Ginny waited nervously in the Gryffindor Quidditch waiting room, which was
where all the players waited while the game was set up on the Pitch above.
It was also a good time for their Captain to give his Speech. Ron was
drilling them with the most passionate pep-talk he'd ever invented, and all
seven players listened to him, shuffling their feet anxiously.
"These Slytherin's all be piss-easy to beat if we play the game right, my friends. You know what you have to do. It should be a knock-over, what with the line-up we have this year. Damned wicked beaters," (he glanced at Geoffry and Godrey) "The best Chasers in the school," (He grinned in Mandy and Colin's direction) "The Best bloody Seeker in the Century, and a fargin' good Keeper, if I do say so myself," (he winked at Ginny). "Also, I must add, you have a bloody talented Captain. Godrey and Geoffry, not meaning to put much pressure on you or anything, but you need to go for Malfoy. Knock that dipshit out, and we have the game in the bag." Ron nodded to himself and stood up properly, breathing in deeply. "Now we just have to wait for the ruddy whistle to blow."
Ginny glanced at Harry. He was leaning against the wall, looking calm and collected. She drew in a shaky breath, wishing that she was feeling as good as Harry looked. She knew that Slytherin were not as bad as Ron had been saying, but they were next to nothing without their Seeker, Malfoy. He may have bought his way onto their team in his Second Year, but he had certainly proved himself since. However, despite Malfoy's improvement, he hadn't yet beaten Harry to the Snitch. Not yet...
Harry must have noticed Ginny's worried look, because suddenly, from behind her, she felt his hand touch her back. Ginny sighed shakily and leaned into him, although not making it obvious enough for anyone to suspect anything. The whistle blew on the Pitch above them, and they began filing out.
"Good luck Gin," Harry breathed in her ear, and just had time to kiss her gently before the doors opened. The Gryffindors entered the Pitch like Gladiators to the cheers of the crowd. Harry gave her a sexy wink and pushed off from the ground. Ginny, blushing, pushed off after him and took her place in the air with the other players. Below her, Malfoy stood, arrogantly waiting to shake Ron's hand for the 'traditional Captaincy hand- shake'. He glanced up at Ginny and, smirking, ran his tongue slowly along his upper lip suggestively. Ginny averted her eyes from him and concentrated on Ron. He seemed very put out by the fact that he had to touch Malfoy's hand. The revolted look on his face said it all. Their hand shake quickly turned into an arm wrestle that had to be hurriedly broken up by Madame Hooch, who narrowly missing a punch thrown by Ron at Malfoy's head. Glaring, Ron backed off and jumped on his broom. Malfoy's amused, maddening smirk almost had Ron off his broom to have another go at him, but then the whistle blew, and the game began.
Ginny flew over to defend the Slytherin Goal posts. At that moment, however, it was the Slytherin Keeper who was having the work out, trying desperately to stop three moroon figures pelting the quaffle past him.
"Ten points ALREADY to Gryffindor!" Yelled Dean Thomas into the megaphone. Dean was the new Commentator, after being trained the year before by the legendary Lee Jordan himself. Dean had also picked up on a few of Lee's habits. "Ten-Zero, Gryffindor's way!"
Ginny clapped and cheered along with the rest of the Gryffindors. Suddenly, a Bludger came hurtling towards her and she ducked and missed it by a whisper. She recovered and glared up at Geoffry. "Bloody hell, Geoffry! You're meant to keep those things AWAY from me!" Geoffry smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry about that, Ginny," he called to her, belting the same bludger straight at a Slytherin Chaser. It narrowly missed his head.
"Piss off, Dickhead!" He shrieked at Geoffry. Before either Ginny or Geoffry could react, the Quaffle came sailing in a great arc towards the highest goal post. With a burst of speed, Ginny flew up, deftly caught and tossed it to Dennis in one fluid motion.
"Not bad, Weasley," Ginny heard a voice drawl. She knew who it was, so she decided to ignore it. Maybe he'd go back to seeking if she didn't respond.
"You know, you're not half bad looking, for a Weasley. I don't know about that red hair of yours, though." He half spoke to himself, as if he were examining a horse. "Red hair's never been my thing, although-"
"Then why don't you bugger off, if red hair is not your thing?" Ginny turned around and snapped. She cursed herself for rising to his taunts. Malfoy sniggered.
