Forever by Alliance Webb
Chapter Fifteen
Quidditch
((a/n: I believe that no Harry Potter story can be complete without a quidditch match or a broom scene so this is it - and lucky me - I can involve plot in it too)
disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, nor are any of the characters, I take only credit for Kyle, she's mine. (still out of paper and the pencil's still missing in case anyone was worried)
Draco stood in the quidditch pitch looking up at all the screaming students. Today was the day. It was Gryffindor vs. Slythering and even Professor Trewlany had left the tower to watch the game, though she claimed she already knew who would win, she simply wanted to 'show her support' for the teams. He looked across the field as the scarlet robes walked toward them. Oliver walked in front of them, the proud captain he was, and Harry Potter, the infamous seeker, walked behind him sending suggestive looks at Draco. Draco's lip curled and he spat at the approaching team.
"You know the rules - good clean fun, this is just practice for the year so keep it clean," Madame Hooch nodded.
The team members only scoffed at one another.
"I want you in the air in three minutes, students, or you're disqualified and the game will be over, any questions?" she retorted.
The Slytherin goalie raised his hand. "What if someone's feet get stuck to the ground and they can't get into the air? Will the other team win?" he was just suppressing a laugh.
"You just try it and you'll find out," she threatened. The entire Slytherin team broke into a chorus of laughter and the Gryffindor team rolled their eyes.
Draco ran back toward the locker room doors to meet the waiting amber eyes. He gently kissed Kyle and smiled at her.
"I will cheer for you," she blushed. Sure, it was true, he liked her a lot, she was so fun to talk to, her accent was very funny. But love? He was trying, but he simply didn't think he could.
He smiled back and ran into the quidditch pitch jumping on his broom. It was something he had been practicing. The entire west end of the field roared with applause. He waved to the forest of green and took his place on the field.
"Good luck, Malfoy," Harry said sarcastically. "You'll need a great deal of it."
"Go to hell Potter."
"Oh, I've been there, it was hell screwing your boyfriend," he replied coldly.
Draco became red with anger as he lunged at Harry. Grabbing his broom he began to punch Harry as hard as he could. Blood flew everywhere. Oliver quickly flew in and pulled the two apart. Draco noticed his strong muscles under the soft skin. He shook his head. 'No, no, oh no, bad,' he hissed at himself.
"What the hell are you two trying to pull?" he snapped at them. He noticed Draco looking at him. 'Was he just checking me out," he thought, slightly happy. 'No, no, oh no, bad,' he told himself.
"Yeah, Malfoy, what's the matter?" Harry smirked.
"Shut the hell up, Potter, stop being such an ass," Oliver rolled his eyes. "Get to your own side of the field D-Malfoy," he caught himself.
The both looked at him in shock and obeyed.
"Thank you Mr.Wood, will we be having to call this game off?" Madame Hooch questioned.
"I don't believe so, Madame Hooch, I think everything's under control now," Oliver replied.
"Very well then, let's commence," she started the game.
The game started with an immediate blur of colors. Red and green swirled across the field and reminded Draco of Christmas a few years ago when his parents had been away and he stayed at Hogwarts. Shaking his head he returned to the event on hand. Gryffindor had just scored three times in a row and Harry had just dodged a bludger sent after him by a Slytherin beater. Then he saw it, for once he saw it first.
After recovering from his dodge, Harry saw it too.
Draco had already begun to dive. Harry, shocked, quickly dove after him. Draco's much swifter broom remained ahead as Harry followed closely.
"Don't let him get it, Potter," he heard George Weasley shout. The golden glint broke its dive and Harry's quick reflexes helped him catch up to Draco. However, they both were caught slightly off guard when the snitch began to ascend, higher and higher. Draco's broom again was better equipped for this as the vertical ascension began. Draco was just within reach of the snitch as they reached a height much higher than usual. Draco put out his arm and lunged at the golden ball. He felt the cool metal on his hand then felt a sharp pain flow through his back. The world was spinning as he opened his eyes and he felt the weird sensation of falling. Then the world went black.
a/n: I really like reviews!
