Harry and Ginny changed quickly into their robes. Harry helped plait her
hair, although Ginny had to re-do it five minutes later. The gold robes
looked fantastic, and Harry almost wished that they played in those robes
all the time, although the bright red across the chest seemed to clash with
Ginny's hair a little. However, this didn't stop her from looking like a
total hornbag.
Ginny pulled her Quidditch gloves on, smiling at Harry as he battled with his lacings. "You know, that gold really suits you, Harry. My robes are a little big, though," she said, pulling at the slightly baggy fabric.
Harry looked up at her and smiled. "You look amazing, Ginny. So amazing that I think I'll have to kiss you." He leant in to kiss her, but Ginny pulled away.
"God, I'm so nevous!"
"Don't be," Harry answered, trying to catch her lips with his. His mouth caught hers and he grazed his lips over it gently. She calmed down a little and smiled.
"Do you remember the last time we played Quidditch?" She asked slyly, grinning meaningfully.
"Yes, we won didn't we?" Harry answered stupidly.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I wasn't talking about our win, Harry."
"Oh, right."
"NOT LONG NOW, EVERYONE! THE TEAMS ARE ALMOST READY!" Dean's rather loud voice echoed around the pitch and brought Harry and Ginny back to reality.
"I guess that's us! Time to kick Slytherclaw's arses," Harry grinned evilly.
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Harry, don't you dare do anything stupid."
Harry glanced back at her with a look of utmost innocence. "Me? Do anything stupid? As if!" He smirked as he watched Ginny's expression turn to one of disapproval.
"I'm serious, Harry. Don't go beating up Malfoy this time. I want you in one piece for the holidays."
Harry smiled and ruffled her hair. "Gin, I'm kidding! I won't even touch Malfoy. Why would I want to do that anyway?"
****
"Ok, folks, I haven't much time, so I'll get staright to the point," Harry spoke quickly in the waiting room, giving everyone the low-down Captaincy speech. "Cho Chang and Malfoy will both be very aggressive, so watch them closely at every given chance. Godrey, try to belt them off their brooms whenever you get the chance, ok?" He nodded at Godrey and turned to the other Beater, Terrence. "Ok Terry, I want you to watch for Madga. She's tough as hell. I want you to try and control her as best you can. Godrey, you can just go for the Seekers the whole time. We'll all try our best to protect ourselves from the Bludgers on our own. Ron, Mandy, Colin-" Harry turned to them "-You guys are seriously great, just get as much of the quaffle as possible and don't stop for anything, then we shouldn't go wrong." Harry turned back to face the rest of his team, who were all fidgeting nervously. "I'm guessing that it will be rough out there, so be careful. Susan and I will both try to catch a snitch and that should be that. So if our talented keepers-" he winked at Ginny, "-defend us to the death, we should cream the Ravenclaw and Slytherin losers in less than twenty minutes. Now, guys, move out! Let's WIN!"
They all yelled "GO GRYFFLEPUFF"! and walked in the direction of the Gryfflepuff pitch entrance. Harry was glad that his talk had sparked confidence in his team, although he knew that this game was never going to be easy.
****
"And here they are everyone, the all-new Gryfflepuffs and Slytherclaws!" Dean bellowed excitedly into the megaphone. "They look absolutely bloody fantastic - if, of course, I'm allowed to say so Professor?" Dean had managed to score the commentary again this time. Which was surprising as he was very nearly banned in the last match "As you know," Dean continued, "this is a combined team game. It will not be counted for points, which is pretty dumb, but the winning team will get a gold trophy as a special prize." Dean stopped and looked down at the pitch.
"Right, Ladies and Gentlemen, Madame Hooch has just signalled, the players are about to come out. Give the Slytherclaws a hand. Here they come now- Malfoy, Chang, Morgan, Reynolds, Gangrin, Phillips, Spindle, Cleveland and Isaacs." The Slytherclaws raced out exceedingly fast and in turn, showed a great sucession of complicated twists and turns.
"Show-offs" muttered Dean in the commentary box. "Ok, you've had your fun, Slytherclaws, now get off the pitch! Its Gryfflepuffs turn to show how bloody fantastic they are!"
"Have you quite finished, Dean?" McGonagall barked.