"Ooh, touchy touchy, Weasley. You certainly have a temper to match that hair of yours. Which is a good thing." He smirked suggestively. "With that temper, you'd be a right tiger in the bedroom, I'll bet."
Ginny's eyes widened in fury. "Well, you're never going to find out!" She spluttered indignantly. "So get back to looking for your Snitch!"
"I AM looking for the Snitch!" Malfoy cried innocently. "I thought I saw it around here."
"You mean, you thought you saw a young redhead over here who you'd sexually harrass," Ginny snapped.
Malfoy smirked. "Yeah, that too."
Ginny ignored his comment."Hell," she complained, "I'm not getting much action this end. Your lot a bit rusty this year, Malfoy?" It was her turn to smirk.
"I could give you some action, Weasley." Malfoy flew up right beside her, crowding her slightly. "Just hop on my broom. I'll give you the ride of your life." His eyes glinted dangerously, suggestively. His tight Quidditch pants did nothing to hide his excitement now. Ginny's eyes widened in fury as Malfoy's hands moved to her robes. She couldn't believe he'd try something like that, in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch! She drew back, angry and slightly rattled, and slapped him hard in the face, just as the megaphone rang out again.
"And it looks as if Malfoy may have found the Snitch! Up Ginny Weasley's robes!" Dean shrieked. "But he's gotten a right slap for it, I can tell you! I can see his face is glowing from here! Get away from her right now, Malfoy, or you'll have Weasley number six knock you off your broom! Or Potter, for that matter!"
Harry, mad with rage, was careering faster than lightning towards Malfoy. "Get your filthy, slimy hands off her!" He bellowed. Just in time, Malfoy saw him and ducked out of the way. Harry spun around on his broom, ready to kill. Malfoy was sitting lazily on his broom, jeering. Ginny was glaring at Malfoy, shaking slightly. She looked white and very shaken up. Harry was ready to bash Malfoy's head in when Madame Hooch blew the whistle and quickly flew up to them.
"Alright you three, what's this all about?" She asked sternly.
"He was bloody well feeling her up on her broom, the filthy perve!" Harry shouted.
"That's bullshit, Potter" Malfoy argued back. "She was friggin' well asking for it, the little tart-"
"Mind your tongue, Mr Malfoy," Madame Hooch warned. Draco went on, ignoring her.
"You should have seen her, or rather, heard what she was saying! If there's one way to lead a guy on, it's-"
"That's a fargin' lie, and you know it!" Harry yelled, shaking with rage. "You just wanted to try it on one of the only girls you haven't tried it on in the whole school!"
"At least I get some, Potter. Unlike you, Mr. 'I-couldn't-get-laid-if-I- tried.'" Malfoy sniggered nastily at Harry, when suddenly his expression changed, and he glanced at Ginny. "Or maybe you can get laid now?"
Harry's eyes snapped open. "Why you fu-"
"Mr Potter, rising to Mr Malfoy's taunts will prove nothing," Madame Hooch interrupted. Harry stopped, and calmed down a little, but was still glaring murderously at Malfoy, who sat lazily on his broom, the same arrogant smirk on his face.
"As far as I can gather," Madame Hooch continued, "What Mr Malfoy did deserves at least a Penalty shot for Gryffindor. Miss Ricketts!" Mandy looked up from where she had been trying to listen in on the conversation below them. "Take a Penalty shot at Goal." The crowd below cheered as Mandy took the Quaffle, ready resuming game-play.
"What?! Just a Penalty! He should be bloody well suspended!" Harry shouted at Madame Hooch. She shook her head, telling him it would 'only make things worse' and flew to Malfoy. "I'm warning you, Mr Malfoy, another stunt like that and you'll be off the Slytherin Quidditch team before you can say 'Hogwarts.'" Malfoy simply sniggered and went back to looking for the Snitch.
"Did you hear that!?" Dean's voice echoed around the Pitch. "Penalty shot for Gryffindor after Malfoy slingily tried to feel up Ginny Weasley. Of all the repulsive, dirty play, I've never witnessed anything as sly or as-"
"Dean!" Everyone heard McGonagall bark. "Get on with the match!"
