"Come on, Hermoine! We've practiced since we got back, and I got permission
from McGonnagall and everything. Now, strip and get into your costume,"
Virginia ordered. The three other Gryffindor girls in the changing room
laughed quietly as Hermoine flamed a bright burning red.
"Oh, all right," she hissed finally and snatched the offending articles of clothing form Virginia's outstretched hands. "But you get yourself a new cheerleader once this is done."
"Hey, I'm probably going to switch over to teach the Slytherin team, next time. Gotta support my bf, don't I? But yes, if you feel that this is not fitting to your dignity as headgirl, next game, if you can find your successor, you can depart."
"Fine." Hermoine quickly stripped, and then grabbed her broom as the other girls started to file out. "I have a baaad feeling about this," she said quietly as she followed them.
"It's just a bit of fun, Hermoine!" Lavender laughed, swaying hips making the short skirt flare around her upper thighs. "And we look good." Virginia ran an appraising eye over her squad and sighed happily. Typical cheerleading costume in the red and gold of Gryffindor, short flared gold skirts with red lining and red borders, and tight sparkly red v-neck tops with the Gryffindor lion emblazoned on the front in gold. Occasionally, one of the lions would roar and move its paw. They each carried red and gold pompoms, and they all sat daintily sidesaddle as they got ready to fly.
"And for the first time in Hogwarts, we have an opening attraction. Brought to you by five lovely Gryffindor ladies, who I'm told have been practicing very hard for your delight, we have the Gryffindor cheerleading squad! While only the Gryffindor house so far performs this, all other houses are told to contact their heads of house for permission to start their own squads. And Ginny Weasley, the starter of it all, is very welcome to help beginners! Shall we give it up, students and teachers, for the Gryffindor cheerleaders!" The presenter's voice, a fifth year Hufflepuff named Marc Harris faded out as they whipped onto the field in a blaze of red and gold.
Reaching the center of the pitch, they all stood up on their brooms, and went into their routines. A combination of magic, illusions, stunts and moves lifted from muggles, the girls made the observers roar. Then they were flying in the typical arrow formation in the circuit that the Quidditch players made. Virginia glanced back over her shoulder. Hermoine was smiling fixedly, but Lavender was blowing kisses. Virginia stifled a chuckle, as she got ready for their last trick. The others peeled off, and Virginia shot straight up into the air as they turned to face her. She was so high above the earth, and then she stood up, and performed a perfect swallow dive down to the ground. They rushed in, and caught her. Remounting her broom, Virginia waved to the ecstatic crowd as the cheerleaders made their way back into the changing rooms.
"The match today is between Slytherin and Gryffindor! The Seeker of the Slytherin team is Draco Malfoy-" Before Draco could even get very far onto the field, Virginia hauled him up by the front of his robes and kissed him hard. "And that's Draco's girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, giving him a bit of a snog for good luck."
"Mr. Harris!"
"Sorry professor. Aren't amicable house relations a wonderful thing?"
"Mr. Harris, please continue with the match!"
"Yes professor, sorry professor. And the Chaser of the Slytherin team. . ." The girls quickly changed and by the time they were ready, the game had started. They filed up to the Gryffindor stand and Hermoine blushed as they were greeted by wolf whistles.
"See, now wasn't that fun?" Virginia said cheerfully as she sat down with the older girls. Hermoine raised an eyebrow at her. "Aw, you know you had fun. Yay, Draco!" Virginia suddenly broke off from her needling to cheer her boyfriend as he zipped away from a Bludger, letting it hit a Gryffindor team member. She clapped her hands in delight. "Now, where were we? Ah yes. You had fun."
"Maybe."
"Well, I did. I can't wait until the next match," Lavender said defiantly. "You at least have a guy, Hermoine. This may help the rest of us." They settled down to chatting as they watched the match, listening with half an ear to the presenter.
"Slytherin scores! That makes the score 60 to 40, Gryffindor had better catch that Snitch quickly. Oh, now wait a minute, the Slytherin Seeker has broken off! Has he seen the Snitch? Well, Harry certainly seems to think so." Virginia was on her feet with the rest of Gryffindor, yelling herself hoarse but she was cheering for the wrong team. She was yelling for Draco. "Look at that! Draco peels off, and Harry is having a time of bringing his broom back under control. Now, the Gryffindor beaters have sent both Bludgers directly at Draco's head but he's dodged them magnificently."
"C'mon, Draco, c'mon!" Virginia screamed. He raised a hand and then doubled back as the Bludgers came his way again.
