QUIDDITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 11: Hisses and Roars
Jesabelle walked into her new room in the Heads' Dorm, closing the door behind her. It was painted maroon, and a bed lay on her right, with red sheets, golden pillows, and red and golden striped curtains and canopy, much resembling and representing the Gryffindor house; a nightstand stood next to it. She had just moved in about a week ago, and it already seemed like home. There was a door to her left, which led to her bathroom. Farther in the room there was a window overlooking the lake, and a dresser about a foot or two away from the bathroom door. A bit away from the window, there was a small shelf, which contained her books and supplies.
Today was going to be the first Quidditch game of the season; Gryffindor against Slytherin. In all the time she had spent in this dorm with Draco Malfoy, she had not really said much of anything to him, as he did the same to her. Actually, the only words they did exchange were brief remarks, but mostly limited to greetings.
Jesabelle pulled on her Quidditch robes, grabbed her broom and walked out of the room to find Malfoy coming out of his room as well.
Malfoy smiled at her and walked over.
The common room was very cozy as one might say, a fire crackling on your right, three armchairs scattered around, and in the middle of the room, were two couches, both on one side of a table. At the far end of the room stood two widows overlooking the Quidditch field. Next to the left window, there stood a small library, which consisted of two large wooden shelves, containing books of literature and magical education, an armchair and a table positioned close by.
"Well, the first game of the season." Malfoy said, also dressed in his Quidditch robes, broom in hand (he had a firebolt 350; two models before the firebolt armageddon, which Jesabelle held in her left hand).
"Yes, it sure is." Jesabelle said.
"Good luck Potter." Malfoy said, holding out his hand.
"I think you will be needing the luck today Malfoy, but thanks anyways." Jesabelle said with a gin, shaking his hand.
Everyone was so excited that half the castle practically skipped breakfast and headed to the Quidditch field, waiting in anticipation for the upcoming game.
Meanwhile, inside the locker rooms, Harry was giving the usual captain to team speech.
"The first game of the year. We have all been training hard for this season. For most of us it is our last year. So, let's play our cards right, and win! If not, then we will pick ourselves up and try again." Harry said, looking into each one of his team member's faces.
They all nodded at him and stood up. Jesabelle remained behind in the back with Harry. When the others were out of earshot she whispered in Harry's ear, "Now Harry remember, watch for the snitch, not for Ginny!"
Harry pushed her playfully and they flew out into the field, meeting massive roars (and of course the groans from the Slytherins) from the crowd.
"Good morning Hogwarts!" Dean Thomas said; he was to be the year's commentator. "Today's game, Gryffindor versus Slytherin!"
Cheers erupted from the stadium.
The school always cheered for the Gryffindors, it was like some sort of law that has always been there, and was always enforced. Everyone knew that the Gryffindors would always beat Slytherin, but the school never got tired of it. Every game the Gryffindors always had some new trick up their sleeves, which would ultimately result in the loss of the Slytherins, and the gain of the Gryffindors.
Madame Hooch walked out into the field and looked up at the teams in the air.
"Captains, shake hands." Hooch said as Harry and Malfoy touched down to the ground.
Everyone grew silent as they watched Harry and Malfoy close the distance between each other.
They looked at each other and shook hands, keeping hold on the other long enough to make you think they wanted to rip them off the other. They finally released and flew into the air.
Hooch released the bludgers and the snitch, but keeping hold of the quaffle under her arm.
"I want a good and clean game all right? At least as clean enough as you would allow." Hooch said looking up at all of them again.
The crowd still stood silent.
Hooch took the quaffle in her hands and threw it into the air.
Jesabelle flew in and took the quaffle in her arms as the Slytherin chaser was just inches away from it. The crowd erupted in cheers again, as Jesabelle flew through the middle of the field, the Slytherins on her tail.
"And it's Jesabelle Potter taking possession of the quaffle, beginning our game!" Thomas said excitedly.
Harry watched this from high above in the air, still searching for the snitch. He felt a pang of pride as he watched his cousin's determined and straight face, her braided hair flying in the rush of wind she cut through.
Jesabelle looked to her right and left, being met with some angry Slytherin chasers. She looked at the Slytherin chaser on her right, grinned, and suddenly dropped the quaffle, letting it land in Ginny's outstretched arms, who was below Jesabelle.
At that moment, just as the Slytherins were going to dive in after her, Colin and Dennis Creevy sent both bludgers flying in their way, causing them to drift off course as Ginny maneuvered skillfully, confusing the Slytherin keeper, and scoring a goal.