"Sorry Professor," Dean said off-handedly, "And just like that, Mandy Ricketts throws that Quaffle straight through the ring. Beautiful shot there, Mandy, flew clean past him! But that's no wonder really, as Mandy here is on a WhizzBeevis 360, which is capable of breakneck speeds over short distances, and is second only to the two famous Brooms Potter and Miss Weasley are riding, the incredible Orbits, which-"
"Dean!!" McGonagall shrieked, "Get to the game right now, or this will be your last match Commentating!"
"Bloody Hell, Professor!" Everyone heard Dean argue. "I was just giving everyone some inside information on Broomsticks and their many wonderful functions-"
"I am NOT paying you to advertise Broomsticks, Thomas! So get on with what you ARE being payed for!" McGonagall yelled.
"So-REE, Professor," Dean said in an offended tone. But that was forgotten as everyone turned back to concentrate on the increasingly violent match.
Ginny circled her goal posts, bored. It may have been violent up the other end, but where Ginny was, it was deserted. The Quaffle hadn't even reached her side of the Pitch since Mandy's Penalty shot, and that was ten minutes ago. She tried not to think about Malfoy, or what he'd said about her. Was she a little tart? Was she just some sex for Harry? She swallowed hard, shaking her head. Then she remembered how defensive Harry had been. Harry did love her. She meant more to him than just sex.
"YEAH! Gryffindor score yet again! Sixty-Zero, Gryffindor's way! Bugger me, we're good!" Dean shouted into the megaphone, almost bursting everyone's eardrums, and earning boos and abuse from the Slytherin crowd.
Harry circled high above the game. He was still fuming from what Malfoy had said about Ginny. That son of a bitch. How dare he?! Harry had been far too angry and distracted to be searching for the Snitch, too consumed by the thought of inflicting as much pain on Malfoy as possible. He glanced down at Ginny. He knew she had been really hurt by the things Malfoy had said. He would go to her after the match and comfort her, tell her that he didn't believe what Malfoy had said about her, and about him.
Harry hadn't seen the snitch at all that game. But then he had to admit that, like Malfoy, he hadn't really been looking for it either. Ginny's brilliant red hair kept flashing before him, teasing his senses. It flowed behind her, making her look like some wild, untamed temptress. Despite all that had happened between Ginny, Malfoy and himself, his loins tightened at the thought of what he and Ginny had to 'finish' after the game.
Suddenly, a flash of gold tore his eyes away from Ginny's hair. Finally! The bloody thing, Harry thought to himself. He sped after it. Draco had seen it too, and was tearing away just ahead of Harry. All at once, there was a great commotion. The Seekers had flown right into the heart of the game, and before Harry or Malfoy knew what was happening, a great crack split through the Stadium, and Ron toppled off his broom and fell through the air, unconcious. Gently, Madame Hooch leviated him to the ground and blew her whistle to signal time out. After a quick douse of water in his face, Ron woke up, groggy and with a splitting headache.
"What the hell just happened?" He croaked out.
"Malfoy knocked you off your broom, Ron." Ginny told him gently. "Your head hit the handle of his broom, I think."
"Bet he bloody did that on purpose!" Ron tried to shout, but grabbed his throbbing head in pain.
"Ron! Ron are you alright?" Hermione came running to him off the side-lines of the game, and took his head in her hands. "What on earth happened to you? First you were flying around with the Quaffle, and the next thing we knew, you were falling out of the sky. I was so scared!"
"He was just knocked out, Hermione," Harry told her. "He'll be alright, but I doubt he'll be able play for the rest of the Match."
"Hold on!" Ron cried out. "I'm playing the rest of the Match! We're struggling as it is, coz they're playing so dirty, but with one less Chaser- "
"Mr Weasley, you will be going nowhere but perhaps the Hospital Wing." Madame Hooch told him sternly.
"But-"
"No 'buts', Mr Weasley. Dennis Creevey will be the fill-in Chaser. Miss Granger, if you will be so kind as to take Mr Weasley here to the Change rooms, and then on to the Hospital Wing?" Hermione nodded and took Ron under the arm, pulling him up as he winced with pain and touched his swollen head.
"Don't worry, Ron. I'll catch the Snitch and win us the game." Harry promised him.
"You'd better," Ron growled, and hobbled off to the Change rooms.
