Chapter 1
"That was the longest Quidditch practice ever. Wood is a lot pushier than he was when he was in school. He's a lot harder since he's been invited back to be captain since we didn't play last year. All the captains that graduated in our third year are back. Actually that's only Wood and Flint. Maybe that's why he's making us work so hard."
Harry said as he, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were walking back from practice. Ginny was a new chaser along with Seamus and Dean. They were heading back to Gryffindor tower.
Hermione yawned "I'm going straight toYIKES!" The whole group slipped, tripped and slid across the corridor. Anybody who saw them would see a sliding mountain of students. As they came to a tangled stop, the rest of the Gryffindor team caught up with them pushing the clump into a wall.
This is what you would see:
Harry, Ron, and Hermione against a wall each with Hermione squashed in the middle.
Ron and Harry were sitting upright, but Hermione was lying down facing the opposite direction, staring cross-eyed at the handle of Harry's broomstick, which was dangerously and inch away from her face. Ginny was lying with her head on Harry's shoes and she was sprawled crisscrossed on Hermione's back.
In front of Hermione, Fred and George were trying to wrestle out of a heap of their own, their broomtails in their faces.
Poor Hermione unable to move was in danger of having Fred and George shove Harry's broom into her eyes.
Wood, Seamus, and Dean were next to each other on the floor.
Seamus and Dean were suffocating from Wood's arms spread onto their faces.
"Hey, Flint! We got the whole team plus two more," laughed sneery voice that could only belong to Malfoy.
Harry looked across and saw Malfoy standing in a connecting hallway. Behind him was the whole Slytherin team still wearing their quidditch uniforms and Crabbe and Goyle.
They were all cracking up. Malfoy smirked down at the mess of students and leaned over on the wall shaking a bottle in his hand.
Harry fixed his glasses straight and looked up. The bottle was Ice-less Indoor Skating Rink Spray. Malfoy leaned over and sprayed some in Harry's face, freezing him to the spine. That made the Slytherin group crack up even harder.
"Potter is very coordinated, even off his precious Firebolt." The Slytherins walked away giggling, hicupping, and sighing from laughter.
"Those Slytherins," Ron didn't seem to be able to find a word bad enough as he helped Ginny up from Hermione's back and Harry's sleeping foot.
"We better just forget about it," Harry pulled Hermione up who was still lying there, dazed "We're playing against them soon and it will be really distracting." They started heading toward the tower.
"I think we should pay them back and let them know they should be scared" said Ron
Hermione who suddenly came back to her senses protested quickly.
"Harry's right, and it could get us into a lot of trouble. You shouldn't let him get you"
"Get me? I'm just saying that we can't let them think they won."
"It doesn't matter what they think. We just have to ignore it"
"Ignoring it will make it worse. They'll think we're weak and they'll push us around"
"They'll stop if you don't do anything and if you're so sure they'll push us around you're admitting that they can. Is that what you're worried about?"
"What! All I'm worried about is swatting flies instead of just standing there and letting more come"
They had come up in front of the staircase leading to the boy's dormitories. Ron and Hermione stopped walking, but continued bickering with each other. Harry, too tired from practice to listen to another one of their famous arguments went straight to bed, with Slytherin far from his mind.
"That was the longest Quidditch practice ever. Wood is a lot pushier than he was when he was in school. He's a lot harder since he's been invited back to be captain since we didn't play last year. All the captains that graduated in our third year are back. Actually that's only Wood and Flint. Maybe that's why he's making us work so hard."
Harry said as he, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were walking back from practice. Ginny was a new chaser along with Seamus and Dean. They were heading back to Gryffindor tower.
Hermione yawned "I'm going straight toYIKES!" The whole group slipped, tripped and slid across the corridor. Anybody who saw them would see a sliding mountain of students. As they came to a tangled stop, the rest of the Gryffindor team caught up with them pushing the clump into a wall.
This is what you would see:
Harry, Ron, and Hermione against a wall each with Hermione squashed in the middle.
Ron and Harry were sitting upright, but Hermione was lying down facing the opposite direction, staring cross-eyed at the handle of Harry's broomstick, which was dangerously and inch away from her face. Ginny was lying with her head on Harry's shoes and she was sprawled crisscrossed on Hermione's back.
In front of Hermione, Fred and George were trying to wrestle out of a heap of their own, their broomtails in their faces.
Poor Hermione unable to move was in danger of having Fred and George shove Harry's broom into her eyes.
Wood, Seamus, and Dean were next to each other on the floor.
Seamus and Dean were suffocating from Wood's arms spread onto their faces.
"Hey, Flint! We got the whole team plus two more," laughed sneery voice that could only belong to Malfoy.
Harry looked across and saw Malfoy standing in a connecting hallway. Behind him was the whole Slytherin team still wearing their quidditch uniforms and Crabbe and Goyle.
They were all cracking up. Malfoy smirked down at the mess of students and leaned over on the wall shaking a bottle in his hand.
Harry fixed his glasses straight and looked up. The bottle was Ice-less Indoor Skating Rink Spray. Malfoy leaned over and sprayed some in Harry's face, freezing him to the spine. That made the Slytherin group crack up even harder.
"Potter is very coordinated, even off his precious Firebolt." The Slytherins walked away giggling, hicupping, and sighing from laughter.
"Those Slytherins," Ron didn't seem to be able to find a word bad enough as he helped Ginny up from Hermione's back and Harry's sleeping foot.
"We better just forget about it," Harry pulled Hermione up who was still lying there, dazed "We're playing against them soon and it will be really distracting." They started heading toward the tower.
"I think we should pay them back and let them know they should be scared" said Ron
Hermione who suddenly came back to her senses protested quickly.
"Harry's right, and it could get us into a lot of trouble. You shouldn't let him get you"
"Get me? I'm just saying that we can't let them think they won."
"It doesn't matter what they think. We just have to ignore it"
"Ignoring it will make it worse. They'll think we're weak and they'll push us around"
"They'll stop if you don't do anything and if you're so sure they'll push us around you're admitting that they can. Is that what you're worried about?"
"What! All I'm worried about is swatting flies instead of just standing there and letting more come"
They had come up in front of the staircase leading to the boy's dormitories. Ron and Hermione stopped walking, but continued bickering with each other. Harry, too tired from practice to listen to another one of their famous arguments went straight to bed, with Slytherin far from his mind.