Behind The Mask Chapter 6 Quidditch Practice
I had heard Potter come in just before curfew. I was already under the covers. Hey, I was tired. He dressed in his night cloths and got in the vase bed. We dare not spoke a word, and I don't know about him, but I had fallen into a peaceful restless sleep. Too bad we both had Quidditch Practice bright and early. My alarm clock woke us up again, this time I turned it off by running to it, and I stumbled out of the room, I decided since I had to change right away anyway, I'd go down in my pajamas. Carrying my clo...oh that's what I forgot.
I turned back to the room, and dug for my cloths. What surprised me was they were right there on top of my dresser, folded neatly. I looked around, Potter was in the bathroom, and I doubted a house elf would do this. So it did have to be Potter, but why had he done it? I had no time to ponder about it then, so I grabbed my cloths and stalked down to the locker room. I dressed quickly, and slicked my hair back, with the extra comb and gel I kept in my locker.
The rest of the team slowly filed in, looking grouchy; probably because we had to practice with Gryffindor. We had already spoken to the Gryffindoor team; we'd practice like it was a game. We wouldn't have shared the field any other way. So we grabbed our brooms, and we flew out and took our places and waited for our rivals to get there. Of course Gryffindors are slower then us in the morning; not as slow as Hufflepuff is, but still slow. We only had to wait for twenty minutes, I was one of the more impatient ones, and so I would have left if it had token any longer.
They flew out, and took their places. The Mudblood was the referee, because we all had agreed she would be fair. She threw the Quaffle in the air, and the Chasers took off, while the Beaters scanned the field for sights of the Bludger. Potter and I were up high searching for the fast golden Snitch. My eyes scanned as I flew slowly searching, for any sign of the fleeting golden ball. I saw it in the middle of the field. Little did I know that Potter and I were directly across form each other, and we both headed for the Snitch, looping down in an arch. (Think smiley face.)
We both got there at the same exact moment, our hands stretched out, our fingers laced; the Snitch trapped helplessly in our palms. We stared at each other, panting. Neither him or I would let go, not for the world; defiantly not for each other. I admit this now; because I wouldn't then...I liked the feeling of his slightly smaller fingers lased with my fingers. I liked the warmth I felt. The little skip in my pulse, but I can't admit why. I'm sure you know...I do like him. I started to right then and there.
We still stared at each other; daring each other with our eyes, to let go. I saw Potter's eyes soften, his expression changing from determined; to just neutral gentleness; his grip loosening; but only just. I felt my grip loosen, with out me noticing. I was too busy gazing in wonder at him. But, the next domino to go down interrupted this scene; I could have sworn I would have killed her; that is if I didn't remind myself that I hated Harry Potter. And that's the way it was going to stay, damnit! Too bad it didn't. ~Fin
Please read and review, a big thanks to all those who already have! Sorry about the big cliffhanger here. Promise to update soon! Thank you for reading my story! ^_^
I had heard Potter come in just before curfew. I was already under the covers. Hey, I was tired. He dressed in his night cloths and got in the vase bed. We dare not spoke a word, and I don't know about him, but I had fallen into a peaceful restless sleep. Too bad we both had Quidditch Practice bright and early. My alarm clock woke us up again, this time I turned it off by running to it, and I stumbled out of the room, I decided since I had to change right away anyway, I'd go down in my pajamas. Carrying my clo...oh that's what I forgot.
I turned back to the room, and dug for my cloths. What surprised me was they were right there on top of my dresser, folded neatly. I looked around, Potter was in the bathroom, and I doubted a house elf would do this. So it did have to be Potter, but why had he done it? I had no time to ponder about it then, so I grabbed my cloths and stalked down to the locker room. I dressed quickly, and slicked my hair back, with the extra comb and gel I kept in my locker.
The rest of the team slowly filed in, looking grouchy; probably because we had to practice with Gryffindor. We had already spoken to the Gryffindoor team; we'd practice like it was a game. We wouldn't have shared the field any other way. So we grabbed our brooms, and we flew out and took our places and waited for our rivals to get there. Of course Gryffindors are slower then us in the morning; not as slow as Hufflepuff is, but still slow. We only had to wait for twenty minutes, I was one of the more impatient ones, and so I would have left if it had token any longer.
They flew out, and took their places. The Mudblood was the referee, because we all had agreed she would be fair. She threw the Quaffle in the air, and the Chasers took off, while the Beaters scanned the field for sights of the Bludger. Potter and I were up high searching for the fast golden Snitch. My eyes scanned as I flew slowly searching, for any sign of the fleeting golden ball. I saw it in the middle of the field. Little did I know that Potter and I were directly across form each other, and we both headed for the Snitch, looping down in an arch. (Think smiley face.)
We both got there at the same exact moment, our hands stretched out, our fingers laced; the Snitch trapped helplessly in our palms. We stared at each other, panting. Neither him or I would let go, not for the world; defiantly not for each other. I admit this now; because I wouldn't then...I liked the feeling of his slightly smaller fingers lased with my fingers. I liked the warmth I felt. The little skip in my pulse, but I can't admit why. I'm sure you know...I do like him. I started to right then and there.
We still stared at each other; daring each other with our eyes, to let go. I saw Potter's eyes soften, his expression changing from determined; to just neutral gentleness; his grip loosening; but only just. I felt my grip loosen, with out me noticing. I was too busy gazing in wonder at him. But, the next domino to go down interrupted this scene; I could have sworn I would have killed her; that is if I didn't remind myself that I hated Harry Potter. And that's the way it was going to stay, damnit! Too bad it didn't. ~Fin
Please read and review, a big thanks to all those who already have! Sorry about the big cliffhanger here. Promise to update soon! Thank you for reading my story! ^_^