"Alright. Everyone, on your brooms and resume play!" Madame Hooch blew her whistle, and everyone flew back up into their positions.
"After yet ANOTHER disgusting display of cheating, flithy play by Malfoy, the game resumes!" Dean described to the spectators. "I reckon Malfoy might be trying to break the world record of the Most cheating in One match of Quidditch, don't you think Professor?" Dean asked rather boldly. "Only joking, Professor," he added hastily, seeing the look on McGonagall's face.
"Finally, a Slytherin in possession of the Quaffle. Somehow, I think the Slytherins will see a lot more of the quaffle as the game goes on, what with Gryffindor's leading Chaser out of the game. Instead, we have little Dennis Creevey to take his place, and although he is a brilliant Chaser, he is a little inexperienced, especially when it comes to playing against cheating scum like these wan-" Dean glanced at McGonagall-"These-uh- Slytherins, I meant to say." McGonagall glared down at him warningly. Dean continued as if nothing had happened
"Gavin Gangrin, a Slytherin Chaser has the Quaffle-no wait! Not anymore! Crap throw there, Gangrin, Mandy Ricketts easily caught it! You'd better do better than that! Alright, Miss Ricketts throws the Quaffle to Colin, who-- What the F**k!? What the hell do you call that, you cheating shits?!" Dean bellowed in outrage, "Did you see that everyone?! Malfoy actually threw-- yes THREW--a beaters bat at Creevey's head! He's out cold too! Well, out cold is a bit of a joke! Malfoy almost took his bloody head off! You son of a cheating bitch!"
Ginny watched in dismay as Colin was gently leviated to the ground. They were going down like nine-pins. She looked up and saw Harry just above her.
"Harry! Hey! HARRY!" Ginny yelled at him. Harry looked down and flew over to her.
"Yes yes, I know, I know. I have to find that bloody Snitch before Malfoy kills one of us." Harry muttered. Ginny couldn't help but grin slightly at him.
"Well yes, you do need to find the Snitch. Really soon." She pressed. "Besides," Ginny added mischieviously, "I want my favourite Seeker in one piece for 'later on.'
Harry smiled in delight. "Don't worry Ginny. Whatever happens, I'll still be more than fit for what we have in mind for later on." As she began to fly off, he called her back. "Oh, and Ginny?" She turned around. "I didn't believe one word of what Malfoy said about you."
Ginny smiled in gratified relief. "Thankyou, Harry."
Harry grinned at her and flew off, just as the whistle blew once again for play to resume.
****
Draco searched desperately for the Snitch. The game had been going for about three hours now, and it was raining and beginning to get dark. The players were all exhausted. Even he was, as much as Malfoy hated to admit it. Bloody Potter didn't look too good either, which he took great delight in commenting on. In fact, the only player in the whole stadium who looked good was Ginny. Her hair was plastered around her shoulders in curly, wet ringlets. Her moroon Quidditch robes were darkened with the rain, and clingling to her soaked body alluringly. He tilted his head to the side, gazing at her. He really wanted her. Ginny may be a Weasley, but she was a damned good-looking one, and Draco had always appreciated good looks. And a temper. And a challenge. He knew it would be tough getting Ginny to want him, and that was what excited him. He stared at her, at her dark, wet hair and her slim body. He imagined those slim legs around his waist, that curly red hair spread across his pillow like crackling fire. Her hands around his neck, her back arched, moaning, begging him for more...
A sudden roaring cheer broke through his heated fantasies. He looked up to see Potter doing a victory lap around the pitch, a tiny gold ball flickering in his hand. Shit. Potter had the Snitch. He'd beaten him to it again! Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin, and it was his fault. He'd basically given the game away because he'd been too busy perving on the female Weasley.
He sighed in frustrated annoyance at himself and his disturbing attraction to Ginny Weasley. Malfoy quickly flew down to the Pitch and jumped of his broom, striding quickly to the Change-rooms, and not bothering to wait for his dejected, drenched and devastated team. Slytherin had ended up losing the match by about 200 points.
He looked back at the Gryffindor team celebrating in the middle of the Pitch, and was just in time to see a soaked and sexy Ginny fling her arms around Potter. Glowering, he turned back in the direction of the Change rooms and swore. Why did she like Potter so much? Why didn't she like him? Every other girl in the damned castle did. Suddenly, a thought struck him and he smiled slowly to himself. It didn't matter if she liked him or not. He would have her anyway.
