Ah, time for some good old quidditch!! Now I know in J.K. Rowling's newest
part to her series.Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.Ron is keeper
of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Well I wrote this before I had even
gotten to read the book so yes this is a little off but oh well.I think
that Ron would be good at anything in Quidditch.sorry for any
inconveniences or anything!!!! Anyway Harry makes me so proud in this
Chapter by getting all over Draco.just read and you'll see!! (Not saying I
don't like Draco.I love Draco I really do.I love all of them!! ()
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Chapter 6: Quidditch
"I miss those days," Hermione said, letting the tears flow sweetly down her rosy cheeks.
"Whys mamma?" asked Jo-Jo, sucking his thumb.
"I miss having good times with my friends, that's all," Hermione said gently.
"This stowy's so happies mum; why yous sad?" Lillian asked, staring up at her mom's ever tear.
"It's.it's.it's just so emotional for me," Hermione said. The thunder was growing fiercer, and the lightning was getting brighter.
"I'm scared," Joey said, starting to whimper.
"Hush, darling," Hermione whispered as she placed her fingers upon her son's lips. "It will be alright."
"Hurry up, Ron," Harry said as he rushed out to the Quidditch field. "We're going to be late!"
"You know, I'm a lot faster in the air, than I am on the ground," Ron granted as he hustled behind Harry. The boys finally walked into the Gryffindor locker room when.
"Potter, Weasley, where the hell have you two been?! We've had to delay the match because you two weren't here on time!" Professor McGonagall howled. "You're lucky that I have made an excuse that you two were helping me clean my office! Get out on the field; they're waiting for you.Oh, and Potter.do try and catch the Snitch." With that, she was gone.
Harry looked at me almost as if he'd seen a ghost. "I've never heard her scream like that for being late for a match! Let alone cussing!"
"I know, it's really strange. Well, we better clear out of here." I started.
"And get our asses on the field!" Ron finished. Harry nodded, and they both started out to the field, where the enemies, the Slytherins, were awaiting their arrival.
As soon as they left my sight, I headed up to the stands. The stadium was packed like I had never seen it before. All the seats were taken, and almost every witch or wizard had some sort of sign or flag in their hand. I, for one, had a Gryffindor flag between my fingers, getting ready to clasp and wave it, proudly.
Madam Hooch spoke loudly. "Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season! The two teams that will be playing today are: Gryffindor versus Slytherin!" There were booming cheers from both sides, which seemed to shake the whole stadium. "Will the captains please come forward and shake hands?"
Harry and Draco both made their way to center field.
"Good luck," Harry mumbled, shaking Draco's hand firmly.
"You're going down Pussy-Potter," Malfoy said grinning devilishly and shaking Harry's hand with force. Harry turned, and said between gritted teeth, 'I hope you fall off your broomstick, motherfucker Malfoy! There's no way I'm letting that son of a bitch beat me, when I am the best seeker there is at this damn school!' Ron interrupted Harry's thoughts. "Let's go get 'em, Harry! We can so whoop these guys!" he said grinning and patting Harry on the back of his uniform.
"No shit," Harry said now grinning, too. Harry and Ron did their little handshake before jumping on their brooms. Then, they lifted into the air.
"I want a nice, clean game.from all of you. Any fun and games, that person will be given detention and kicked off the team for the year!"
Ron cringed, but Harry continued to look maliciously at Malfoy, and Malfoy returning his glare.
"Let the game begin!" Madam Hooch said and opened the chest, which held the quaffle, two bludgers, and Harry's precious desire: the golden Snitch.
The quaffle was released and the game began. Harry was the seeker on the team, and Ron, being a newcomer, was a beater. Harry's sharp green eye caught the Snitch and in a heartbeat, he was speeding after it with his arm stretched out. Ron was off a ways hitting bludgers left and right. No sooner that Harry was about to wrap his fingers around the wings of the snitch, Malfoy suddenly appeared at his side, smashing into Harry, almost knocking him off his broom.