"Ten points to Gryffindor!" Thomas managed to shout over the cheers that erupted from the stadium.
Harry grinned, watching Ginny circle around to high five Jesabelle.
Madame Hooch blew her whistle and Ella Bell took possession of the quaffle. When the Slytherins began to tail her, she plummeted down and threw the quaffle behind her, Jesabelle catching it, then throwing it to Ginny, who was flying upward.
"Potter! Weasley! Bell! Weasley again! Bell! Potter! Bell! Potter..Potter scores!" Thomas yelled, as the Slytherins groaned in exasperation.
Malfoy also watched the game from above, and searching for the snitch as well. He laughed silently to himself at how stupid his team looked against the Gryffindors. True, they had trained, but only because Snape forced them to. If he hadn't, they would have probably just wasted their time lounging around the Slytherin common room and being lazy.
The Gryffindors scored another goal, thanks to Katie Bell, their score now thirty to zero, zero being the Slytherins.
Now the Slytherins started to kick it up a notch and started playing dirty. Their beaters, who were "surprisingly" Crabbe and Goyle, kept hitting the bludgers to any and every Gryffindor team member they could get close enough to.
Madame Hooch had already called two fouls by the middle of the game. One foul was set against Gryffindor, since Colin Creevy had gotten so frustrated he just forgot about the bludgers and his bat and lunged for one of the Slytherin seekers, who had tried to knock Ella Bell off her broom. The second foul was called against Slytherin when Jesabelle and one of the Slytherin female chasers, who went by the name of Julie Smith, got into a "cat fight" and began lunging for each other the second they were on the ground.
About three fourths through the game, Colin had a black eye, Ella was a bit bruised, Harry also had a nasty punch to the eye, and Jesabelle had a cut on her cheek and lip.
Jesabelle had possession of the quaffle and was heading to the Slytherin goal posts. They were now tied, fifty to fifty. Jesabelle just had to get this one in, so they had a fighting chance. All they needed now was for Harry to catch that snitch before Malfoy did.
She dodged Julie Smith, who was about to grab her from behind and made her way through the throng of Slytherins. She was so busy trying to get Julie off her tail that she did not notice a bludger that was heading straight towards her.
Harry dived when he saw the bludger heading straight for Jesabelle. She didn't see it coming; she was looking back at the Slytherin behind her.
"Jesabelle!" Harry said, pulling into a dive.
Harry dived, willing his firebolt to move faster. Then, in a split second, Harry pulled Jesabelle out of the way, and the bludger hit Julie's broomstick, sending her flying back a few feet away.
Jesabelle and Harry stopped in midair.
"Harry, thanks, don't worry about me, get the snitch." Jesabelle said, catching her breath and flying off to continue the game.
Harry looked around and saw, just a few feet away from the Gryffindor goal posts, the golden snitch, its wings flapping gracefully in the wind. Harry flew towards it, Malfoy already ahead of him by a foot or two.
At that same time, Jesabelle was throwing the quaffle back and forth between Ella and Ginny, Dean screaming at the top of his lings, trying to keep up with both of the events that were already underway.
The crowd was confused. They kept looking from Jesabelle and the chasers, to Harry and Malfoy.
Harry pulled at the tails of Malfoy's broom and pulled him back to be at equal speed with him. They both focused their eyes on the snitch, and both turned their heads as it flew away to the right. They swerved in unison, never taking their eyes off the snitch.
Jesabelle accidentally dropped the quaffle and Julie Smith caught it and headed to the Gryffindor goal posts where Ron was waiting, obviously waiting for them. They began going around passing it to one another, in an attempt to distract Ron. This didn't have any such effect on Ron, for he already knew what kind of tricks they had set in their thick minds and never took his eyes off the quaffle.
A few seconds later, Smith suddenly threw the quaffle at the hoop to Ron's right. Ron swerved and caught it with his right hand, sending an eruption of cheers yet again from the stadium.
"And Ron Weasley saves another one for the Gryffindors!" Dean said.
Ron threw it back to Ginny, who flew off, the Slytherins, Jesabelle, and Ella following after her. Smith stayed back for two seconds, glared at him, who grinned in response and rejoined the game.
Harry and Malfoy were still racing around, following the snitch. They were both getting dizzy, but their determination kept them flying. Surprisingly, they did not say a word and not an insult was thrown, they both knew what they had to do and just though tit best to just focus on it and do it.