"These Slytherin's all be piss-easy to beat if we play the game right, my friends. You know what you have to do. It should be a knock-over, what with the line-up we have this year. Damned wicked beaters," (he glanced at Geoffry and Godrey) "The best Chasers in the school," (He grinned in Mandy and Colin's direction) "The Best bloody Seeker in the Century, and a fargin' good Keeper, if I do say so myself," (he winked at Ginny). "Also, I must add, you have a bloody talented Captain. Godrey and Geoffry, not meaning to put much pressure on you or anything, but you need to go for Malfoy. Knock that dipshit out, and we have the game in the bag." Ron nodded to himself and stood up properly, breathing in deeply. "Now we just have to wait for the ruddy whistle to blow."
Ginny glanced at Harry. He was leaning against the wall, looking calm and collected. She drew in a shaky breath, wishing that she was feeling as good as Harry looked. She knew that Slytherin were not as bad as Ron had been saying, but they were next to nothing without their Seeker, Malfoy. He may have bought his way onto their team in his Second Year, but he had certainly proved himself since. However, despite Malfoy's improvement, he hadn't yet beaten Harry to the Snitch. Not yet...
Harry must have noticed Ginny's worried look, because suddenly, from behind her, she felt his hand touch her back. Ginny sighed shakily and leaned into him, although not making it obvious enough for anyone to suspect anything. The whistle blew on the Pitch above them, and they began filing out.
"Good luck Gin," Harry breathed in her ear, and just had time to kiss her gently before the doors opened. The Gryffindors entered the Pitch like Gladiators to the cheers of the crowd. Harry gave her a sexy wink and pushed off from the ground. Ginny, blushing, pushed off after him and took her place in the air with the other players. Below her, Malfoy stood, arrogantly waiting to shake Ron's hand for the 'traditional Captaincy hand- shake'. He glanced up at Ginny and, smirking, ran his tongue slowly along his upper lip suggestively. Ginny averted her eyes from him and concentrated on Ron. He seemed very put out by the fact that he had to touch Malfoy's hand. The revolted look on his face said it all. Their hand shake quickly turned into an arm wrestle that had to be hurriedly broken up by Madame Hooch, who narrowly missing a punch thrown by Ron at Malfoy's head. Glaring, Ron backed off and jumped on his broom. Malfoy's amused, maddening smirk almost had Ron off his broom to have another go at him, but then the whistle blew, and the game began.
Ginny flew over to defend the Slytherin Goal posts. At that moment, however, it was the Slytherin Keeper who was having the work out, trying desperately to stop three moroon figures pelting the quaffle past him.
"Ten points ALREADY to Gryffindor!" Yelled Dean Thomas into the megaphone. Dean was the new Commentator, after being trained the year before by the legendary Lee Jordan himself. Dean had also picked up on a few of Lee's habits. "Ten-Zero, Gryffindor's way!"
Ginny clapped and cheered along with the rest of the Gryffindors. Suddenly, a Bludger came hurtling towards her and she ducked and missed it by a whisper. She recovered and glared up at Geoffry. "Bloody hell, Geoffry! You're meant to keep those things AWAY from me!" Geoffry smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry about that, Ginny," he called to her, belting the same bludger straight at a Slytherin Chaser. It narrowly missed his head.
"Piss off, Dickhead!" He shrieked at Geoffry. Before either Ginny or Geoffry could react, the Quaffle came sailing in a great arc towards the highest goal post. With a burst of speed, Ginny flew up, deftly caught and tossed it to Dennis in one fluid motion.
"Not bad, Weasley," Ginny heard a voice drawl. She knew who it was, so she decided to ignore it. Maybe he'd go back to seeking if she didn't respond.
"You know, you're not half bad looking, for a Weasley. I don't know about that red hair of yours, though." He half spoke to himself, as if he were examining a horse. "Red hair's never been my thing, although-"
"Then why don't you bugger off, if red hair is not your thing?" Ginny turned around and snapped. She cursed herself for rising to his taunts. Malfoy sniggered.