"You better clear off before Madam Hooch catches you flying out of control," Harry yelled over the wind.
"I'm not worried, Potter, I'm not as good as you are at getting caught," he said smirking.
"Shut the fuck up you stupid bastard!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Whoa, Potter, language," Malfoy said, shaking his finger at Harry. After Malfoy had said this, a whistle blew.
"Potter, will you be so kind as to fly down here?" Madam Hooch demanded. Harry flew down to where Madam Hooch was standing. "Potter, this is a fair warning: if ever again in your unfortunate life, I ever hear those nasty words come out of your mouth again, you'll be off."
"Yes, ma'am," Harry said. He remounted his broom and flew off.
"Play on!" Madam Hooch said. As soon as she said this, Harry saw the snitch and with rage bursting inside him, he flew faster than a beam of light. He stretched out his hand and wrapped his fingers tightly around the little golden ball.
"Harry Potter has caught the snitch!" yelled Madam Hooch. "Gryffindor wins!"
Harry smiled slightly when the team came over and congratulated him. He was relieved that the game was over. He was glad that Gryffindor won, but he was mad at Madam Hooch for ganging up on him and yelling at him for language, when Malfoy almost knocked him off his broomstick, no doubt without being caught.
"Harry, Ron, great game!" I exclaimed, running down from the stadium and giving them both a hug. "I'm rather not in the mood," Harry grumbled. He shrugged off and began striding toward the castle.
"What's wrong with Harry?" I asked suspiciously. "He seems rather upset."
"He's gotten a warning." Ron trailed.
"A warning for what?" I asked in confusion.
"Em.it's not very goo." he said, but I cut him off.
"WHAT IS IT RON?!" I yelled. Ron was rather startled by the fuss I was making.
"A warning, that if he ever says another bad word or plays too rough, he'll be off the quidditch team." Ron said, avoiding my gaze. ".For good."
Well how was it? Yeah I see that smile on your face.actually it's probably a smile for how you think it's stupid.but let's just hope that you think just the opposite!! ( I sure hope you do!!! OOO.next chapter is a good one.what will Harry do when he finds out about Ron and Hermione???? Check it out and see!! **Please Review!!**
Love Pat
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Chapter 6: Quidditch
"I miss those days," Hermione said, letting the tears flow sweetly down her rosy cheeks.
"Whys mamma?" asked Jo-Jo, sucking his thumb.
"I miss having good times with my friends, that's all," Hermione said gently.
"This stowy's so happies mum; why yous sad?" Lillian asked, staring up at her mom's ever tear.
"It's.it's.it's just so emotional for me," Hermione said. The thunder was growing fiercer, and the lightning was getting brighter.
"I'm scared," Joey said, starting to whimper.
"Hush, darling," Hermione whispered as she placed her fingers upon her son's lips. "It will be alright."
"Hurry up, Ron," Harry said as he rushed out to the Quidditch field. "We're going to be late!"
"You know, I'm a lot faster in the air, than I am on the ground," Ron granted as he hustled behind Harry. The boys finally walked into the Gryffindor locker room when.
"Potter, Weasley, where the hell have you two been?! We've had to delay the match because you two weren't here on time!" Professor McGonagall howled. "You're lucky that I have made an excuse that you two were helping me clean my office! Get out on the field; they're waiting for you.Oh, and Potter.do try and catch the Snitch." With that, she was gone.
Harry looked at me almost as if he'd seen a ghost. "I've never heard her scream like that for being late for a match! Let alone cussing!"
"I know, it's really strange. Well, we better clear out of here." I started.
"And get our asses on the field!" Ron finished. Harry nodded, and they both started out to the field, where the enemies, the Slytherins, were awaiting their arrival.
As soon as they left my sight, I headed up to the stands. The stadium was packed like I had never seen it before. All the seats were taken, and almost every witch or wizard had some sort of sign or flag in their hand. I, for one, had a Gryffindor flag between my fingers, getting ready to clasp and wave it, proudly.