Draco flew close to the ground, trying to shake the Bludgers. Damn it. He shot straight up in the air, and his Beaters knocked them away. "Get Potter," he hissed at them. They nodded and shot off. The Chasers were very easily scoring points; since Wood left, they really hadn't had a decent Keeper. Gryffindor always won because Harry bloody Potter caught the Snitch. Well, not today. He saw the speck of gold, and glanced around as he took off. Potter was very busily dodging Bludgers, and hadn't seen him go yet. Go, broom, go! Draco leant over, hand outstretched as a fierce joy filled him. Too late, Harry saw him and sped after the green and silver streak. The Snitch fluttered just inches from his hand, and Draco lunged.
"Draco Malfoy has caught the Snitch! Slytherins win! Draco Malfoy beat Harry Potter to the Snitch!" Marc Harris yelled the surprising conclusion to the match. Harry flew to the ground, white with shock. Draco held the captured Snitch up high in his hand as the Slytherins in the stands went crazy. Virginia jumped up and down squealing.
"He caught it! He caught it!"
"Calm down, Ginny, before you rupture our eardrums," Lavender put a hand on Virginia's arm and stopped her bouncing. Virginia just grinned at the older girl.
"I havta go, and say congrats."
"Of course. Go." Hermoine smiled as the red haired girl took off, leaping onto her broom as it flew along the stands and then running to Draco. He caught her up in his arms and whirled her around, both of them laughing in triumph.
"We won," Draco whispered into her ear.
"You did that. And at 250 to 90, it's a very conclusive win. You won, you won, you won!" They started off the field, both holding their brooms and their free arms wrapped around each other's waists. "Slytherin so rocks on." Draco chuckled.
"And you were so fucking gorgeous today. If you'd let me see your costume before you went on, I would have locked you up."
"Aw. I feel loved."
"Love you."
"Love you back, babe."
"Babe?" Draco frowned.
"Darling? That better?" Virginia raised an eyebrow at him, and he laughed slightly.
"Good game, Potter," Draco tossed back over his shoulder.
"Thanks, Malfoy. Congratulations on catching the Snitch." Harry sounded very tired.
"About time, that's all I can say. See you later, Cin." They kissed, then Virginia headed off as Draco went into the change rooms. "So. We won." A grin spread over his face as the others swamped him, howling with joy. "And the next time? We win, *again*."
"You bet! Potter will never know what hit him!" They chorused and all shook hands solemnly.
"So? Let's get to the victory party." Draco quirked an eyebrow at the team, who laughed and started to get changed.
"Oh, all right," she hissed finally and snatched the offending articles of clothing form Virginia's outstretched hands. "But you get yourself a new cheerleader once this is done."
"Hey, I'm probably going to switch over to teach the Slytherin team, next time. Gotta support my bf, don't I? But yes, if you feel that this is not fitting to your dignity as headgirl, next game, if you can find your successor, you can depart."
"Fine." Hermoine quickly stripped, and then grabbed her broom as the other girls started to file out. "I have a baaad feeling about this," she said quietly as she followed them.
"It's just a bit of fun, Hermoine!" Lavender laughed, swaying hips making the short skirt flare around her upper thighs. "And we look good." Virginia ran an appraising eye over her squad and sighed happily. Typical cheerleading costume in the red and gold of Gryffindor, short flared gold skirts with red lining and red borders, and tight sparkly red v-neck tops with the Gryffindor lion emblazoned on the front in gold. Occasionally, one of the lions would roar and move its paw. They each carried red and gold pompoms, and they all sat daintily sidesaddle as they got ready to fly.
"And for the first time in Hogwarts, we have an opening attraction. Brought to you by five lovely Gryffindor ladies, who I'm told have been practicing very hard for your delight, we have the Gryffindor cheerleading squad! While only the Gryffindor house so far performs this, all other houses are told to contact their heads of house for permission to start their own squads. And Ginny Weasley, the starter of it all, is very welcome to help beginners! Shall we give it up, students and teachers, for the Gryffindor cheerleaders!" The presenter's voice, a fifth year Hufflepuff named Marc Harris faded out as they whipped onto the field in a blaze of red and gold.
Reaching the center of the pitch, they all stood up on their brooms, and went into their routines. A combination of magic, illusions, stunts and moves lifted from muggles, the girls made the observers roar. Then they were flying in the typical arrow formation in the circuit that the Quidditch players made. Virginia glanced back over her shoulder. Hermoine was smiling fixedly, but Lavender was blowing kisses. Virginia stifled a chuckle, as she got ready for their last trick. The others peeled off, and Virginia shot straight up into the air as they turned to face her. She was so high above the earth, and then she stood up, and performed a perfect swallow dive down to the ground. They rushed in, and caught her. Remounting her broom, Virginia waved to the ecstatic crowd as the cheerleaders made their way back into the changing rooms.
