and Greed gives you Happiness Indeed." and with that, the door swung open.
There her eyes greeted the sight of Flint leaned over a large model of the Quidditch Field, complete with miniscule players. He would prod one of the Slytherins across the field sometimes, all the while lighting a few of the Gryffindor models on fire with a sick grin lingering on his face.
"So..." Val broke into the silence, like a brick breaking glass, "Do you have any game plans?"
Flint looked up from his intense concentration on the burning of a Gryffindor keeper who vaguely resembled the infamous Oliver Wood, "Err..."
Val looked as if she could fall over with exasperation, "So what are we supposed to do? YOU'RE the captain!"
"There is no real PLAN, Lethon! We're going to do ANYTHING to score, and Malfoy had BETTER do whatever he can to catch the snitch! I don't care if you have to kill a Gryffindor to get your hands on that quaffle, just get your hands on it!" he retorted, his teeth bared angrily.
After a few unbearably silent minutes Val let out a deep sigh, "When is everyone else going to get here?"
"I don't know." He muttered darkly, "Most of them get here late."
Val munched on her toast, thinking of she could have been lying in bed right now, "Damn..."
And with that, Flint started burning the Gryffindor Seeker.
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"WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO THE FIRST QUIDDITCH MATCH OF THE SEASON: GRYFFINDOR VERSUS SLYTHERIN!" Lee's voice boomed over the stadium. "AND HERE COMES THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM!!!!!!! THOMAS! WEASLEY! WEASLEY! SPINNET! BELLE! JOHNSON! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND POTTER!!!!!" he shouted enthusiastically, "AND HERE'S THE SLYTHERIN TEAM. FLINT, BOLE, DERRICK, LETHON, WARRINGTON, MONTAGUE AND MALFOY." He didn't sound so happy about announcing those names.
The players soared out onto the field, the Slytherin team hovering opposite the Gryffindor.
"NOW! IF I EVER SEE AS HORRIBLE TACTICS AS THERE WERE AT THE LAST QUIDDITCH CUP IN THIS GAME, PLAYERS SHALL BE TAKEN OFF OF THE FIELD!" Madam Hooch shrieked as she released the bludgers, quaffle, and snitch. She stepped back, and blew harshly into her whistle. The game had begun.
Val zoomed up, knocked Alicia's hand out of the way, and seized the quaffle. She tore down the field, followed very closely by Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson. She flung the quaffle over at Warrington, who was seemingly wide open. But Alicia Spinnet roared up and snatched it, heading over to the Slytherin goalposts.
"Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinnet speeding toward the goalposts- NO NO NO! -Hit with a bludger, drops the Quaffle. Flint of Slytherin snatches it, dodges Weasley's bludger- COME ON DEAN! BLOCK HIM!!!!!! YES! Gryffindor back in possession, Katie Bell streaking over towards the Slytherin end- Duck Katie!!!!- Bell dodges Montague, and YESS! SHE SCORES! GRYFFINDOR LEADS TEN TO ZERO!!!!"
Harry was spying EVERYWHERE for the Snitch- but couldn't seem to find it. He put on another spurt of speed, heading over to the Slytherin Goal Posts. Malfoy seemed to be chasing something... THE SNITCH! Harry sped over there as fast as he could, slamming into Malfoy.
"God damn it Potter!" Malfoy yelled in pain.
Harry swerved around to find the snitch, but it had disappeared once again.
"Slytherin in Possession, Val Lethon tearing down the field, hope she runs into that pole, the stuck up Durmstr-"
"JORDAN!" McGonagall roared.
"Very sorry professor. Anyways, Lethon dodges another streaking bludger, nearly taking off Weasley's head with that swerve- ARGH! She almost has beaten Dean- NO!!! Slytherin and Gryffindor tied, Ten to Ten!"
The sea of Green and Silver was cheering loudly and Flint was beaming as he flew to block the Quaffle from Angelina Johnson's clutches, but too late- she had the ball.
Over on the other side of the field, Harry had at last spotted the glimmer of gold circling the left stands. He put on another burst of speed, the wind howling in his ears, and Malfoy on his tail.
His hand was only a few feet away from the snitch, when Malfoy's broom handle smashed into him, bruising his side.
"Agh!" Harry wheezed in pain.
Malfoy almost had the snitch in his pale hand, it was his to win, pride, victory-
NO! A bludger swooped by, shot by one of those FILTHY Weasleys- causing him to lose the snitch. Damn it all.
"Gryffindor in Possession, Angelina Johnson just about at the Goalposts- CURSES!- Bole rams into her!!!! Madam Hooch ought to do something- and yes, it's a penalty to Gryffindor. Angelina beats the keeper no problem and the game continues, Gryffindor in the lead, Twenty to Ten."
Flint was looking murderous. He stole the Quaffle from Alicia Spinnet and threw himself toward the Gryffindor goalposts, nearly colliding with about half of the Gryffindor team.
"Slytherin in possession, that failure Marcus Flint pushing his way towards the goalposts. I mean come on, how in the world could someone fail three times in a row-"
"JORDAN STOP IT THIS INSTANT!!!!!" McGonagall screeched.
The Gryffindors were in hysterics, crying with laugher at Flint. Flint looked extremely furious, yet he pushed on towards the goalposts in his rage.
"Yes, sorry Professor. Flint still heading toward the Goalposts- Block him Dean! BLOCK HIM! We can't have a FAILURE score against us!!!!- NOOO! Gryffindor and Slytherin tied once again, Twenty to Twenty."
The Slytherins were cheering wildly as Jordan announced the score. They hadn't been this close in a game against Gryffindor in YEARS!
