Hehehe I'm giddy with happiness! I'm loved with your reviews! Good thing to see more reviews after a hard day, lol, anyways...I think one reviewer asked about Harry's scar and if that comes up again or has to do with anything again? Umm, it might be mentioned once again, actually it will, but it's nothing really important.

Here's the next chapter, gotta hate that Snape for that last chapter....

*Watch out for this chapter, there's mild swearing, sorry if it offends anyone*

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For the following days, Harry took his mind off of Snape and the incident in Potions the closer the Quidditch game got. He knew he has to beat Slytherin, right in front of Snape and Malfoy. It was four days before the dance and it was a gloomy day for Quidditch.

Harry sat alone at the Gryffindor table early that breakfast, stirring his oatmeal around, but it never seemed to end up in his mouth. He wasn't hungry and for some reason, he never felt so nervous before about a game since his very first one.

The owls came and delivered mail to the students. They came earlier today, usually they flew their way in there around lunch. Hedwig slowly descended down to Harry, her milky-white wings flapping gracefully. She hooted slightly and Harry fed her a cracker he barely touched. She nipped his thankfully and flew out the window into the gray sky. The clouds smeared the sky with deep, dark streaks and their shadows seemed to blanket the sun. Harry left the Great Hall to the Gryffindor Tower, the Quidditch game just hours away.

By 1:00 PM, he was in the Gryffindor Quidditch Room, with the other players. They waited, and waited, and waited for the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff game to end before them. Finally, Professor McGonagall walked into the room and Angelica rushed over to her.

"When are we going on? Professeur, if we---" Angelica expressed hotly.

"Calm down, Angelica. The game is just going over schedule. Until it has finished, you'll have to wait," She faced the rest of the players, "I'm sorry for the delay."

She marched out of the room and Angelica sat down again, frustrated. After a while, she drilled them on their technique of playing. She was getting more and more like Wood was when he was under pressure.

At last, half an hour later, Harry heard the roars from the crowd of Hufflepuffs close victory. The score ended up being 210 to 375.

It was barely two when Harry and his teammates were waiting to be called out into the field. Earlier, Harry had to shake Ron awake so he could be ready for the start of the game. Ron had stayed Keeper from the previous year and had gotten loads better, in everyone's opinion, over the summer. Ginny had gone from the Seeker to a Chaser when Harry got his right back to play.

On Madam Hooch's command, the Gryffindor team walked out onto the field, in their bold red and gold colours. The Slytherin team followed right after, Malfoy jeering at the Gryffindor team. Madam Hooch was in the middle of the grassy field, calling them over and trying to be heard over the screaming crowd.

Harry looked up at everyone in the Gryffindor crowd, straining to see if he could spot Hermione at all. He found her right away; she was waving right at him ecstatically. He waved slightly back and all the anticipation and butterflies left his stomach.

Thunder rolled like the rhythm of drums and the tree branches slightly swayed in the wind. The players surrounded Madam Hooch and she unlocked the box containing the balls.

"You all know the rules. Play it safe, or else," She warned and she opened the box. Just then, drops of rain splashed on the leather-hide case and sprinkled the ground.

The announcer over the intercom reminded everyone of the rules while the Snitch and Bludgers were released. With Lee Jordan graduated from Hogwarts, his replacement was a 3rd year from Ravenclaw.

The game began at the sound of the whistle and the sight of the Quaffle in the air. Suddenly, everyone was flying at top speed to score points.

Harry swerved around the other players while he looked for the Snitch. It got harder and harder to look for after the first ten minutes. Rain was blurring his glasses and he had to wipe them off every few minutes. If I could only remember that spell, Harry thought. He remembered in his 3d year, a storm similar to this was occurring, and Hermione helped his glasses repel water with a flick of her wand. Hermione...Harry daydreamed and recollected himself when a Bludger whizzed past his ear. He realized he could see better if he took his glasses off and quickly stashed them away. His eyesight, though, was horrible and the rain started to pour an icy shower on everyone. He tried to focus his eyes to find a glint of gold or (hopefully not) Malfoy zooming after it.

The score was announced after some time. 50 to 70, Slytherin in the lead. A Quaffle was thrown into the hoops. 60 to 70. Another. 70 to 70.

"The terms are neck to neck out there in the heart of the storm, the score at a tie!" The Ravenclaw squeaked. The storm grew progressively worse every minute and soon enough, the rain was coming down in thick sheets.

"I can't see a thing!" Hermione yelled to Neville next to her and shivered, "At this rate, we might have to postpone the game," She tried to make out Harry but they were moving so fast and the rain was so hard that she could only tell the red suits from the green. Everyone around her was drenched from the rain and some attempted to use their wands for a spell to cover them.

Sltherin scored. 70 to 80. Slytherin cheered like mad. Gryffindor scored. 80 to 80.

"Tie! A bloody tie! One catch from the Seekers could determine the game! And if they don't hurry up fast, I just got word that we might have to--- wait! Yes!" The Ravenclaw shouted, "Draco Malfoy in on the Snitch's tale!"

Harry frantically scanned the field and saw Malfoy skimming the ground at top speed, right after the Snitch. Harry nose-dived and in no time, was side to side to Malfoy.

The rain pounded their heads, their brooms inches from the muddy ground. Harry reached out desperately, the Snitch was so close, if he could only--- then Malfoy nudged him out of the way. Harry got back on course and hit him back, he had to catch it, he had to win this game! He reached out once more...the wings of the Snitch brushed his fingertips...

Then Malfoy thrust out his leg and kicked him as hard as he could. Harry lost control of the broom and flipped when his back hit the ground. He rolled over on the mud, face up, and the rain stung his face as he lay there. His arm throbbed and so did his head. Please, please, don't let him catch it, anything but that, he thought. The sound of the Gryffindor's angry roar filled the stadium, along with the Slytherin's overjoyed screams. Failure flooded Harry's insides.

"Slytherin wins! The score 80 to---, wait. Uhhh, no, according to Madam Hooch."

"FOUL! Foul! Acts of violence is strictly against the rules! So for your foul, Malfoy, the score with remain a tie. The points for the Snitch do not count. The game is over!" Madam Hooch shouted fiercely. The crowd was split with cheers and disagreement. Harry got up slowly, feeling slightly better that it was a tie, but if he could of only of caught it....he felt horrible. Harry spit blood out of his mouth and stood up with his broom in his hand. Malfoy jumped off his broom and stormed over right in Harry's direction.

Malfoy knew he cheated, but he was fumed for equaling with Gryffindor. He was furious at Harry and knew he had to break him down to make himself feel any better.

"Did that kick feel good, Potter?" Malfoy sneered, but Harry ignored him and put his rain-smudged glasses back on.

"I bet that Hermione will make you feel all better," He taunted, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes, "Rumor is that you've got a thing for the filthy Mudblood. Tell me, Potter, how does it feel to finally love someone, since your mother and father are---," Malfoy shouted but never finished. He was tackled to the ground by Harry's fury, and both of them were blindly punching whatever made contact with their fists.

Ron and the players from the Slytherin team pulled them apart. Malfoy wiped the blood running down from his nose and pushed the Slytherins away from him when he was on his feet, "Damn it, get off me! Go to hell, Potter!" Malfoy swore angrily and marched off, feeling worse than before.

Ron grabbed Harry's shoulder abruptly, "What are you thinking?! Do you want to---" Ron yelled angrily but his voice was fading father away as Harry tore away from him and left to go anywhere but there.

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Well, that was kind of an angry chapter, but I actually thought it wasn't that bad...thanks for reading, and I love them reviews!!!!!! Sorry so short though!!