Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until book 6.
A/N: Sorrry about ending. Will post next chapter, which will be the last I think, later in the week. Enjoy. =======================================================================
"Cold Draco?" Ginny teased smirking.
They were standing at the gate of the pitch. Ginny had her Quidditch gear and a black helmet on as well as a Nimbus 2001, courtesy of Draco. Draco, on the other hand, was wearing a robe. Just a robe and a frown.
"Shut it," he snapped. "I don't even know how you got me to do this. What if your brother or Granger try to stop me by the sidelines?"
"Trust me Draco," Ginny said still grinning. "Hermione and Ron won't get within 20 yards of you. It is rather cold out isn't it?"
"It's the beginning of March!" he snapped again. "I can't cast a heating charm on myself thanks to the wards around this pitch."
Ginny snickered.
"I think you're enjoying this," he said harshly.
"Believe me, in different circumstances I would be dying laughing at the moment," she said before growing serious. "You remember what you have to do right?"
"Run around freezing my arse off, you mean, until Potty gets Dumbledore," he snapped.
"Someone's testy today," she teased.
"Not funny."
"Ready?" she said taking a deep breath.
"Not quite," he said before placing a hand behind her neck and pulling her lips toward his. He kissed her briefly. "You are a wicked witch."
With that, he took off into the pitch, leaving the robe behind. Ginny got on her broom and took off, heading straight up to where Harry was looking for the snitch.
"And Wood catches the Quaffle! What a save!" the announcer's voice rang out around the stadium. "Hold on, what in the BLOODY HELL! THERE'S SOME BLOOMING IDIOT RUNNING AROUND STARKERS! WHAT IN THE BLOODY WORLD?"
So far, Ginny's plan was working perfectly. Everyone's attention seemed to be focused on Draco, who seemed to be doing a sprint around the field. Ron, Hermione and Blaise definitely weren't doing anything to get him off the field. Hermione's mouth was open in shock, while Ron had his hands over his eyes. Blaise was rolling on the ground laughing.
"Harry!" Ginny yelled as she got close to him.
"Ginny," Harry croaked. "Tell me this is part of some sadistic, evil plan of Voldemort."
"There's a sadistic, evil plan," Ginny replied. "There are three Death Eaters here with rogue bludgers. They're going to go after you and Dumbledore. You have to tell him and get everyone out of here."
"All right Gin," he said before looking down. "But what in the blue blazes does Malfoy have to do with it?"
"Oh, that's my fault," she said as his head snapped up to look at her. "I needed a distraction so I can take your place while you tell Dumbledore. Hopefully, people will think I'm you with this helmet on."
"YOUR responsible for THAT?" he said pointing down. "That's just wrong Gin."
"Shut up and tell Dumbledore," she snapped, "before Snape or someone else gets Draco off the field and the distraction's gone."
Harry just nodded and zoomed down out of everyone's eyesight. Ginny watched from above as Harry took off some of his Quidditch gear and went to get Dumbledore. She could still hear the announcer's voice.
"MERLIN, IT CAN'T BE MORE THAN 30 DEGREES OUT HERE, THAT POOR BOY IS GOING TO HAVE PROBLEMS. WAIT! SEVERUS SNAPE IS ON THE FIELD. I GUESS THAT BOY MUST BE ONE OF HIS SLYTHERINS. ."
Ginny saw that Harry had made it to Dumbledore and that the students were being taken out of the stands. Snape, who looked like he was going to blow a gasket at any time, stormed on the field and threw a his cloak around Draco. He seemed to be dragging Draco out by his ear.
"SNAPE SEEMS TO HAVE GOTTEN THIS ALL TAKEN CARE OF. THE HEADMASTER HAS TOLD ME THAT BECAUSE OF THIS SPECTACLE ALL STUDENTS ARE ASKED TO LEAVE THE STADIUM IMMEDIATELY TO PREVENT FURTHER EPISODES."
A loud grumble was roared throughout the stadium, but the students obeyed and soon more than half the stadium was empty. However, the Death Eaters must have thought this would be the perfect time to let lose the bludgers as suddenly four came out of no where and straight at Ginny.
"Bugger," she said as she turned the broom around and tried to out run and maneuver the bludgers. This was the one part of the plan she didn't have quite worked out. Screams filled the air as the remaining fans saw the bludgers.
