These characters aren't mine, sadly, and I make no profit from (insert story the particular fic of mine you are reading is based on here). I cry out to the stars, "If only, if only."

By the by, watch out, a few of the characters may be ooc. (out of character for those of you who don't know what that stands for.)

Chapter 19: Diina's First Quidditch Match

Harry ran to catch up with Diina. The weather had finally let up enough to have a Quidditch match. The past two months had been far too windy for a match, so Harry was particularly excited about this match. "Hey Diina! Wait up!" She waited for him, smiling and blushing. "It's our first match today and, even though you're Slytherin, I was hoping you'd cheer for me."

"well, I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but..." Diina said hesitantly, "I'm one of Slytherin's new Chasers, so I'll be playing too."

"Well, good luck then," Harry said, a bit shocked that a girl was on the Slytherin team."

"You too." Her smile said she wanted to win, but knew she wouldn't.

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This is my last year," Draco told the team gravely. "It will not be a total disgrace like the years before. Is that clear?"

"We get you," Diina replied. "With the exception of our Beaters, Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber, we understand."

"I'm counting on you to get us a lot of points," Draco told her.

"Goody," she sarcastically replied.

They filed out onto the Quidditch pitch. When Gryffindor met Slytherin, Madam Hooch told them to keep it clean, then had the team captains shake hands. Harry and Draco exchanged looks that said, "My team is going to slaughter yours". The teams mounted up and took to the sky.

"The Quaffle is claimed immediately by Virginia Weasley of Gryffindor. This is her second year on the team. She performed spectacularly last year, hopefully she can keep it up. Weasley passes to Seamus Finnigan—but it's intercepted by Diina Riddle. She's rocketing towards Gryffindor goal posts; I don't think Keeper Ronald Weasley can stop her. Riddle has a close call with a Bludger, directed at her by...Slytherin Beater Gregory Goyle? What the hell are you thinking? That's your own teammate, you son of a"-

"SPIVEY!" McGonagall reprimanded. Sandrielle Spivey, a Third-year Gryffindor, was the new commentator of the Quidditch matches.

"Sorry Professor. The stupidity of some people really irks me. Colin Creevey passes to Finnigan, Finnigan passes to Weasley...she shoots...but it's blocked by Slytherin Keeper Wesley Sipes. Sipes throws it in to Rufus Hobson, a new addition to Slytherin's team this year. As a matter of fact, all of Slytherin's Chasers are new to the team. Hobson passes to Slytherin Posco Jeters, Jeters passes to Riddle..she shoots...and scores. Ten points for Slytherin. What the--? Gryffindor Beater Denis Creevey saves Riddle from a Bludger to the head, sent by Slytherin Beater Vincent Crabbe. What a bunch of dumb asses!"

"SPIVEY!"

"Well, it's true Professor. And I've been taught that honesty is the best policy."

"Please keep the truth to yourself, or we'll find a new commentator."

"Grouchy old woman. Anyway, Finnigan's got the Quaffle now—he passes to Creevey—Creevey back to Finnigan—he shoots—HE SCORES! TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!"

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Diina was ready to ask Denis for his bat and start sending the Bludgers back to Crabbe and Goyle. Thank God for Denis. Without him, I'd be in the Hospital wing with a bashed in skull. She flew around until she found Draco.

"Call a time out," Diina demanded.

"What're you doing?" he asked. "You're a Chaser. Go score points."

"Call a time out or I'll quit. Then you'll forfeit the game."

With obvious displeasure, he requested a time out, then had the team gather around him. "Apparently Diina is having a problem of some kind. As I see it, there are two possibilities. One, she's got her thong in a twist, or two, you guys are giving her a hard time."

Diina reached over as though she was about to put her arm around Draco, then grabbed the back of his neck, squeezing hard. "My panties are none of your business," she hissed. "Let's see you wear a thong all day without complaining."

"So your thong is the problem."

"No, you dolt! Tell your goons to let me keep my head," she snapped. "When I get the Quaffle, they attempt to kill me."

"Crabbe! Goyle! Explain this," Draco snapped.

"You told us to"- Goyle began. Crabbe nudged him in the ribs. "I mean, we don't like having a girl on the team. Girls are weak, fragile. It's too dangerous for them."

"Ready to resume play?" Madam Hooch asked, coming up behind them.

"Yeah, let's get this over with," Diina sighed. Shortly after they resumed the match, Diina got the Quaffle. As she was speeding towards the goal posts, she heard Spivey mention something about the Snitch, but she shoved it to the back of her mind as she scored ten more points for Slytherin.

Diina would never clearly remember the next few minutes at the end of the match. Somehow, she'd ended up next to Harry (who'd caught the Snitch) when something collided with the left side of her head, throwing off her broom and right into Harry's arms. The edges of her vision went black as she looked into his eyes.

"Diina, are you alright?" Harry's voice sounded distant. "Just don't close your eyes." She wasn't sure how it happened, but it seemed as though Harry was gently laying her in a bed in the Hospital wing seconds after she'd fallen into his arms. As her eyes slid shut, Diina heard Madam Pomfrey mention something about a concussion...