Ella has possession of the quaffle and threw it to Ginny, who passed it to Jesabelle. Jesabelle swerved away just as Crabbe was going to grab her.
Harry sped up and got in front of Malfoy and pushing him back, reaching for the snitch. Malfoy pulled him back, but Harry pushed him away, nearly throwing him into the range of a random bludger, which forced Malfoy off course.
Jesabelle dodged a bludger, the quaffle still under her arm.
Harry looked behind him and seeing that Malfoy was gone, stretched out his right arm for the snitch.
At that same time, Jesabelle was extending her arm to throw the quaffle through the middle Slytherin hoop.
Harry lunged and wrapped his right hand around the snitch, just as the Slytherin keeper failed to block the shot made by Jesabelle, causing the quaffle to go through the hoops.
The crowd practically exploded with cheers and energy.
"The last shot scored by Jesabelle Potter, while Harry Potter catches the snitch! And all at the same time! Two hundred points to fifty points. Gryffindor is the victor!" Thomas said over the screams.
It was the first game of the season and they started it off with a bang.
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They all celebrated the well fought battle and victory of the game in the Gryffindor common room. By midnight, Jesabelle said she had to rest and left the common room, big smile across her face. Her first Quidditch game in a while. Boy was it exciting!
She made her way to the Heads' Dorm, said the password (salamander skins - Draco's idea) and walked in. She was surprised to see Malfoy sitting in front of the fire, his nose in a book, wearing navy blue boxers and a white shirt.
"Why are you still up?" Jesabelle asked, walked towards him.
"Couldn't sleep." Malfoy said. "Great game today Jesabelle."
"Oh, thanks Draco." Jesabelle said. She just stood there in silence and then said, "All right then good night, or rather, good morning." She smiled at him and walked into her room closing the door behind her.
Draco stared at the door. For some reason, he didn't feel resentment towards her for winning the game. Instead, he felt as if she deserved to win the game. She did play hard after all. Draco sighed; he was never going to figure out this "raging hormones" thing.
Ha-ha! There's the Quidditch game! Tell me what you think, please read and review! Thankies! ^_^
Hope you enjoy!
Have fun!
That is all I have to say.
Chapter 11: Hisses and Roars
Jesabelle walked into her new room in the Heads' Dorm, closing the door behind her. It was painted maroon, and a bed lay on her right, with red sheets, golden pillows, and red and golden striped curtains and canopy, much resembling and representing the Gryffindor house; a nightstand stood next to it. She had just moved in about a week ago, and it already seemed like home. There was a door to her left, which led to her bathroom. Farther in the room there was a window overlooking the lake, and a dresser about a foot or two away from the bathroom door. A bit away from the window, there was a small shelf, which contained her books and supplies.
Today was going to be the first Quidditch game of the season; Gryffindor against Slytherin. In all the time she had spent in this dorm with Draco Malfoy, she had not really said much of anything to him, as he did the same to her. Actually, the only words they did exchange were brief remarks, but mostly limited to greetings.
Jesabelle pulled on her Quidditch robes, grabbed her broom and walked out of the room to find Malfoy coming out of his room as well.
Malfoy smiled at her and walked over.
The common room was very cozy as one might say, a fire crackling on your right, three armchairs scattered around, and in the middle of the room, were two couches, both on one side of a table. At the far end of the room stood two widows overlooking the Quidditch field. Next to the left window, there stood a small library, which consisted of two large wooden shelves, containing books of literature and magical education, an armchair and a table positioned close by.
"Well, the first game of the season." Malfoy said, also dressed in his Quidditch robes, broom in hand (he had a firebolt 350; two models before the firebolt armageddon, which Jesabelle held in her left hand).
"Yes, it sure is." Jesabelle said.
"Good luck Potter." Malfoy said, holding out his hand.
"I think you will be needing the luck today Malfoy, but thanks anyways." Jesabelle said with a gin, shaking his hand.
Everyone was so excited that half the castle practically skipped breakfast and headed to the Quidditch field, waiting in anticipation for the upcoming game.
Meanwhile, inside the locker rooms, Harry was giving the usual captain to team speech.
"The first game of the year. We have all been training hard for this season. For most of us it is our last year. So, let's play our cards right, and win! If not, then we will pick ourselves up and try again." Harry said, looking into each one of his team member's faces.