"Ooh, touchy touchy, Weasley. You certainly have a temper to match that hair of yours. Which is a good thing." He smirked suggestively. "With that temper, you'd be a right tiger in the bedroom, I'll bet."
Ginny's eyes widened in fury. "Well, you're never going to find out!" She spluttered indignantly. "So get back to looking for your Snitch!"
"I AM looking for the Snitch!" Malfoy cried innocently. "I thought I saw it around here."
"You mean, you thought you saw a young redhead over here who you'd sexually harrass," Ginny snapped.
Malfoy smirked. "Yeah, that too."
Ginny ignored his comment."Hell," she complained, "I'm not getting much action this end. Your lot a bit rusty this year, Malfoy?" It was her turn to smirk.
"I could give you some action, Weasley." Malfoy flew up right beside her, crowding her slightly. "Just hop on my broom. I'll give you the ride of your life." His eyes glinted dangerously, suggestively. His tight Quidditch pants did nothing to hide his excitement now. Ginny's eyes widened in fury as Malfoy's hands moved to her robes. She couldn't believe he'd try something like that, in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch! She drew back, angry and slightly rattled, and slapped him hard in the face, just as the megaphone rang out again.
"And it looks as if Malfoy may have found the Snitch! Up Ginny Weasley's robes!" Dean shrieked. "But he's gotten a right slap for it, I can tell you! I can see his face is glowing from here! Get away from her right now, Malfoy, or you'll have Weasley number six knock you off your broom! Or Potter, for that matter!"
Harry, mad with rage, was careering faster than lightning towards Malfoy. "Get your filthy, slimy hands off her!" He bellowed. Just in time, Malfoy saw him and ducked out of the way. Harry spun around on his broom, ready to kill. Malfoy was sitting lazily on his broom, jeering. Ginny was glaring at Malfoy, shaking slightly. She looked white and very shaken up. Harry was ready to bash Malfoy's head in when Madame Hooch blew the whistle and quickly flew up to them.
"Alright you three, what's this all about?" She asked sternly.
"He was bloody well feeling her up on her broom, the filthy perve!" Harry shouted.
"That's bullshit, Potter" Malfoy argued back. "She was friggin' well asking for it, the little tart-"
"Mind your tongue, Mr Malfoy," Madame Hooch warned. Draco went on, ignoring her.
"You should have seen her, or rather, heard what she was saying! If there's one way to lead a guy on, it's-"
"That's a fargin' lie, and you know it!" Harry yelled, shaking with rage. "You just wanted to try it on one of the only girls you haven't tried it on in the whole school!"
"At least I get some, Potter. Unlike you, Mr. 'I-couldn't-get-laid-if-I- tried.'" Malfoy sniggered nastily at Harry, when suddenly his expression changed, and he glanced at Ginny. "Or maybe you can get laid now?"
Harry's eyes snapped open. "Why you fu-"
"Mr Potter, rising to Mr Malfoy's taunts will prove nothing," Madame Hooch interrupted. Harry stopped, and calmed down a little, but was still glaring murderously at Malfoy, who sat lazily on his broom, the same arrogant smirk on his face.
"As far as I can gather," Madame Hooch continued, "What Mr Malfoy did deserves at least a Penalty shot for Gryffindor. Miss Ricketts!" Mandy looked up from where she had been trying to listen in on the conversation below them. "Take a Penalty shot at Goal." The crowd below cheered as Mandy took the Quaffle, ready resuming game-play.
"What?! Just a Penalty! He should be bloody well suspended!" Harry shouted at Madame Hooch. She shook her head, telling him it would 'only make things worse' and flew to Malfoy. "I'm warning you, Mr Malfoy, another stunt like that and you'll be off the Slytherin Quidditch team before you can say 'Hogwarts.'" Malfoy simply sniggered and went back to looking for the Snitch.
"Did you hear that!?" Dean's voice echoed around the Pitch. "Penalty shot for Gryffindor after Malfoy slingily tried to feel up Ginny Weasley. Of all the repulsive, dirty play, I've never witnessed anything as sly or as-"
"Dean!" Everyone heard McGonagall bark. "Get on with the match!"
