Chapter 7: And the winner is..
"Look out! There's a bludger coming right to you!"
"Faster you gits faster"
"Go Gryffindor!"
"Go Slytherin"
This game was intense; the rivalry between these two houses had even spread between the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, who'd taken sides with Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Hermione too was caught up in the game, screaming her lungs out; this was a crucial game to determine who'd have the upper hand for the rest of the season.
The roar of the crowd was deafening, they sounded like they wanted blood.
Draco caught a chuckle in his throat at how people could be so satisfied by seeing gore and suffering. He'd seen it too many times. It was almost like the time when his father had used a TimeTurner to show him gladiator battles. There was a thrill and getting caught up in the excitement of the crowd, but Draco now knew the thrill wasn't worth the sacrifice of lives.
That's when Draco knew he wouldn't be a Death Eater.
"Snitch get the Snitch!"
Draco snapped his head back into the game; his eyes darted around looking for the fluttering gold ball, so far nothing it was still hiding.
He turned his attention to Harry incase he'd seen something he hadn't.
'Damn! Stupid Potter's too good at hiding emotions!' Draco thought furiously.
While Draco was getting mad at Harry for not giving away any extra knowledge he might know about the Snitch, he was right.
Harry did know where the snitch was, the score was 70 to 40 in favor of Slytherin, Harry wanted to wait so that either the scores would be close so the victory would be more of a slap in the face.
Harry knew this was a bratty way to play but it was more fun. Besides he was always nice about everything, Quidditch was an outlet to be nasty.
'There it is to the left, I'll just look straight, Malfoy can't see my eyes moving just my head, he'll be none the wiser' Harry thought he was very clever.
That was until Draco started to move, he started to move fast.
He was headed past Harry to where Harry had seen the Snitch.
'Oh God he's going to get it!' Harry panicked before diving after Draco.
The announcer was going wild with this new bit of action, "Can it be Draco's seen the Snitch and is going to get it! He's going to beat Harry! This is unbelievable! Look out Harry's closing in fast! He's neck and neck! Who's going to be the bad one and push the other off their broom! Well that's obvious the lousy Slyther.. Ouch sorry Professor" winced Semus as he corrected his biased commentary, "Oh wow would you look at that! Harry's swung out away from Draco, wonder why he did that?"
Harry knew exactly why he'd done that, he'd swing out far enough to get the proper momentum to hit Draco harder to get him off course.
What Harry didn't count on was Draco doing the same thing, like Newton's law when two objects of equal distance collide the force at which they hit rebounds them that same amount. In other words Harry and Draco moved to hit each other at the same time and Smack! Flew off in opposite directions.
Hermione leaned forward further to see if Harry was alright. She sighed with relief then screamed her urging of Harry to get the Snitch.
Harry's gazed darted upward for a second to the stands at the corner where he knew Hermione was, and then quickly refocused his attention.
But that second was all Draco needed, the Snitch turned and Wack! Hit Draco's open hand.
'I can't believe it!'
'I can't believe it!'
'I won! Yes I won!'
'He won?! How did that happen?'
Harry looked very defeated as he landed back down, and started to head off the pitch with the rest of his dejected team.
Draco was ecstatic, he'd beat Harry! He'd never beaten Harry! Draco the boy whose emotions seemed to fill a thimble was whooping and hollering with the rest of his team.
Hermione, who'd been jumping around and screaming like a mad woman had stopped mid cheer, was now racing after Harry to attempt to make things better.
"Look out! There's a bludger coming right to you!"
"Faster you gits faster"
"Go Gryffindor!"
"Go Slytherin"
This game was intense; the rivalry between these two houses had even spread between the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, who'd taken sides with Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Hermione too was caught up in the game, screaming her lungs out; this was a crucial game to determine who'd have the upper hand for the rest of the season.
The roar of the crowd was deafening, they sounded like they wanted blood.
Draco caught a chuckle in his throat at how people could be so satisfied by seeing gore and suffering. He'd seen it too many times. It was almost like the time when his father had used a TimeTurner to show him gladiator battles. There was a thrill and getting caught up in the excitement of the crowd, but Draco now knew the thrill wasn't worth the sacrifice of lives.
That's when Draco knew he wouldn't be a Death Eater.
"Snitch get the Snitch!"
Draco snapped his head back into the game; his eyes darted around looking for the fluttering gold ball, so far nothing it was still hiding.
He turned his attention to Harry incase he'd seen something he hadn't.
'Damn! Stupid Potter's too good at hiding emotions!' Draco thought furiously.
While Draco was getting mad at Harry for not giving away any extra knowledge he might know about the Snitch, he was right.
Harry did know where the snitch was, the score was 70 to 40 in favor of Slytherin, Harry wanted to wait so that either the scores would be close so the victory would be more of a slap in the face.
Harry knew this was a bratty way to play but it was more fun. Besides he was always nice about everything, Quidditch was an outlet to be nasty.
'There it is to the left, I'll just look straight, Malfoy can't see my eyes moving just my head, he'll be none the wiser' Harry thought he was very clever.
That was until Draco started to move, he started to move fast.
He was headed past Harry to where Harry had seen the Snitch.
'Oh God he's going to get it!' Harry panicked before diving after Draco.
The announcer was going wild with this new bit of action, "Can it be Draco's seen the Snitch and is going to get it! He's going to beat Harry! This is unbelievable! Look out Harry's closing in fast! He's neck and neck! Who's going to be the bad one and push the other off their broom! Well that's obvious the lousy Slyther.. Ouch sorry Professor" winced Semus as he corrected his biased commentary, "Oh wow would you look at that! Harry's swung out away from Draco, wonder why he did that?"
Harry knew exactly why he'd done that, he'd swing out far enough to get the proper momentum to hit Draco harder to get him off course.
What Harry didn't count on was Draco doing the same thing, like Newton's law when two objects of equal distance collide the force at which they hit rebounds them that same amount. In other words Harry and Draco moved to hit each other at the same time and Smack! Flew off in opposite directions.
Hermione leaned forward further to see if Harry was alright. She sighed with relief then screamed her urging of Harry to get the Snitch.
Harry's gazed darted upward for a second to the stands at the corner where he knew Hermione was, and then quickly refocused his attention.
But that second was all Draco needed, the Snitch turned and Wack! Hit Draco's open hand.
'I can't believe it!'
'I can't believe it!'
'I won! Yes I won!'
'He won?! How did that happen?'
Harry looked very defeated as he landed back down, and started to head off the pitch with the rest of his dejected team.
Draco was ecstatic, he'd beat Harry! He'd never beaten Harry! Draco the boy whose emotions seemed to fill a thimble was whooping and hollering with the rest of his team.
Hermione, who'd been jumping around and screaming like a mad woman had stopped mid cheer, was now racing after Harry to attempt to make things better.