'WHAT IN THE BLUE BLAZES IS GOING ON NOW? WHY ARE THERE SIX, NO MAKE THAT NINE BLUDGERS IN THE FIELD?" the announcer asked.
People started rapidly leaving the stadium as Ginny weaved in and out of the stands. Her helmet had worked at least she thought, as sweat formed on her brow. Whoever let lose the bludgers thought she was Harry. Tearing off the helmet, she was surprised to find that the bludgers still came at her. They must have been targeting just whoever the alumni seeker was.
Ginny broke free of the stands, it was then she felt a severe burning at her side as she was grazed by a bludger. Wincing, she put a hand on her side and shot up straight. Maybe a rather steep Wronski Feint would get some of those bludgers embedded in the ground. Too bad she never tried the move before, let alone one handedly.
She was up a few hundred feet before she turned and dove straight to the ground. Her face and hair felt like it had been whipped behind her from the wind. She was sure her cheeks were two feet behind the rest of her face. She passed some bludgers going down, but they were just blurs. She knew they were following her though, from the noises behind her. She could see the ground approaching fast. She wanted to pull up but she knew she needed to push it further.
A second before she was certain she would permanently become part of the Quidditch pitch she pulled up. However it was hard one-handedly and she faltered. Falling off her broom she tucked herself in and rolled, hoping that a bludger or something worse didn't hit her or she hit it.
She heard the thumping of several bludgers to the ground as well as someone shouting a freezing charm.
She came to an abrupt stop. Wincing, she put her hands down on the ground and looked around quickly. There didn't seem to be any bludgers around. She had rolled outside the stadium, in fact she was next to the little chamber where she and Draco were to be stationed during the event.
Looking out in the stadium, she saw a few professors taking care of the rest of the bludgers. Sighing, she grabbed the cloak that Draco had worn prior to entering the stadium. It was the one he gave her. Gingerly, she put it around her.
She was exhausted and a little sore. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. A crunch of footsteps could be heard. Thinking it was a professor coming to get her, she left her eyes closed trying to catch her breath.
That is until she heard the voice of the elder Goyle.
"What do we have here?" he snarled.
A/N: Sorrry about ending. Will post next chapter, which will be the last I think, later in the week. Enjoy. =======================================================================
"Cold Draco?" Ginny teased smirking.
They were standing at the gate of the pitch. Ginny had her Quidditch gear and a black helmet on as well as a Nimbus 2001, courtesy of Draco. Draco, on the other hand, was wearing a robe. Just a robe and a frown.
"Shut it," he snapped. "I don't even know how you got me to do this. What if your brother or Granger try to stop me by the sidelines?"
"Trust me Draco," Ginny said still grinning. "Hermione and Ron won't get within 20 yards of you. It is rather cold out isn't it?"
"It's the beginning of March!" he snapped again. "I can't cast a heating charm on myself thanks to the wards around this pitch."
Ginny snickered.
"I think you're enjoying this," he said harshly.
"Believe me, in different circumstances I would be dying laughing at the moment," she said before growing serious. "You remember what you have to do right?"
"Run around freezing my arse off, you mean, until Potty gets Dumbledore," he snapped.
"Someone's testy today," she teased.
"Not funny."
"Ready?" she said taking a deep breath.
"Not quite," he said before placing a hand behind her neck and pulling her lips toward his. He kissed her briefly. "You are a wicked witch."
With that, he took off into the pitch, leaving the robe behind. Ginny got on her broom and took off, heading straight up to where Harry was looking for the snitch.
"And Wood catches the Quaffle! What a save!" the announcer's voice rang out around the stadium. "Hold on, what in the BLOODY HELL! THERE'S SOME BLOOMING IDIOT RUNNING AROUND STARKERS! WHAT IN THE BLOODY WORLD?"
So far, Ginny's plan was working perfectly. Everyone's attention seemed to be focused on Draco, who seemed to be doing a sprint around the field. Ron, Hermione and Blaise definitely weren't doing anything to get him off the field. Hermione's mouth was open in shock, while Ron had his hands over his eyes. Blaise was rolling on the ground laughing.
"Harry!" Ginny yelled as she got close to him.
"Ginny," Harry croaked. "Tell me this is part of some sadistic, evil plan of Voldemort."