"Sorry Professor," Dean said off-handedly, "And just like that, Mandy Ricketts throws that Quaffle straight through the ring. Beautiful shot there, Mandy, flew clean past him! But that's no wonder really, as Mandy here is on a WhizzBeevis 360, which is capable of breakneck speeds over short distances, and is second only to the two famous Brooms Potter and Miss Weasley are riding, the incredible Orbits, which-"
"Dean!!" McGonagall shrieked, "Get to the game right now, or this will be your last match Commentating!"
"Bloody Hell, Professor!" Everyone heard Dean argue. "I was just giving everyone some inside information on Broomsticks and their many wonderful functions-"
"I am NOT paying you to advertise Broomsticks, Thomas! So get on with what you ARE being payed for!" McGonagall yelled.
"So-REE, Professor," Dean said in an offended tone. But that was forgotten as everyone turned back to concentrate on the increasingly violent match.
Ginny circled her goal posts, bored. It may have been violent up the other end, but where Ginny was, it was deserted. The Quaffle hadn't even reached her side of the Pitch since Mandy's Penalty shot, and that was ten minutes ago. She tried not to think about Malfoy, or what he'd said about her. Was she a little tart? Was she just some sex for Harry? She swallowed hard, shaking her head. Then she remembered how defensive Harry had been. Harry did love her. She meant more to him than just sex.
"YEAH! Gryffindor score yet again! Sixty-Zero, Gryffindor's way! Bugger me, we're good!" Dean shouted into the megaphone, almost bursting everyone's eardrums, and earning boos and abuse from the Slytherin crowd.
Harry circled high above the game. He was still fuming from what Malfoy had said about Ginny. That son of a bitch. How dare he?! Harry had been far too angry and distracted to be searching for the Snitch, too consumed by the thought of inflicting as much pain on Malfoy as possible. He glanced down at Ginny. He knew she had been really hurt by the things Malfoy had said. He would go to her after the match and comfort her, tell her that he didn't believe what Malfoy had said about her, and about him.
Harry hadn't seen the snitch at all that game. But then he had to admit that, like Malfoy, he hadn't really been looking for it either. Ginny's brilliant red hair kept flashing before him, teasing his senses. It flowed behind her, making her look like some wild, untamed temptress. Despite all that had happened between Ginny, Malfoy and himself, his loins tightened at the thought of what he and Ginny had to 'finish' after the game.
Suddenly, a flash of gold tore his eyes away from Ginny's hair. Finally! The bloody thing, Harry thought to himself. He sped after it. Draco had seen it too, and was tearing away just ahead of Harry. All at once, there was a great commotion. The Seekers had flown right into the heart of the game, and before Harry or Malfoy knew what was happening, a great crack split through the Stadium, and Ron toppled off his broom and fell through the air, unconcious. Gently, Madame Hooch leviated him to the ground and blew her whistle to signal time out. After a quick douse of water in his face, Ron woke up, groggy and with a splitting headache.
"What the hell just happened?" He croaked out.
"Malfoy knocked you off your broom, Ron." Ginny told him gently. "Your head hit the handle of his broom, I think."
"Bet he bloody did that on purpose!" Ron tried to shout, but grabbed his throbbing head in pain.
"Ron! Ron are you alright?" Hermione came running to him off the side-lines of the game, and took his head in her hands. "What on earth happened to you? First you were flying around with the Quaffle, and the next thing we knew, you were falling out of the sky. I was so scared!"
"He was just knocked out, Hermione," Harry told her. "He'll be alright, but I doubt he'll be able play for the rest of the Match."
"Hold on!" Ron cried out. "I'm playing the rest of the Match! We're struggling as it is, coz they're playing so dirty, but with one less Chaser- "
"Mr Weasley, you will be going nowhere but perhaps the Hospital Wing." Madame Hooch told him sternly.
"But-"
"No 'buts', Mr Weasley. Dennis Creevey will be the fill-in Chaser. Miss Granger, if you will be so kind as to take Mr Weasley here to the Change rooms, and then on to the Hospital Wing?" Hermione nodded and took Ron under the arm, pulling him up as he winced with pain and touched his swollen head.
"Don't worry, Ron. I'll catch the Snitch and win us the game." Harry promised him.
"You'd better," Ron growled, and hobbled off to the Change rooms.
"Alright. Everyone, on your brooms and resume play!" Madame Hooch blew her whistle, and everyone flew back up into their positions.