Dean, bravely ignoring her, continued. "And here they come, the golden Gryfflepuffs! And don't they look spiffing?? This legendary team is lead by none other than Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, Quidditch extraordinaire, top bloke full-stop. If you ask me, Gryfflepuff have this game already in the bag! Oh, yeah, the other members are Bones, Maguire, Bently, Weasley senior, Ricketts, Creevey, Weasley junior and Norkin. Good luck guys!" Dean then proceeded to dog bark and cheer loudly into the megaphone. Professor McGonagall threw her hands up in the air in despair.
"Alright, Madame Hooche is in the centre now. One, two, three ... The quaffle's in the air, the snitch is released. The game begins!"
Harry cold hear Dean on the commentry a mile away and he smiled. Dean was great. It pleased him that he was a loyal Gryffindor supported and he was not afraid to let this slightly biased view shine through in his running commentry. Harry, of course, had his eyes peeled for the snitch. Three snitches were released for this game and Harry had to keep reminding himself this. As easy as it may have sounded, it seemed down right confusing now.
All of a sudden Rodney Reynolds came straight for him and took a swipe. Harry dodged out of the way just in time and spun quickly around on his broom. He looked back to see Reynolds smirking like a pig.
"Back off, asshole!" Ron shrieked at him. He turned to Harry. "Are you ok Mate?"
"Ron, you don't have to run for my defence, I can look after myself!" Harry replied. "Quick, we need you at the other end!"
Ron looked back in horror, as Slytherclaw scored the first goal of the game. "Shit!" he yelled, speeding up to the other Chasers.
"The first goal goes to Slytherclaw, they now lead the match ten- zero." Dean said, although he was not too enthusiastic about that.
"Stuff them!" Ron yelled to Mandy and Colin. "Stuff the lot of them! They're not getting anymore goals if I can help it!" And with that, Ron was off.
"Play resumes again, and this time it's Weasley with the quaffle! Yes! He then passes it to Ricketts, WOW, She almost got swiped by Reynolds too! Shit, Reynold's is a spastic! NO! NO! Nuh, still good, Weasley's got the quaffle again - yes, great pass there - SCORE! Gryfflepuff have caught up! Even scores! That'll show them!" Dean yelled.
And it didn't stop there. As Ron said, Slytherclaw hardly got a look in. with the help of Mandy and Colin, the three of them piled on another fifty points, and Slytherclaw only scored once. The score now stood at sixty to twenty, Gryfflepuff's way.
Harry circled higher and higher. He felt the wind pick up, hinting at another storm. Maybe not for another half an hour or so, which should give him time to catch at least one snitch. He couldn't bear to see what would happen if Malfoy caught both and won the game for Slytherclaw.
He turned to the left and at the same time, caught a glimmer of gold. Immediately, he tore after it, narrowly missing Morgan who turned around and swore loudly at him. He didn't care, he knew that if his team caught the first snitch, they would have a huge advantage.
The snitch ducked in and out of the stands, Harry almost had it when it took a sudden nose dive and veered to the right. Guess who was there to catch it? Harrys heart sank. Absolutely fantastic. Malfoy had the first snitch. Harry could have kicked himself, if it was at all possible on a broom.
"Looking for something, Potter?" Draco jeered, waving the snitch in front of him. Harry didn't answer. "Your stunned silence is very reassuring. At least you can't call me a cheat this time." Harry sneered sarcastically at him and flew in the opposite direction.
"Malfoy's caught the first snitch for Slytherclaw!" Dean yelled. "Bugger! Slytherclaw lead on 95 points, to Gryfflepuff's 60. Dammit, that first Snitch was Potter's! Godrey, knock that bastard off his poncy broom, would you?? Ok ok, I'm shutting up, Professor!" (McGonagall was glaring warningly at him).
"You haven't won yet, Malfoy," Ginny snapped at Draco from where she was defending the Slytherin Hoops.
"As good as done, I should expect," Draco answered in a cocky voice. "So, Ginny. How have you been keeping lately, my dear?" he mocked.
"None of your damn business."
"Ginny, but it is my business. I look out for you, you know that."
Ginny scoffed sarcastically. "Look out for me? Is that what you and your father call it?"
