Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Though I do own some of the
original characters... I think...
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Harry felt nervous the next morning. Today was his first quidditch match of the season. When he went down to the Great Tent, everyone cheered at he and Nick. He sat down next to Ron and Hermione, who were arguing fiercely.
"Where were you last night?" asked Ron angrily.
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.
"You were supposed to let me copy from your homework! You weren't in your cabin when I went to get you!"
"I...I was around," blushed Hermione.
"Hermione, give it up. You're bad at lying," said Harry, just as Chad sat across them. Hermione seemed embarrassed by this.
"Give it up, Hermione!" said Ron loudly. Hermione took a glance over at Chad, who was frowning slightly.
"Do you know, Chad?" asked Harry, curiously.
"Um... no," Chad coughed.
"TELL US HERMIONE!" shouted Ron.
"No," said Hermione, blushing.
"Yes."
"NO."
"YES."
"NO!"
"YES!"
"OH, SHUT-UP, RON! I was... I was... I was with Chad..."
"Oh, that's good..."
"...on a date," finished Hermione, putting her head down so she wouldn't have to see Ron or Harry's expression. Chad put his hand on her shoulder.
"WHAT?" shouted Ron, looking at both Hermione and Chad.
Harry was stunned, but not half as stunned as Ron. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were glaring at Chad.
"Your going out?" asked Harry, stunned.
"Um... yeah," said Chad.
"We started going out, when Matthew and Cho started going out," said Hermione.
Hermione and Chad left the Great Tent and went to the quidditch pitch. Ron looked angrier than Harry had ever seen him for.
"How could she have gone with him," he said in a voice of pure anger.
"He's cool, Ron, he's co-"
"I'm leavin' for the quidditch pitch," said Ron, throwing down his napkin. He left, leaving Harry and Nick.
"We're goin' have an interestin' game, 'Arry." That was Nick was able to say.
After breakfast, Harry and Nick left for the pitch, and entered the locker room. Everyone was already there, changing into their uniforms. Harry put his white pants on, then his rainbow colored shirt, and last but not least, his protective gear.
Chad gave his pep talk, which would have took about 4 hours, if Ron hadn't called them out as commentator. "Let's go."
Harry got onto his racing broom and sped out there. The opposing team still hadn't arrived yet.
"AND WHAT A LOVELY DAY FOR A QUIDDITCH MATCH, RIGHT RON?" commentated Cho.
"YES, YOU'RE RIGHT! AND LOOK CAMP 7 ¾ HAS ARRIVED ONTO THE FIELD! FIRST COMES CHAD BASTARD..."
"Ronald Weasley!" warned Mr. Davidson angrily.
Cho started saying the names instead. "FIRST WE HAVE HAMILTON, CARTER, PARKER, BLACK, MURRAY, CARLSON, AAAAAAND POTTER!"
Harry saw the other team, and froze. The other team was Malfoy's team in silver robes.
Ron too noticed that. "IT LOOKS LIKE THE OTHER TEAM HAS ARRIVED FOLKS! FOR CAMP HOGBURY THERE IS LANCE, CHRISTENSEN, BOYD, BOOTH, CRABBE, GOYLE, AND THE LAST SLIMEY GIT..."
"WEASLEY!" warned Mr. Davidson again.
"... MALFOY!"
Malfoy flew to the opposite side of Harry. He was wearing a huge sneer. "Well this has been a great year without seeing your ugly face, Potty," said Malfoy, over all the noise coming from the crowds.
"Same for, you," said Harry coldly.
Madame Kirkland, their quidditch referee, and started saying things in a low voice to Chad and Booth, the captains. Then they shook hands with Booth looking murderous and Chad looking as if he were under extreme pain.
Madame Kirkland then released the bludgers, then the snitch, and last the quaffle, which started the game.
Harry went as high as he could, and scanned the field. No sign of the snitch. He turned around to find Malfoy right behind him, in a shiny new broom, that looked like a brand new Firebolt.
"Like the broom, Potty?" asked Malfoy.
"Having a Firebolt won't make you a better seeker, Malfoy."
"Oh, but this isn't a Firebolt, Potty. This is a Firebolt 1000." And so it was. It was the newest broom, with speeds way higher than Harry's broom could ever have.