"After yet ANOTHER disgusting display of cheating, flithy play by Malfoy, the game resumes!" Dean described to the spectators. "I reckon Malfoy might be trying to break the world record of the Most cheating in One match of Quidditch, don't you think Professor?" Dean asked rather boldly. "Only joking, Professor," he added hastily, seeing the look on McGonagall's face.
"Finally, a Slytherin in possession of the Quaffle. Somehow, I think the Slytherins will see a lot more of the quaffle as the game goes on, what with Gryffindor's leading Chaser out of the game. Instead, we have little Dennis Creevey to take his place, and although he is a brilliant Chaser, he is a little inexperienced, especially when it comes to playing against cheating scum like these wan-" Dean glanced at McGonagall-"These-uh- Slytherins, I meant to say." McGonagall glared down at him warningly. Dean continued as if nothing had happened
"Gavin Gangrin, a Slytherin Chaser has the Quaffle-no wait! Not anymore! Crap throw there, Gangrin, Mandy Ricketts easily caught it! You'd better do better than that! Alright, Miss Ricketts throws the Quaffle to Colin, who-- What the F**k!? What the hell do you call that, you cheating shits?!" Dean bellowed in outrage, "Did you see that everyone?! Malfoy actually threw-- yes THREW--a beaters bat at Creevey's head! He's out cold too! Well, out cold is a bit of a joke! Malfoy almost took his bloody head off! You son of a cheating bitch!"
Ginny watched in dismay as Colin was gently leviated to the ground. They were going down like nine-pins. She looked up and saw Harry just above her.
"Harry! Hey! HARRY!" Ginny yelled at him. Harry looked down and flew over to her.
"Yes yes, I know, I know. I have to find that bloody Snitch before Malfoy kills one of us." Harry muttered. Ginny couldn't help but grin slightly at him.
"Well yes, you do need to find the Snitch. Really soon." She pressed. "Besides," Ginny added mischieviously, "I want my favourite Seeker in one piece for 'later on.'
Harry smiled in delight. "Don't worry Ginny. Whatever happens, I'll still be more than fit for what we have in mind for later on." As she began to fly off, he called her back. "Oh, and Ginny?" She turned around. "I didn't believe one word of what Malfoy said about you."
Ginny smiled in gratified relief. "Thankyou, Harry."
Harry grinned at her and flew off, just as the whistle blew once again for play to resume.
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Draco searched desperately for the Snitch. The game had been going for about three hours now, and it was raining and beginning to get dark. The players were all exhausted. Even he was, as much as Malfoy hated to admit it. Bloody Potter didn't look too good either, which he took great delight in commenting on. In fact, the only player in the whole stadium who looked good was Ginny. Her hair was plastered around her shoulders in curly, wet ringlets. Her moroon Quidditch robes were darkened with the rain, and clingling to her soaked body alluringly. He tilted his head to the side, gazing at her. He really wanted her. Ginny may be a Weasley, but she was a damned good-looking one, and Draco had always appreciated good looks. And a temper. And a challenge. He knew it would be tough getting Ginny to want him, and that was what excited him. He stared at her, at her dark, wet hair and her slim body. He imagined those slim legs around his waist, that curly red hair spread across his pillow like crackling fire. Her hands around his neck, her back arched, moaning, begging him for more...
A sudden roaring cheer broke through his heated fantasies. He looked up to see Potter doing a victory lap around the pitch, a tiny gold ball flickering in his hand. Shit. Potter had the Snitch. He'd beaten him to it again! Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin, and it was his fault. He'd basically given the game away because he'd been too busy perving on the female Weasley.
He sighed in frustrated annoyance at himself and his disturbing attraction to Ginny Weasley. Malfoy quickly flew down to the Pitch and jumped of his broom, striding quickly to the Change-rooms, and not bothering to wait for his dejected, drenched and devastated team. Slytherin had ended up losing the match by about 200 points.
He looked back at the Gryffindor team celebrating in the middle of the Pitch, and was just in time to see a soaked and sexy Ginny fling her arms around Potter. Glowering, he turned back in the direction of the Change rooms and swore. Why did she like Potter so much? Why didn't she like him? Every other girl in the damned castle did. Suddenly, a thought struck him and he smiled slowly to himself. It didn't matter if she liked him or not. He would have her anyway.