"Bloody hell…" said Warrington. They all stared as Christina emerged in her uniform. But was it a uniform? They didn't know. They didn't care. For one, instead of the usual khaki colored pants, her's was a skirt. And her deep green sweater was sleeveless and had a V-neck now showing her chest. Across the field Bella emerged with the same look in scarlet and gold. Madam Hooch stood transfixed at the two.
"I like to win with style." she said with a smirk in place. "Well…Let's play Quidditch!" she added as they were about to take their positions on the field.
"Ooh wait!" said Christina. She walked over to every member of the team and kissed them on the cheek. "Good luck!" she said. Whistles were heard through the crowd as she took her position as keeper in front of the goal posts. The guys on the team finally took their places as well after the complete shock of the whole 'good luck' thing.
"Scared Potter?" asked Draco.
"Get stuffed Malfoy. Oh, and you've got some lip gloss on your face." Yelled Potter.
"Pity Potter, I don't see any on yours." He yelled back. Just then Bella, who played Chaser, flew over and kissed Harry on the cheek.
"Is it there now?" she asked, as Harry turned red. Draco ignored her and waited for Madam Hooch to blow the whistle and begin the game.
She soon did, and they were off. Draco began zooming around the field, searching for the snitch, when he realized he left his watch on.
"Oh shit on a stick…" he said to himself. He flew over to the nearby Ravenclaw stands. "One of you, take my watch!" he yelled to a group of girls. They scrambled like pigeons for food.
"It's mine bitch! Get off it!" one yelled.
"Give…it..to..me! He looked at me!" another one screamed. Soon they were rolling around on the floor wrestling for it.
"Well I'm not going to get that back…" he mumbled. He began zooming around again, searching, when he saw Bella heading towards the goal with the quaffle.
"And Bella DeAngelo's got the quaffle..she's heading for the goal..you know she is one foxy mama..her and Locke..always liked em' American…"
"Jordan!" yelled Professor McGonagall to the rambling commentator.
"Sorry Professor, just thought I'd spice things up a bit…" he replied
"She's going. She's ready to score. She throws it- Oh but she misses with a tremendous save by Christina Locke!"
"Hell yeah! That's how we do it baby!" Christina screamed. Some of the Slytherins gave her high-fives then returned to the game.
Slytherin scored 4 times in the next 20 minutes. Draco and Harry were desperate. Where was the snitch? Then he saw it. Gleaming about 25 feet away. Draco raced on his broom. He sped to get to it. He saw Potter out of the corner of his eye coming towards it as well.
"Oh no you don't, lightning boy…" he said. They were neck and neck. Racing ahead of one another every once in a while. It was so close he could almost taste it. Then he saw the snitch move. Right next to Christina's, well, rear.
"I like to win with style." she said with a smirk in place. "Well…Let's play Quidditch!" she added as they were about to take their positions on the field.
"Ooh wait!" said Christina. She walked over to every member of the team and kissed them on the cheek. "Good luck!" she said. Whistles were heard through the crowd as she took her position as keeper in front of the goal posts. The guys on the team finally took their places as well after the complete shock of the whole 'good luck' thing.
"Scared Potter?" asked Draco.
"Get stuffed Malfoy. Oh, and you've got some lip gloss on your face." Yelled Potter.
"Pity Potter, I don't see any on yours." He yelled back. Just then Bella, who played Chaser, flew over and kissed Harry on the cheek.
"Is it there now?" she asked, as Harry turned red. Draco ignored her and waited for Madam Hooch to blow the whistle and begin the game.
She soon did, and they were off. Draco began zooming around the field, searching for the snitch, when he realized he left his watch on.
"Oh shit on a stick…" he said to himself. He flew over to the nearby Ravenclaw stands. "One of you, take my watch!" he yelled to a group of girls. They scrambled like pigeons for food.
"It's mine bitch! Get off it!" one yelled.
"Give…it..to..me! He looked at me!" another one screamed. Soon they were rolling around on the floor wrestling for it.
"Well I'm not going to get that back…" he mumbled. He began zooming around again, searching, when he saw Bella heading towards the goal with the quaffle.
"And Bella DeAngelo's got the quaffle..she's heading for the goal..you know she is one foxy mama..her and Locke..always liked em' American…"
"Jordan!" yelled Professor McGonagall to the rambling commentator.
"Sorry Professor, just thought I'd spice things up a bit…" he replied
"She's going. She's ready to score. She throws it- Oh but she misses with a tremendous save by Christina Locke!"
"Hell yeah! That's how we do it baby!" Christina screamed. Some of the Slytherins gave her high-fives then returned to the game.
Slytherin scored 4 times in the next 20 minutes. Draco and Harry were desperate. Where was the snitch? Then he saw it. Gleaming about 25 feet away. Draco raced on his broom. He sped to get to it. He saw Potter out of the corner of his eye coming towards it as well.
"Oh no you don't, lightning boy…" he said. They were neck and neck. Racing ahead of one another every once in a while. It was so close he could almost taste it. Then he saw the snitch move. Right next to Christina's, well, rear.