"Maybe," he said softly, smirking at her. "You know it was downright rude of you to walk out on our little ... engagement the other night. I for one- " Draco didn't finish his sentence. Ginny lunged at him, and her broom hit Draco squarely in the side of the head.
"F**k me!" Draco yelled, nearly toppling off his broom.
"And it looks as though Weasley's given Malfoy a bloody big headache! Good going, Gin! I must say, if I were Draco, I would have kept my yap shut. Ginny Weasley is rather infamous for her temper. I would know, I used to date her, and I -"
"Dean!"
"-think I'd better stop there, because I'm getting quite a few glares from various members of the Gryfflepuff team, including Ginny's current boyfriend, Harry Potter himself. Only joking, mate. Didn't mean a word of it!" Then he added in an undertone "Well, sort of."
Draco rubbed his head, glaring at the smirking redhead. "Bitch," he muttered, itching to slap that infuriating smirk off her pretty little face. He sneered and took off, away from her. Ginny smiled in satisfaction and went back to keeping.
"It looks as if Miss Weasley is not going to recieve a penalty for her behaviour after all! I wouldn't have given her one either, Malfoy asks for everything he gets." Dean took a deep breath and continued as play resumed. "Ok, Creevey has the Quaffle now. God, he's flying flat out. Bugger me, he's going to hit Morgan. Get out the way, you little freak! Nuh, dammit, he's hit her. They're out of it. No goals this time - wait! Weasley's picked up the falling Quaffle and is flying full bore at the Gryfflepuff goals. Come on Weasley! Get it in the hoop! He aims, he throws - it's passed Issacs - yes, keep going, Cleveland'll never get there in time! It's going, going - YES! Weasley scores! Another goal for Gryfflepuff!"
Harry whooped and cheered as Ron gave Mandy a high-five and the Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's went wild in the crowd. Colin and Magda were leviated to the ground as they fell, unconcious. Malfoy started fake clicking with an imaginary camera, pretending to take photographs of Colin as he fell, and smirking along with Rodney and Secunda.
"Ok, here's a score update. Gryfflepuff are steadily catching Slytherclaw, even if Malfoy fluked in catching the first snitch. Gryfflepuff are currently on 70 points behind Slytherclaw with 95."
"Harry!" Susan yelled from beneath him, "we need a snitch!"
"Yes, yes, I know," Harry said impatiently. "Susan, you take the left side of the Pitch. I'll take the right. We're bound to find at least one of them." With that, he flew to the right of the Pitch and began searching.
"So, Harry, how's Ginny?" Harry froze. he knew that voice. It was Cho's. Why was everyone turning the Quidditch field into some sort of social gathering?
"Fine," he stated shortly, without turning around to look at her.
"Why haven't you been talking to me anymore, Harry?"
Harry did turn around this time, with a dusgusted look on his face. "Why do you think, Cho? What sort of normal person hangs around with a Malfoy? And it was sort of hard to talk to you, what with you smirking and bitching every time I saw you."
"I can't help it. I'm jealous of Ginny," Cho murmered.
Harry regarded her slowly. "Why? You know we could never be right together."
"We could have been great together, Harry. But you didn't try. You didn't put in any effort at all. If you had put in the hard yard, we would have made it. But you were never that interested, were you? I knew from the start that you were a little - shall we say - preoccupied? Tell me - did you date me just to keep your mind off Ginny?"
"Uh ... no. Well, not in that sense."
"Crap on."
"Well, I didn't! I never liked her before I went out with you. I never thoughtI did, anyway.
"What's that supposed to mean? You didn't know you liked her, but you really did? Meanwhile you tried to get in my pants?" Cho asked angrily.
"I never tried to get in your pants!" Harry defended.
"Close enough. You used me."
"I never used you. And I never tried to get in your pants. I loved you, Cho. It's just not the same anymore. And you were never in the Gryffindor gang, with all my close friends.
"Oh yeah great, your friends! So, you think that just because I never fit in with your gang, you can just leave me!"
Harry sighed, "I'm gonna go now..., back to playing the game."
"Oh yeah, the game! Yeah, anything to avoid me! You've done a great job of that all term, why start being nice now?"