Draco squinted out into the distance, hoping to spot the trademark gold glimmer... He was quite pleased they were tied, and he didn't want to ruin it and have Flint kick him off the team. He ducked as a bludger swerved his way, and there it was- The Snitch, hovering beside Derrick, a Slytherin Beater. He sped over, and was meters away, when he saw Potter. Potter had seen it too! He put on a whole new boost of speed, and YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He HAD the Snitch!
He held it up, for all of them to see. And for once, he was the better seeker!
"OH NO!!!! Malfoy's caught the snitch! One Hundred Fifty points to Slytherin, and Slytherin wins the match..." Lee's voice trailed off.
The Slytherin end exploded with cheers, and shouts of joy. Flint was zooming around the field, taking the victory lap he felt he rightly deserved. Draco punched the fist with the snitch in it up into the air. His trademark smirk was plastered onto his face, and he knew that even his father might have been proud.
But suddenly- a bludger, shot by that Weasley careened into Malfoy's arm. There was a sickening crunch, and Malfoy sunk off of his broom. One of the teachers, Professor Snape, had used a hovering charm to keep him from hitting the ground hard. Madam Pomfrey rushed over to him, bending down to check the injured arm. She was pulling up his sleeve when-
"No, It's okay... I'm fine!" Draco half-shouted.
"No, Mr. Malfoy! Let me check on this, people aren't okay once they've been hit by those nasty bludgers." The Spooky Chihuahua voice was back again.
"No!!! I'm serious! I'm perfectly fine!" he hissed back, but he was too late. She had pulled up his sleeve, to reveal- a Dark Mark, glinting sinisterly in the sun.
"Oh... my... God..." Pomfrey clasped her hands over her mouth in terror, and Dumbledore stepped beside her, steel in his eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy, come with me." Dumbledore's voice wasn't kind.
"But- you don't understand-" Malfoy stuttered.
"Yes, I do Malfoy. Please come with me." Dumbledore commanded.
Malfoy lugged himself up off of the ground, cradling the pained arm. He followed Dumbledore back into Hogwarts.
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"Blood Pop" Dumbledore muttered at the Gargoyle. It stepped aside, it's stony gaze penetrating nothing. They walked into Dumbledore's warm office, Draco shivering. Not with cold, but with fear.
"Please sit down." Dumbledore motioned to a chair. Draco sat down, shaking.
"I swear I'm not-" Draco started.
"I know you're not a Death-Eater. You were, but you have seen your error. I understand. But for now, we will have to prove that to the Minister." Dumbledore cut in.
"Yes, sir."
"The path you have chosen is hard, but I am sure you will be able to make it." Dumbledore continued, eyes twinkling.
"Yes, sir."
"You may go now if you wish, Draco." Dumbledore glanced at the door.
"Thank you sir." Answered Draco in monotone.
"Oh, and by the way, good job at the Quidditch Match. I'm sure your friends will have some sort of party waiting for you, go on."
Draco nodded and headed out the door.
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"I can't believe it." Harry muttered as he trudged down the hall with Ron and Hermione.
"It's okay Harry! It's not your fault!" Hermione said for the fifth time.
"Oh yes it is... Malfoy beat me to the snitch!"
"So? It doesn't mean we won't win the Quidditch cup!" Ron assured.
"I doubt it. Flint is freaking out because he's not going to be here next year, and he's going to do absolutely anything to win that cup." Harry answered sadly.
"We'll still be here to win the cup next year, Harry! It's no big loss." Hermione grinned.
"I suppose so..." replied Harry with a sigh.
"I know so Harry." Hermione smiled.
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Val dragged herself to the Slytherin Common Room, sleeping sounded like a good thing to do right now. She stood in front of the stone wall, and mumbled the familiar password:
"Gryffindork." And with that, the Stone wall slid out of sight to reveal the common room packed with cheering Slytherins of every age. They roared with glee when Val stepped in, throwing confetti everywhere. Blaise shoved a butterbeer into her hand with a shout of "Good job!" Flint was surrounded by nearly one hundred people, telling him how good of a job he did. He looked happy, but a little put out. Val couldn't put a finger on why the hell he was put out, but he was.
There was a nice loud night of partying, music, random shoutings of "Gryffindor Sucks" and yes, a special announcement from Dumbledore.
It was around 8:00 at night, when they were asked to come up to dinner despite the fact they were full of butterbeer and sweets. Dumbledore stood up, and began to speak:
"I have some good news for all of you. Last year, we had the luck of holding the Triwizard Championship at our school. As we all can remember, the Cup also included a formal ball. Because of the fantastic and festive turnout at that ball, we have decided to hold one on December the Fifteenth. Students from Third year and up are allowed only. Do not despair First and Second years, each house will have an organized party in the common rooms, and I'm sure you will have a spectacular time. For this ball partners are not required, but there will be a number of chances to dance with a partner, so you may want one. Good Luck to all of you!" and with that, he sat down.
The whole hall burst with whispers of "Will you go with me?" the second Dumbledore stopped talking. Val looked around the table for availiable guys. She sighed and layed back in her chair. Blaise, however, immediately winked at Warrington.
"Will you go with me again?" Blaise asked, supposedly she had gone with Warrington at the Yule Ball last year. Warrington grinned and nodded.
"Of course."
Flint, however, groaned inwardly. Looked like another night in the empty common room again this year. Last year the comments he got behind his back from girls was, "Eeew, Im not going with him, look at his teeth!" now that he got his teeth fixed, it was, "I'm not going with THAT idiot, He failed three times in a row!" Oh well. Their loss...right? Right?
And after all of the hubbub subsided, ten o'clock came fast, and the lights went out at Hogwarts.
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A/N- Whoa, this is a really long chapter! I'm so excited! Well, anyway, remember to give me suggestions on who should go with who, and good luck!
~Quicksilver Fallen~