Chapter 5
*Cristina still sleeping; dreaming*
"Come on Andrew, join me. You too Oliver, I can't wait forever," I said, removing my shirt in front of them.
*Dreaming done*
"Where the hell did that dream come from?!" I asked myself, bolting straight up in bed.
I looked at my bed-side clock: 9:30 a.m.
"Great. I'm confused, but at least I'm up early enough to get ready and eat. I'll put my armor on in the locker room later," I said to myself.
I got dressed, putting on my tight, black bike shorts and tight, white tank-top. I always wear both when playing sports. I then slipped on some warm-ups, grabbed my wand, and left for a quick breakfast.
Reaching the Great Hall, I joined my fellow teammates and a few of my friends who were going to watch us practice, just for the hell of it.
After eating a quick breakfast, I headed down for our team's locker room to finish getting ready for practice.
"I did it again," I said to Bethany.
"Did what?" she asked.
"I left all of my Quidditch supplies in our dorm room. Accio Cristina's Quidditch supplies." With that said, my Firebolt, uniform, and armor came straight to me.
"If anyone asks for me, tell them that I'm in the locker room finishing up. I should be done soon," I told her, since she had already finished and was walking out the door.
"Yeah, sure. Just don't take too long. You know our Captain hates waiting for us," she replied, leaving me in the locker room alone.
I started putting on my Quidditch armor, having to put on my leg armor first, since that would be the easiest to do. With that on, I put my arm / hand armor on, which was a little more difficult to do. But I did manage to get it on. Then I had to get on my back and chest armor, which involves slipping it over my head and then fastening it on the sides, which is damn near impossible to do. It truly is a two person job.
Luckily Robin walked in at that exact moment.
"Robin, ¿puedes ayudarme por favor?" I asked her.
"What? I didn't understand that. Oh, yeah, I'll help you," she replied, seeing my slight problem.
"Gracias," I said, putting on my uniform after I was into all of my armor. "What were you coming in here for anyway?"
"Well, it's almost 10 and Oliver wanted ALL of us out there, including you. So he sent me in here to bring you out."
"I won't disappoint the team then, because I'm done," I said, putting my wand into my Quidditch robes and grabbing my broom. "Let's join them."
And with that, we were soon standing with the rest of our team, staring up at something in the sky.
I went up to Oliver: "What's everyone looking at? I'm here now, so we can get started."
Oliver looked down at me. "We have a problem to solve first: somehow the Slytherin team found out about our practise, so now they have taken over our pitch."
As if my presence stopped the world from turning, the Slytherin team flew down to greet us.
"Ah, I see that the lovely Cristina has come out to play now, has she?" asked the foul Captain of their team, Marcus Flint.
"I came to play Quidditch, not to lose my breakfast by seeing what you call a face," I shot back, causing my team to laugh.
"We had the pitch booked for our team today Flint," Oliver said, the fire in his eyes growing. "So you can just get the bloody hell off of my pitch."
"Or else what? Is your crappy team going to makes us?" he replied, laughing.
"In that case, maybe I'll give you a lesson. I call it 'How to make a guy sing.'," I said, handing Robin my broom.
"I'll do that, right here, right now," he replied, too stupid to know my warning.
"Sure," I said, as I turned around, my back to that foul creature. Then I let myself go. "Learn this lesson well, and I might not use it ever again."
Normally, I'm a well-natured person. I never lose my temper. Ever. There is no way possible to make that happen.
Before he could realize what I was doing, I let my right arm and leg do all the talking.
"Stomach, Instep, Nose, Groin. That's how I make a guy sing!" I said, making him double over in pain. But before I let him drop to the ground, I grabbed his shirt collar, pulled back my right fist, and let it slam his face, causing me to drop him because of the force I used. "GO TO HELL FLINT!!!!" I screamed at him. (A.N. If you care to know more about S.I.N.G., please do watch Miss Congeniality. It was quite helpful for writing this part.)
Ok, so maybe I was a little angry. But truthfully, I am the most aggressive player on our team, and the last thing you want to do is piss me off.
I just stood there, fists balled up at my sides, anger uncontrolled, and ready to take on whoever wanted a piece of me next.
But it seemed that I had made my point. The rest of the Slytherin team picked up their Captain, who was at the time out cold and bleeding very badly from his nose, and carried him away.
"Mission accomplished," I said to my team, smiling now while they cheered for me.
Our friends that had come to watch us also came over to celebrate. That's when they noticed what had happened.
"Cristina, your fist is bleeding!" Oliver said, pointing at my right fist.