"... AND FIRST SCORE OF THE GAME FOR 7 ¾! GREAT JOB PARKER! NOW, BOOTH IN POSSESION, PASSES TO BOYD, SWERVES A BLUDGER FROM CARLSON, GETTIN' AWFUL CLOSE TO THE GOAL POSTS... HE SHOOTS, AND MISSES! GREAT SAVE BY HAMILTON!"
Half an hour later, Harry still couldn't find the snitch. The score was 90 to 90. Harry scanned the field anxiously.
"CHRISTENSEN HAS THE QUAFFLE, HE'S GOIN' TO THE GOAL POSTS, HE'S ABOUT TO SHOOT... NO! HE'S JUST BEEN HIT BY A BLUDGER FROM CARLSON! NOW CARTER HAS THE QUAFFLE, AND OF COURSE... THAT BASTARD HAS SCORED," said Ron dismissely.
"RON!" said Cho angrily. "We LIKE for our team to get a goal!"
"Yeah, but not from that slim ball..."
Harry spotted the snitch. He started racing towards it, and noticed that Malfoy was speeding up behind him. Malfoy got in front of him, and put his hand out towards the snitch, which then started going downward. Harry and Malfoy followed it. They were inches above the ground... they would have to make a sharp turn so they wouldn't hit the ground, which unfortunately Malfoy couldn't do, even with his special broom. He hit the ground hard, and Harry reached out his hand for the snitch.
And of course Harry caught it.
The cheers were deafening. Harry could hear fans yelling, 'WAY TO GO, POTTER!' and things like that. He raised the snitch in the air...
Later.
Harry sat at the Great Tent table for dinner. He was in a really good mood, and every so often someone would pat him on the back.
Nick was right beside him looking pleased with himself as well. He had made quite a lot of goals, and people kept on patting himself on the back too.
Ron was on Harry's other side. He was looking extremely pleased with himself, though neither Nick or Harry could figure out why. They thought it might have something to do with the fact that he got to bad-mouth Chad, whom he had recently started an "I hate Chad Hamilton" club. Neither Harry nor Nick could figure out why he had done this either.
"So, um... have you gotten any members for the Chad club?" asked Harry.
"Yes," said Ron happily.
"Who?"
"Pig."
"Excuse me?"
"Pig, my owl."
"Um... great," mumbled Harry. Ron could be so weird sometimes...
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Sorry this chapter wasn't really good, but I was so tired today, (.
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Harry felt nervous the next morning. Today was his first quidditch match of the season. When he went down to the Great Tent, everyone cheered at he and Nick. He sat down next to Ron and Hermione, who were arguing fiercely.
"Where were you last night?" asked Ron angrily.
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.
"You were supposed to let me copy from your homework! You weren't in your cabin when I went to get you!"
"I...I was around," blushed Hermione.
"Hermione, give it up. You're bad at lying," said Harry, just as Chad sat across them. Hermione seemed embarrassed by this.
"Give it up, Hermione!" said Ron loudly. Hermione took a glance over at Chad, who was frowning slightly.
"Do you know, Chad?" asked Harry, curiously.
"Um... no," Chad coughed.
"TELL US HERMIONE!" shouted Ron.
"No," said Hermione, blushing.
"Yes."
"NO."
"YES."
"NO!"
"YES!"
"OH, SHUT-UP, RON! I was... I was... I was with Chad..."
"Oh, that's good..."
"...on a date," finished Hermione, putting her head down so she wouldn't have to see Ron or Harry's expression. Chad put his hand on her shoulder.
"WHAT?" shouted Ron, looking at both Hermione and Chad.
Harry was stunned, but not half as stunned as Ron. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were glaring at Chad.
"Your going out?" asked Harry, stunned.
"Um... yeah," said Chad.
"We started going out, when Matthew and Cho started going out," said Hermione.
Hermione and Chad left the Great Tent and went to the quidditch pitch. Ron looked angrier than Harry had ever seen him for.
"How could she have gone with him," he said in a voice of pure anger.
"He's cool, Ron, he's co-"
"I'm leavin' for the quidditch pitch," said Ron, throwing down his napkin. He left, leaving Harry and Nick.
"We're goin' have an interestin' game, 'Arry." That was Nick was able to say.
After breakfast, Harry and Nick left for the pitch, and entered the locker room. Everyone was already there, changing into their uniforms. Harry put his white pants on, then his rainbow colored shirt, and last but not least, his protective gear.
Chad gave his pep talk, which would have took about 4 hours, if Ron hadn't called them out as commentator. "Let's go."
Harry got onto his racing broom and sped out there. The opposing team still hadn't arrived yet.