They all nodded at him and stood up. Jesabelle remained behind in the back with Harry. When the others were out of earshot she whispered in Harry's ear, "Now Harry remember, watch for the snitch, not for Ginny!"
Harry pushed her playfully and they flew out into the field, meeting massive roars (and of course the groans from the Slytherins) from the crowd.
"Good morning Hogwarts!" Dean Thomas said; he was to be the year's commentator. "Today's game, Gryffindor versus Slytherin!"
Cheers erupted from the stadium.
The school always cheered for the Gryffindors, it was like some sort of law that has always been there, and was always enforced. Everyone knew that the Gryffindors would always beat Slytherin, but the school never got tired of it. Every game the Gryffindors always had some new trick up their sleeves, which would ultimately result in the loss of the Slytherins, and the gain of the Gryffindors.
Madame Hooch walked out into the field and looked up at the teams in the air.
"Captains, shake hands." Hooch said as Harry and Malfoy touched down to the ground.
Everyone grew silent as they watched Harry and Malfoy close the distance between each other.
They looked at each other and shook hands, keeping hold on the other long enough to make you think they wanted to rip them off the other. They finally released and flew into the air.
Hooch released the bludgers and the snitch, but keeping hold of the quaffle under her arm.
"I want a good and clean game all right? At least as clean enough as you would allow." Hooch said looking up at all of them again.
The crowd still stood silent.
Hooch took the quaffle in her hands and threw it into the air.
Jesabelle flew in and took the quaffle in her arms as the Slytherin chaser was just inches away from it. The crowd erupted in cheers again, as Jesabelle flew through the middle of the field, the Slytherins on her tail.
"And it's Jesabelle Potter taking possession of the quaffle, beginning our game!" Thomas said excitedly.
Harry watched this from high above in the air, still searching for the snitch. He felt a pang of pride as he watched his cousin's determined and straight face, her braided hair flying in the rush of wind she cut through.
Jesabelle looked to her right and left, being met with some angry Slytherin chasers. She looked at the Slytherin chaser on her right, grinned, and suddenly dropped the quaffle, letting it land in Ginny's outstretched arms, who was below Jesabelle.
At that moment, just as the Slytherins were going to dive in after her, Colin and Dennis Creevy sent both bludgers flying in their way, causing them to drift off course as Ginny maneuvered skillfully, confusing the Slytherin keeper, and scoring a goal.
"Ten points to Gryffindor!" Thomas managed to shout over the cheers that erupted from the stadium.
Harry grinned, watching Ginny circle around to high five Jesabelle.
Madame Hooch blew her whistle and Ella Bell took possession of the quaffle. When the Slytherins began to tail her, she plummeted down and threw the quaffle behind her, Jesabelle catching it, then throwing it to Ginny, who was flying upward.
"Potter! Weasley! Bell! Weasley again! Bell! Potter! Bell! Potter..Potter scores!" Thomas yelled, as the Slytherins groaned in exasperation.
Malfoy also watched the game from above, and searching for the snitch as well. He laughed silently to himself at how stupid his team looked against the Gryffindors. True, they had trained, but only because Snape forced them to. If he hadn't, they would have probably just wasted their time lounging around the Slytherin common room and being lazy.
The Gryffindors scored another goal, thanks to Katie Bell, their score now thirty to zero, zero being the Slytherins.
Now the Slytherins started to kick it up a notch and started playing dirty. Their beaters, who were "surprisingly" Crabbe and Goyle, kept hitting the bludgers to any and every Gryffindor team member they could get close enough to.
Madame Hooch had already called two fouls by the middle of the game. One foul was set against Gryffindor, since Colin Creevy had gotten so frustrated he just forgot about the bludgers and his bat and lunged for one of the Slytherin seekers, who had tried to knock Ella Bell off her broom. The second foul was called against Slytherin when Jesabelle and one of the Slytherin female chasers, who went by the name of Julie Smith, got into a "cat fight" and began lunging for each other the second they were on the ground.
About three fourths through the game, Colin had a black eye, Ella was a bit bruised, Harry also had a nasty punch to the eye, and Jesabelle had a cut on her cheek and lip.
Jesabelle had possession of the quaffle and was heading to the Slytherin goal posts. They were now tied, fifty to fifty. Jesabelle just had to get this one in, so they had a fighting chance. All they needed now was for Harry to catch that snitch before Malfoy did.
