The Gryffindor Quidditch Team stepped onto the pitch to a screaming cheer from their housemates. So far, the team had been undefeated. They had destroyed Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. The final match before Christmas was against Slytherin and Ron was particularly determined to win this one. As soon as Malfoy got word of him and Hermione dating, he was even more vicious than usual.
The teams moved to the center of the field, ready to begin. Madam Hooch flew to the middle of the two teams and blew her whistle. The match had begun. Ron flew quickly to the hoops before any Chasers had time to score. He watched diligently while Ginny, Seamus, and Stella passed the Quaffle back and forth to score a goal. Meanwhile, Dean Thomas had been given the honor of narrating.
"The Quaffle moves to Finnigan, zooming left and right," Dean yelled. "But here comes a bludger! Look out Seamus!"
Seamus deftly dodged the bludger, which zoomed towards Colin Creevey. With a loud crack, he hit the bludger towards Malfoy, who had to quickly swerve away, for fear of losing a limb. While all this was going on, Seamus had the time to score a goal.
"Ten points to Gryffindor! That's twenty to zero, in favor of the Gryffindors," roared Dean.
The Quaffle was then taken by one of Slytherin's Chasers. Speeding along on his Nimbus Two Thousand and One, the Chaser couldn't be caught by Seamus or Ginny, who were both sporting Comet Two Sixties. However, Stella, on her Firebolt, soared after him, hoping to force him to drop the Quaffle. The Slytherin Beaters, seeing her plan, smacked a bludger her way, which cracked fiercely into her skull. The crowd gasped as she fell off her broom in a heap on the ground.
Stella! Ron thought. Is she all right? Where's Harry? Ron searched the skies for Harry, seeing him zoom down to the ground immediately. Ron, however, had no time to see any further because the Chaser was on his way to the goal. He threw the Quaffle to the left goalpost and almost made it, but Ron managed to hit it away with the handle of his broomstick.
That was close, Ron thought. But what happened to Stella?
He looked down to see that the match had stopped completely. He flew down to see if both Harry and Stella were okay. By the time he had landed, Madam Pomfrey had already levitated Stella away.
"So is she okay?" Ron asked, worriedly.
"Madam Pomfrey said she'd be all right. She was knocked unconscious, but she said she'd have her up in no time. But was very firm in that she couldn't finish the match," Harry explained.
"Can we play with one Chaser down?" Ron asked.
"Well, I'm going to try to catch the Snitch as quickly as possible. For one thing, the less time we play with only two Chasers, the better chance we'll have. And two, I need to go see Stella before we leave," Harry said.
"All right then. Let's play," Ron said.
The plan worked and within minutes Harry had caught the Snitch.
Malfoy left the field with a scowl that could curdle milk.
Ha, Ron thought. That should teach you a thing or two. You never could beat Harry or me at anything. Except for maybe being a slimeball.
Ron met Hermione outside of the locker room after the match. "Where's Harry?" he asked.
"He went to go see Stella before we left," Hermione said, stiffly.
"Oh right…Come on, Hermione, we have to go see if she's okay," Ron pleaded.
"Who is this we that you're speaking of? I really don't care if she's all right or not," Hermione said.
"How can you say that? She's Harry's girlfriend. At least do it for him!" Ron said.
"All the more reason for me NOT to find out if she's okay," Hermione said, stomping off.
What? Ron thought, confused. I don't get it? What does her being Harry's girlfriend have anything to do with anything? Honestly Hermione, sometimes I just don't understand you.
A/N: Sorry it's gone back to being short again, but I have certain things I need to achieve in each chapter, and once they're done, I stop writing.