"AND WHAT A LOVELY DAY FOR A QUIDDITCH MATCH, RIGHT RON?" commentated Cho.
"YES, YOU'RE RIGHT! AND LOOK CAMP 7 ¾ HAS ARRIVED ONTO THE FIELD! FIRST COMES CHAD BASTARD..."
"Ronald Weasley!" warned Mr. Davidson angrily.
Cho started saying the names instead. "FIRST WE HAVE HAMILTON, CARTER, PARKER, BLACK, MURRAY, CARLSON, AAAAAAND POTTER!"
Harry saw the other team, and froze. The other team was Malfoy's team in silver robes.
Ron too noticed that. "IT LOOKS LIKE THE OTHER TEAM HAS ARRIVED FOLKS! FOR CAMP HOGBURY THERE IS LANCE, CHRISTENSEN, BOYD, BOOTH, CRABBE, GOYLE, AND THE LAST SLIMEY GIT..."
"WEASLEY!" warned Mr. Davidson again.
"... MALFOY!"
Malfoy flew to the opposite side of Harry. He was wearing a huge sneer. "Well this has been a great year without seeing your ugly face, Potty," said Malfoy, over all the noise coming from the crowds.
"Same for, you," said Harry coldly.
Madame Kirkland, their quidditch referee, and started saying things in a low voice to Chad and Booth, the captains. Then they shook hands with Booth looking murderous and Chad looking as if he were under extreme pain.
Madame Kirkland then released the bludgers, then the snitch, and last the quaffle, which started the game.
Harry went as high as he could, and scanned the field. No sign of the snitch. He turned around to find Malfoy right behind him, in a shiny new broom, that looked like a brand new Firebolt.
"Like the broom, Potty?" asked Malfoy.
"Having a Firebolt won't make you a better seeker, Malfoy."
"Oh, but this isn't a Firebolt, Potty. This is a Firebolt 1000." And so it was. It was the newest broom, with speeds way higher than Harry's broom could ever have.
"... AND FIRST SCORE OF THE GAME FOR 7 ¾! GREAT JOB PARKER! NOW, BOOTH IN POSSESION, PASSES TO BOYD, SWERVES A BLUDGER FROM CARLSON, GETTIN' AWFUL CLOSE TO THE GOAL POSTS... HE SHOOTS, AND MISSES! GREAT SAVE BY HAMILTON!"
Half an hour later, Harry still couldn't find the snitch. The score was 90 to 90. Harry scanned the field anxiously.
"CHRISTENSEN HAS THE QUAFFLE, HE'S GOIN' TO THE GOAL POSTS, HE'S ABOUT TO SHOOT... NO! HE'S JUST BEEN HIT BY A BLUDGER FROM CARLSON! NOW CARTER HAS THE QUAFFLE, AND OF COURSE... THAT BASTARD HAS SCORED," said Ron dismissely.
"RON!" said Cho angrily. "We LIKE for our team to get a goal!"
"Yeah, but not from that slim ball..."
Harry spotted the snitch. He started racing towards it, and noticed that Malfoy was speeding up behind him. Malfoy got in front of him, and put his hand out towards the snitch, which then started going downward. Harry and Malfoy followed it. They were inches above the ground... they would have to make a sharp turn so they wouldn't hit the ground, which unfortunately Malfoy couldn't do, even with his special broom. He hit the ground hard, and Harry reached out his hand for the snitch.
And of course Harry caught it.
The cheers were deafening. Harry could hear fans yelling, 'WAY TO GO, POTTER!' and things like that. He raised the snitch in the air...
Later.
Harry sat at the Great Tent table for dinner. He was in a really good mood, and every so often someone would pat him on the back.
Nick was right beside him looking pleased with himself as well. He had made quite a lot of goals, and people kept on patting himself on the back too.
Ron was on Harry's other side. He was looking extremely pleased with himself, though neither Nick or Harry could figure out why. They thought it might have something to do with the fact that he got to bad-mouth Chad, whom he had recently started an "I hate Chad Hamilton" club. Neither Harry nor Nick could figure out why he had done this either.
"So, um... have you gotten any members for the Chad club?" asked Harry.
"Yes," said Ron happily.
"Who?"
"Pig."
"Excuse me?"
"Pig, my owl."
"Um... great," mumbled Harry. Ron could be so weird sometimes...
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Sorry this chapter wasn't really good, but I was so tired today, (.