She dodged Julie Smith, who was about to grab her from behind and made her way through the throng of Slytherins. She was so busy trying to get Julie off her tail that she did not notice a bludger that was heading straight towards her.
Harry dived when he saw the bludger heading straight for Jesabelle. She didn't see it coming; she was looking back at the Slytherin behind her.
"Jesabelle!" Harry said, pulling into a dive.
Harry dived, willing his firebolt to move faster. Then, in a split second, Harry pulled Jesabelle out of the way, and the bludger hit Julie's broomstick, sending her flying back a few feet away.
Jesabelle and Harry stopped in midair.
"Harry, thanks, don't worry about me, get the snitch." Jesabelle said, catching her breath and flying off to continue the game.
Harry looked around and saw, just a few feet away from the Gryffindor goal posts, the golden snitch, its wings flapping gracefully in the wind. Harry flew towards it, Malfoy already ahead of him by a foot or two.
At that same time, Jesabelle was throwing the quaffle back and forth between Ella and Ginny, Dean screaming at the top of his lings, trying to keep up with both of the events that were already underway.
The crowd was confused. They kept looking from Jesabelle and the chasers, to Harry and Malfoy.
Harry pulled at the tails of Malfoy's broom and pulled him back to be at equal speed with him. They both focused their eyes on the snitch, and both turned their heads as it flew away to the right. They swerved in unison, never taking their eyes off the snitch.
Jesabelle accidentally dropped the quaffle and Julie Smith caught it and headed to the Gryffindor goal posts where Ron was waiting, obviously waiting for them. They began going around passing it to one another, in an attempt to distract Ron. This didn't have any such effect on Ron, for he already knew what kind of tricks they had set in their thick minds and never took his eyes off the quaffle.
A few seconds later, Smith suddenly threw the quaffle at the hoop to Ron's right. Ron swerved and caught it with his right hand, sending an eruption of cheers yet again from the stadium.
"And Ron Weasley saves another one for the Gryffindors!" Dean said.
Ron threw it back to Ginny, who flew off, the Slytherins, Jesabelle, and Ella following after her. Smith stayed back for two seconds, glared at him, who grinned in response and rejoined the game.
Harry and Malfoy were still racing around, following the snitch. They were both getting dizzy, but their determination kept them flying. Surprisingly, they did not say a word and not an insult was thrown, they both knew what they had to do and just though tit best to just focus on it and do it.
Ella has possession of the quaffle and threw it to Ginny, who passed it to Jesabelle. Jesabelle swerved away just as Crabbe was going to grab her.
Harry sped up and got in front of Malfoy and pushing him back, reaching for the snitch. Malfoy pulled him back, but Harry pushed him away, nearly throwing him into the range of a random bludger, which forced Malfoy off course.
Jesabelle dodged a bludger, the quaffle still under her arm.
Harry looked behind him and seeing that Malfoy was gone, stretched out his right arm for the snitch.
At that same time, Jesabelle was extending her arm to throw the quaffle through the middle Slytherin hoop.
Harry lunged and wrapped his right hand around the snitch, just as the Slytherin keeper failed to block the shot made by Jesabelle, causing the quaffle to go through the hoops.
The crowd practically exploded with cheers and energy.
"The last shot scored by Jesabelle Potter, while Harry Potter catches the snitch! And all at the same time! Two hundred points to fifty points. Gryffindor is the victor!" Thomas said over the screams.
It was the first game of the season and they started it off with a bang.
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They all celebrated the well fought battle and victory of the game in the Gryffindor common room. By midnight, Jesabelle said she had to rest and left the common room, big smile across her face. Her first Quidditch game in a while. Boy was it exciting!
She made her way to the Heads' Dorm, said the password (salamander skins - Draco's idea) and walked in. She was surprised to see Malfoy sitting in front of the fire, his nose in a book, wearing navy blue boxers and a white shirt.
"Why are you still up?" Jesabelle asked, walked towards him.
"Couldn't sleep." Malfoy said. "Great game today Jesabelle."
"Oh, thanks Draco." Jesabelle said. She just stood there in silence and then said, "All right then good night, or rather, good morning." She smiled at him and walked into her room closing the door behind her.
Draco stared at the door. For some reason, he didn't feel resentment towards her for winning the game. Instead, he felt as if she deserved to win the game. She did play hard after all. Draco sighed; he was never going to figure out this "raging hormones" thing.
Ha-ha! There's the Quidditch game! Tell me what you think, please read and review! Thankies! ^_^