Madam Hooch spoke loudly. "Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season! The two teams that will be playing today are: Gryffindor versus Slytherin!" There were booming cheers from both sides, which seemed to shake the whole stadium. "Will the captains please come forward and shake hands?"
Harry and Draco both made their way to center field.
"Good luck," Harry mumbled, shaking Draco's hand firmly.
"You're going down Pussy-Potter," Malfoy said grinning devilishly and shaking Harry's hand with force. Harry turned, and said between gritted teeth, 'I hope you fall off your broomstick, motherfucker Malfoy! There's no way I'm letting that son of a bitch beat me, when I am the best seeker there is at this damn school!' Ron interrupted Harry's thoughts. "Let's go get 'em, Harry! We can so whoop these guys!" he said grinning and patting Harry on the back of his uniform.
"No shit," Harry said now grinning, too. Harry and Ron did their little handshake before jumping on their brooms. Then, they lifted into the air.
"I want a nice, clean game.from all of you. Any fun and games, that person will be given detention and kicked off the team for the year!"
Ron cringed, but Harry continued to look maliciously at Malfoy, and Malfoy returning his glare.
"Let the game begin!" Madam Hooch said and opened the chest, which held the quaffle, two bludgers, and Harry's precious desire: the golden Snitch.
The quaffle was released and the game began. Harry was the seeker on the team, and Ron, being a newcomer, was a beater. Harry's sharp green eye caught the Snitch and in a heartbeat, he was speeding after it with his arm stretched out. Ron was off a ways hitting bludgers left and right. No sooner that Harry was about to wrap his fingers around the wings of the snitch, Malfoy suddenly appeared at his side, smashing into Harry, almost knocking him off his broom.
"You better clear off before Madam Hooch catches you flying out of control," Harry yelled over the wind.
"I'm not worried, Potter, I'm not as good as you are at getting caught," he said smirking.
"Shut the fuck up you stupid bastard!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Whoa, Potter, language," Malfoy said, shaking his finger at Harry. After Malfoy had said this, a whistle blew.
"Potter, will you be so kind as to fly down here?" Madam Hooch demanded. Harry flew down to where Madam Hooch was standing. "Potter, this is a fair warning: if ever again in your unfortunate life, I ever hear those nasty words come out of your mouth again, you'll be off."
"Yes, ma'am," Harry said. He remounted his broom and flew off.
"Play on!" Madam Hooch said. As soon as she said this, Harry saw the snitch and with rage bursting inside him, he flew faster than a beam of light. He stretched out his hand and wrapped his fingers tightly around the little golden ball.
"Harry Potter has caught the snitch!" yelled Madam Hooch. "Gryffindor wins!"
Harry smiled slightly when the team came over and congratulated him. He was relieved that the game was over. He was glad that Gryffindor won, but he was mad at Madam Hooch for ganging up on him and yelling at him for language, when Malfoy almost knocked him off his broomstick, no doubt without being caught.
"Harry, Ron, great game!" I exclaimed, running down from the stadium and giving them both a hug. "I'm rather not in the mood," Harry grumbled. He shrugged off and began striding toward the castle.
"What's wrong with Harry?" I asked suspiciously. "He seems rather upset."
"He's gotten a warning." Ron trailed.
"A warning for what?" I asked in confusion.
"Em.it's not very goo." he said, but I cut him off.
"WHAT IS IT RON?!" I yelled. Ron was rather startled by the fuss I was making.
"A warning, that if he ever says another bad word or plays too rough, he'll be off the quidditch team." Ron said, avoiding my gaze. ".For good."
Well how was it? Yeah I see that smile on your face.actually it's probably a smile for how you think it's stupid.but let's just hope that you think just the opposite!! ( I sure hope you do!!! OOO.next chapter is a good one.what will Harry do when he finds out about Ron and Hermione???? Check it out and see!! **Please Review!!**
Love Pat