Chapter 6

It was the day of the first Quidditch game. "Good luck, Peter!", yelled the whole common room after Cho gave him a long package. Peter opened it and had to sit down. It was a Firebolt! He had a lot of practice riding a broom, but never one so fine as this. "I think I better test this out.", he said, grinning wider than Cho was. Never before had Peter ridden such a broom so fast. The excellent adjustments were so sensitive that you needed a light touch just to take off, much less make a turn. It was an excellently crafted broomstick. His speed was increased so much he made five-hundred points using the technique he used to be a chaser. When he landed, Roger patted him on the shoulder, "Wicked Peter. I reckon if you do that against Gryffindor, then the game is in the bag."

Peter and the rest of the team went to change out. Peter was sweating so profusely, he decided to take a shower. "I'm gonna meet you in the common room, I'm gonna shower.", Peter said, grabbing a towel. "Okay, see ya.", Roger said, packing away his Quidditch suit. Peter went in. "Wait, Roger, isnt Cho in the shower?", asked Jeremy Stretin. "Yes she is.", Roger said with a malicious and slightly evil laugh.

Peter walked in and opened the door to the shower and bath room. He undressed and got into the bath. As he settled in, something hit him in the stomach, and bubbles rose from above his waist line. He watched as Cho sprung from the space in front of him. "Ack! Cho!", screamed Peter. There she was, standing there completely undressed and all wet, with a blank look on her face. "God Peter, if you wanted to see me naked you could've just asked.", joked Cho. But Peter was cowering against the wall with both eyes tightly shut. "Wait... No beating? No screaming at me?", asked the very confused muggle. "No. Why would I beat you? I love you.", she replied. She dived under and retrieved her ring from the center of the bath. "Well I think I'm all clean now, I'm going to go.", she said getting out of the pool and leaving, wrapped in a towel.

In the common room, Peter and Cho were making out on the couch like usual, and it was pissing off Zacharias Smith. He quickly gathered up his stuff and rushed to the library. "Woah!", said Roger, and coming in through the door, "It's either that time of the month... or he's had a tad too much sugar."

"Peter, lets go. It's time for the game.", Jeremy said, rushing out the door and hurrying to the Quidditch pitch. Peter met him down there and changed into his uniform. He flew to his postion and remained frozen to his broom. He was glad that Jeremy would be the chaser to catch the quaffle first for Ravenclaw. In the teacher's box, Peter could see Professor Flitwick cheering for him. This made Peter feel a little better. Color returned to his knuckles, which had gone ghost white from gripping the broom too tight. Lee Jordan used the intense voice spell to make his voice boom across the pitch so that everyone could hear.

"HELLO AND WELCOME EVERYONE! TODAY IS THE FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON AND OUR GOOD MUGGLE FRIEND PETER HAS REQUESTED WE PLAY AN INTERESTING SONG FROM THE MUGGLE WORLD THAT I FIND TO BE QUITE EXCELLENT! SHALL I PLAY IT?" Cheers erupted from the crowd. "THE CROWD HAS SPOKEN!"

Lee put a black disc into the CD player, put it to track nine, pressed play, and placed the Sonorus spell upon the headphones. Peter sang along to the lyrics as it played. The quaffle was tossed up and Angelina Johnson caught it and raced towards the Ravenclaw goals.

"I fight and it's unconventional! My right and it's unconditional!", sang Peter, who was soaring after Angelina, popping up in front of her to mess with her before taking the Quaffle, "I can only be as real as I can! The disadvantage is.. I never the plan!" Angelina somehow snatched it back and threw it at the rings. "GOAL! GRYFFINDOR TEN TO ZERO!"

"PETER HAS STOLEN THE QUAFFLE! OOH! NICE TRY FRED! NO PROFESSOR I'M NOT TAKING SIDES! OH! PETER MAKES THE SHOT! HE SCORES! GRYFFINDOR AND RAVENCLAW ARE NOW TIED!"

"Harry! Hurry up and catch that snitch! Don't be a gentleman! Knock her off her broom if you have to!", screamed a fuming Oliver Wood. To Peter's relief, Harry did not. Just then something hit him right between the shoulderblades. Peter felt his ribs crack and back snap. He sort of hovered there for a moment before dropping the Quaffle and plummeting to the ground, his vision blurring. He coughed harshly and he spat up blood. Then his vision was lost and he blacked out.