"There's a sadistic, evil plan," Ginny replied. "There are three Death Eaters here with rogue bludgers. They're going to go after you and Dumbledore. You have to tell him and get everyone out of here."
"All right Gin," he said before looking down. "But what in the blue blazes does Malfoy have to do with it?"
"Oh, that's my fault," she said as his head snapped up to look at her. "I needed a distraction so I can take your place while you tell Dumbledore. Hopefully, people will think I'm you with this helmet on."
"YOUR responsible for THAT?" he said pointing down. "That's just wrong Gin."
"Shut up and tell Dumbledore," she snapped, "before Snape or someone else gets Draco off the field and the distraction's gone."
Harry just nodded and zoomed down out of everyone's eyesight. Ginny watched from above as Harry took off some of his Quidditch gear and went to get Dumbledore. She could still hear the announcer's voice.
"MERLIN, IT CAN'T BE MORE THAN 30 DEGREES OUT HERE, THAT POOR BOY IS GOING TO HAVE PROBLEMS. WAIT! SEVERUS SNAPE IS ON THE FIELD. I GUESS THAT BOY MUST BE ONE OF HIS SLYTHERINS. ."
Ginny saw that Harry had made it to Dumbledore and that the students were being taken out of the stands. Snape, who looked like he was going to blow a gasket at any time, stormed on the field and threw a his cloak around Draco. He seemed to be dragging Draco out by his ear.
"SNAPE SEEMS TO HAVE GOTTEN THIS ALL TAKEN CARE OF. THE HEADMASTER HAS TOLD ME THAT BECAUSE OF THIS SPECTACLE ALL STUDENTS ARE ASKED TO LEAVE THE STADIUM IMMEDIATELY TO PREVENT FURTHER EPISODES."
A loud grumble was roared throughout the stadium, but the students obeyed and soon more than half the stadium was empty. However, the Death Eaters must have thought this would be the perfect time to let lose the bludgers as suddenly four came out of no where and straight at Ginny.
"Bugger," she said as she turned the broom around and tried to out run and maneuver the bludgers. This was the one part of the plan she didn't have quite worked out. Screams filled the air as the remaining fans saw the bludgers.
'WHAT IN THE BLUE BLAZES IS GOING ON NOW? WHY ARE THERE SIX, NO MAKE THAT NINE BLUDGERS IN THE FIELD?" the announcer asked.
People started rapidly leaving the stadium as Ginny weaved in and out of the stands. Her helmet had worked at least she thought, as sweat formed on her brow. Whoever let lose the bludgers thought she was Harry. Tearing off the helmet, she was surprised to find that the bludgers still came at her. They must have been targeting just whoever the alumni seeker was.
Ginny broke free of the stands, it was then she felt a severe burning at her side as she was grazed by a bludger. Wincing, she put a hand on her side and shot up straight. Maybe a rather steep Wronski Feint would get some of those bludgers embedded in the ground. Too bad she never tried the move before, let alone one handedly.
She was up a few hundred feet before she turned and dove straight to the ground. Her face and hair felt like it had been whipped behind her from the wind. She was sure her cheeks were two feet behind the rest of her face. She passed some bludgers going down, but they were just blurs. She knew they were following her though, from the noises behind her. She could see the ground approaching fast. She wanted to pull up but she knew she needed to push it further.
A second before she was certain she would permanently become part of the Quidditch pitch she pulled up. However it was hard one-handedly and she faltered. Falling off her broom she tucked herself in and rolled, hoping that a bludger or something worse didn't hit her or she hit it.
She heard the thumping of several bludgers to the ground as well as someone shouting a freezing charm.
She came to an abrupt stop. Wincing, she put her hands down on the ground and looked around quickly. There didn't seem to be any bludgers around. She had rolled outside the stadium, in fact she was next to the little chamber where she and Draco were to be stationed during the event.
Looking out in the stadium, she saw a few professors taking care of the rest of the bludgers. Sighing, she grabbed the cloak that Draco had worn prior to entering the stadium. It was the one he gave her. Gingerly, she put it around her.
She was exhausted and a little sore. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. A crunch of footsteps could be heard. Thinking it was a professor coming to get her, she left her eyes closed trying to catch her breath.
That is until she heard the voice of the elder Goyle.
"What do we have here?" he snarled.