Chapter Fifteen
Quidditch
((a/n: I believe that no Harry Potter story can be complete without a quidditch match or a broom scene so this is it - and lucky me - I can involve plot in it too)
disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, nor are any of the characters, I take only credit for Kyle, she's mine. (still out of paper and the pencil's still missing in case anyone was worried)
Draco stood in the quidditch pitch looking up at all the screaming students. Today was the day. It was Gryffindor vs. Slythering and even Professor Trewlany had left the tower to watch the game, though she claimed she already knew who would win, she simply wanted to 'show her support' for the teams. He looked across the field as the scarlet robes walked toward them. Oliver walked in front of them, the proud captain he was, and Harry Potter, the infamous seeker, walked behind him sending suggestive looks at Draco. Draco's lip curled and he spat at the approaching team.
"You know the rules - good clean fun, this is just practice for the year so keep it clean," Madame Hooch nodded.
The team members only scoffed at one another.
"I want you in the air in three minutes, students, or you're disqualified and the game will be over, any questions?" she retorted.
The Slytherin goalie raised his hand. "What if someone's feet get stuck to the ground and they can't get into the air? Will the other team win?" he was just suppressing a laugh.
"You just try it and you'll find out," she threatened. The entire Slytherin team broke into a chorus of laughter and the Gryffindor team rolled their eyes.
Draco ran back toward the locker room doors to meet the waiting amber eyes. He gently kissed Kyle and smiled at her.
"I will cheer for you," she blushed. Sure, it was true, he liked her a lot, she was so fun to talk to, her accent was very funny. But love? He was trying, but he simply didn't think he could.
He smiled back and ran into the quidditch pitch jumping on his broom. It was something he had been practicing. The entire west end of the field roared with applause. He waved to the forest of green and took his place on the field.
"Good luck, Malfoy," Harry said sarcastically. "You'll need a great deal of it."
"Go to hell Potter."
"Oh, I've been there, it was hell screwing your boyfriend," he replied coldly.
Draco became red with anger as he lunged at Harry. Grabbing his broom he began to punch Harry as hard as he could. Blood flew everywhere. Oliver quickly flew in and pulled the two apart. Draco noticed his strong muscles under the soft skin. He shook his head. 'No, no, oh no, bad,' he hissed at himself.
"What the hell are you two trying to pull?" he snapped at them. He noticed Draco looking at him. 'Was he just checking me out," he thought, slightly happy. 'No, no, oh no, bad,' he told himself.
"Yeah, Malfoy, what's the matter?" Harry smirked.
"Shut the hell up, Potter, stop being such an ass," Oliver rolled his eyes. "Get to your own side of the field D-Malfoy," he caught himself.
The both looked at him in shock and obeyed.
"Thank you Mr.Wood, will we be having to call this game off?" Madame Hooch questioned.
"I don't believe so, Madame Hooch, I think everything's under control now," Oliver replied.
"Very well then, let's commence," she started the game.
The game started with an immediate blur of colors. Red and green swirled across the field and reminded Draco of Christmas a few years ago when his parents had been away and he stayed at Hogwarts. Shaking his head he returned to the event on hand. Gryffindor had just scored three times in a row and Harry had just dodged a bludger sent after him by a Slytherin beater. Then he saw it, for once he saw it first.
After recovering from his dodge, Harry saw it too.
Draco had already begun to dive. Harry, shocked, quickly dove after him. Draco's much swifter broom remained ahead as Harry followed closely.
"Don't let him get it, Potter," he heard George Weasley shout. The golden glint broke its dive and Harry's quick reflexes helped him catch up to Draco. However, they both were caught slightly off guard when the snitch began to ascend, higher and higher. Draco's broom again was better equipped for this as the vertical ascension began. Draco was just within reach of the snitch as they reached a height much higher than usual. Draco put out his arm and lunged at the golden ball. He felt the cool metal on his hand then felt a sharp pain flow through his back. The world was spinning as he opened his eyes and he felt the weird sensation of falling. Then the world went black.
a/n: I really like reviews!