"The match today is between Slytherin and Gryffindor! The Seeker of the Slytherin team is Draco Malfoy-" Before Draco could even get very far onto the field, Virginia hauled him up by the front of his robes and kissed him hard. "And that's Draco's girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, giving him a bit of a snog for good luck."
"Mr. Harris!"
"Sorry professor. Aren't amicable house relations a wonderful thing?"
"Mr. Harris, please continue with the match!"
"Yes professor, sorry professor. And the Chaser of the Slytherin team. . ." The girls quickly changed and by the time they were ready, the game had started. They filed up to the Gryffindor stand and Hermoine blushed as they were greeted by wolf whistles.
"See, now wasn't that fun?" Virginia said cheerfully as she sat down with the older girls. Hermoine raised an eyebrow at her. "Aw, you know you had fun. Yay, Draco!" Virginia suddenly broke off from her needling to cheer her boyfriend as he zipped away from a Bludger, letting it hit a Gryffindor team member. She clapped her hands in delight. "Now, where were we? Ah yes. You had fun."
"Maybe."
"Well, I did. I can't wait until the next match," Lavender said defiantly. "You at least have a guy, Hermoine. This may help the rest of us." They settled down to chatting as they watched the match, listening with half an ear to the presenter.
"Slytherin scores! That makes the score 60 to 40, Gryffindor had better catch that Snitch quickly. Oh, now wait a minute, the Slytherin Seeker has broken off! Has he seen the Snitch? Well, Harry certainly seems to think so." Virginia was on her feet with the rest of Gryffindor, yelling herself hoarse but she was cheering for the wrong team. She was yelling for Draco. "Look at that! Draco peels off, and Harry is having a time of bringing his broom back under control. Now, the Gryffindor beaters have sent both Bludgers directly at Draco's head but he's dodged them magnificently."
"C'mon, Draco, c'mon!" Virginia screamed. He raised a hand and then doubled back as the Bludgers came his way again.
Draco flew close to the ground, trying to shake the Bludgers. Damn it. He shot straight up in the air, and his Beaters knocked them away. "Get Potter," he hissed at them. They nodded and shot off. The Chasers were very easily scoring points; since Wood left, they really hadn't had a decent Keeper. Gryffindor always won because Harry bloody Potter caught the Snitch. Well, not today. He saw the speck of gold, and glanced around as he took off. Potter was very busily dodging Bludgers, and hadn't seen him go yet. Go, broom, go! Draco leant over, hand outstretched as a fierce joy filled him. Too late, Harry saw him and sped after the green and silver streak. The Snitch fluttered just inches from his hand, and Draco lunged.
"Draco Malfoy has caught the Snitch! Slytherins win! Draco Malfoy beat Harry Potter to the Snitch!" Marc Harris yelled the surprising conclusion to the match. Harry flew to the ground, white with shock. Draco held the captured Snitch up high in his hand as the Slytherins in the stands went crazy. Virginia jumped up and down squealing.
"He caught it! He caught it!"
"Calm down, Ginny, before you rupture our eardrums," Lavender put a hand on Virginia's arm and stopped her bouncing. Virginia just grinned at the older girl.
"I havta go, and say congrats."
"Of course. Go." Hermoine smiled as the red haired girl took off, leaping onto her broom as it flew along the stands and then running to Draco. He caught her up in his arms and whirled her around, both of them laughing in triumph.
"We won," Draco whispered into her ear.
"You did that. And at 250 to 90, it's a very conclusive win. You won, you won, you won!" They started off the field, both holding their brooms and their free arms wrapped around each other's waists. "Slytherin so rocks on." Draco chuckled.
"And you were so fucking gorgeous today. If you'd let me see your costume before you went on, I would have locked you up."
"Aw. I feel loved."
"Love you."
"Love you back, babe."
"Babe?" Draco frowned.
"Darling? That better?" Virginia raised an eyebrow at him, and he laughed slightly.
"Good game, Potter," Draco tossed back over his shoulder.
"Thanks, Malfoy. Congratulations on catching the Snitch." Harry sounded very tired.
"About time, that's all I can say. See you later, Cin." They kissed, then Virginia headed off as Draco went into the change rooms. "So. We won." A grin spread over his face as the others swamped him, howling with joy. "And the next time? We win, *again*."
"You bet! Potter will never know what hit him!" They chorused and all shook hands solemnly.
"So? Let's get to the victory party." Draco quirked an eyebrow at the team, who laughed and started to get changed.