"It's no big deal Oliver. That's what I get for punching the shit out of someone with a very bony face," I replied, not showing him the pain I was feeling from my hand.
"You can't play like this; here," he said, tearing off part of his Quidditch robe and tying it around my bleeding hand. "After practise, I expect that you'll go and have it cleaned up, right?"
"Yes mighty Captain, I will go and have it taken care of. Can we practise now?"
With that said, we were up into the air, darting around each other, working on our positions. It took me a few minutes to get used to holding my broom with a bandaged hand.
That was so kind of Oliver to do that for me, even though he'd never done that before. Maybe this time it was a little more important. I'm not quite sure.
"Now that we've gotten warmed up, let's throw the balls in and see how everything goes with them in here," Oliver yelled to us.
As he said that to us, Fred and George brought out the large crate containing the Quaffle, two Bludgers, and Golden Snitch. Then they opened the box and let them fly, except the Quaffle, which they tossed to me.
"I may not be able to use my right hand very well right now, but see if you can stop this anyway Oliver!" I yelled, aiming straight for the goalpost that he was guarding, laughing.
"Try your worst Cristina!" he replied, getting ready for my shot.
As I was about to shoot, I heard Harry yell from far above me, "Watch out Cristina! There's a Bludger headed your way! Move!"
I didn't bother to look from which direction it was coming from because I moved my broom straight up and toward the opposite end of the pitch.
"Thanks Harry. I needed that warning," I replied, after making sure that one of the twins got a handle on it.
But I didn't have very long to be grateful; I saw it coming back at me, as well as the other one.
"Well, I'm in some deep shit now, aren't I?" I asked myself.
I couldn't pull out my wand, seeing as how I needed my left hand to control the broom, since my right hand was basically worthless at the time. So I did the only thing that I could do:
"Help me out here! I can't shake these things! What good are you Beaters if you can't help me! " I yelled, racing toward the twins, hoping that they could take care of my problem.
But they couldn't. They swung their clubs at the Bludgers, hit them, but the Bludgers kept following me!
"I've got myself some rogue Bludgers right now. I can't take out my wand. My only chance is for someone else to stop them before I get nailed by one, or both," I said to myself, taking a hard curve above the goals that Oliver was at.
I must have polished my broom a little too well, because I lost my grip on that turn and fell off my broom. You never want to look down when you know there's a very solid surface below you. But I never hit the ground.
"Need a lift Cristina?" Oliver asked, turning around to see me. He'd caught me on his own broom.
"Sí, y gracias Oliver. I wasn't wishing to hit the ground this morning," I replied. "There's just one problem now."
"What problem is that?" he asked me.
"In case you aren't already aware of this, I have two Bludgers after me. And now you do, since I'm on your broom," I said, looking around for the two black bullets.
"Shit! I forgot about that. Guess we'll just have to outmaneuver them until someone can contain them, so just hold on to me," he replied, missing one of them as we spoke.
I had no choice but to hold on. I wrapped my arms around his waist and just held on for my life, because we were pretty high up. We did have to protect the others, so we just went above them.
I was looking around for the Bludgers when I saw something below me move. I know that the rest of our team was still trying to practise, but our team doesn't wear green.
"Oliver, I do believe that the Slytherin team is trying to get even with me by tampering with these Bludgers. I just saw one of their team members slinking away from the pitch."
"Damn! I see them. We'll take care of that as soon as we take care of this problem," he replied, taking a hard right to avoid a Bludger.
I looked down again. Andrew had come to watch us. He also must have seen what I saw because he got up and took off, wand in hand.
"Good. Andrew will get the bastard who did this," I thought to myself, smiling.
But I didn't have long to think about that.
CRACK! Another Bludger had entered the pitch and hit the front of Oliver's broom. We went into a dive, a very long one. I held on to him even tighter and placed my head against his back, fearing that I would fall off if I didn't. He tried to pull up from the dive, but he couldn't. So we hit the ground, hard.
I flew off of his broom and rolled against the goalpost closest to me. I couldn't move, I felt like I'd just had every bone in my body broken. Oliver was next to me, shaken up from the fall we had just taken. That's when I saw the three Bludgers where we had been seconds before. Oliver saw them too. He crawled over to me.
"Cristina," he said to me, ignoring the pain that he himself was feeling, "have you ever been hit by three Bludgers at once?"
"I have never been hit by three at once. And I don't care to, but it seems that I may not have a choice," I replied, forcing my head up to look at him.
"I won't let that happen," he said, putting himself on top of me so I wouldn't be hit, "I don't know what's going to happen, but I just want you to know…………..I love you Cristina."
I looked at him one last time before the Bludgers struck.