Suddenly Dean's voice echoed around the Pitch, interrupting Harry and Cho's fight. "Look's as if Potter's forgotten about Seeking in a heated discussion with his ex-girlfriend!" Dean burst out. "Wow, this is hot stuff, everyone look at Potter and Chang biting each other's heads off! The shit hath hiteth the fan."
Harry turned back to Cho. "Look, Cho, just leave it. I'm obviously not worth it." With that, Harry turned and flew away from her, back to seeking. Cho sighed in resignation and flew to the other side of the Pitch.
Suddenly, the crowd went wild, and Harry glanced down to see Susan advancing on one of the last two snitches. Harry kicked his broom into action and flew up right beside her for support. Malfoy came down after it from behind, but Harry pulled up short and cut him off, giving Susan a free go at the snitch. Sure enough, she caught it.
"YES!!" Dean shrieked into the megaphone. "Gryfflepuff have the other Snitch! They're in the lead now, and have only one more snitch to catch before winning the game! The scores now are 145 to 95, Gryfflepuff's way!!"
The cheers were deafening, as the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff crowd came alive with enthusiasm for their team. The Slytherin and Ravenclaws were doing their best to stay calm, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as the next five attempts at goal were brilliantly defended by Ginny Weasley.
"Fargin' Fantastic, Miss Weasley! Now, Potter, hurry up and get the last damn Snitch so we can go and Party! Uh, only joking, Professor. Anyway, get on with it, it's bloody windy down here!"
****
Draco was annoyed. His team were losing, he'd been bashed in the face by Ginny-f**king-Weasley, and Cho Chang was doing shit-all as a Seeker. He swung his broom around a searched for a glimpse of gold. Nothing. He glanced to the side and saw Potter searching for it too. At least that wanker hadn't seen it. The wind was picking up now, the storm was arriving. Draco was cold, depressed, angry and tomorrow, he was going straight home for the holidays to be with his f**kwit Father. Brilliant.
Suddenly, Terrence Bently came straight for him, smashing a bludger directly at him. Draco barely had the time or the distance to duck before it belted past his head. He swung back on Bently, ready to smash his bloody Beater's bat over his stupid head.
"Jack off, Bently!" He yelled angrily. His attention turned to that Rickett's chick, who was screaming down the Pitch with the Quaffle under her arm. Draco rolled his eyes and swore. Instead of doing nothing, he sped down to where she was flying and flew beside her. "Give me that f**king Quaffle, you little Slurry!"
"Piss of Malfoy!" Mandy yelled, ducking a bludger as she continued to fly towards the goals. "You're not even allowed to touch it!"
"Yeah well," Draco snarled, catching up to her again, "I believe I have the right as Captain, since my team is doing more pathetically than your sister in bed!"
Mandy stopped abruptly, and Draco had to screech to halt to stay with her. Her face was boiling with rage. Draco's face was twisted into a cruel smirk, but not for long. Mandy, holding the Quaffle in her right hand, threw it with all her might at Draco's face.
"Take the f**king Quaffle then, Malfoy!" She shrieked. Draco had no time to react. The Quaffle hit him directly in the face, and he fell backwards off his broom, out cold.
"Holy shit!" Dean screeched. "Mandy's actually done it! Malfoy is down, and outta here! That was superb, Mandy!! Poor old Malfoy is slowly being leviated to the - wait, forget about him, take a look at Potter! He's seen the Snitch, and is spiralling upwards towards it, closely tailed by Chang. If he catches the Snitch, Gryfflepuff will win!"
Harry was reaching for the Snitch. It was just above him as he passed the stands and shot his Orbit straight up. Nothing was going to stop him, this snitch was his. The wind blew his black hair back and his golden robes billowed out behind him. Up and up he soared, towards the dark clouds. Tear- sized drops of rain hit his face, but still, Harry remained focussed. He put on a sudden burst of speed and finally felt his hand close over the cold metal of the Golden Snitch. It was slippery with rain, but he held on. It was over. They had won!
"I don't believe it! Harry Potter has caught the remaining Snitch! Well, actually I do believe it, but that's beside the point. Anyway, Slytherclaw lost, Gryfflepuff have won by an amazing 125 points!! What an arse-kicking! Final scores stand at 220 Gryfflepuff, 95 Slytherclaw! Gryfflepuff win the Cup, let's go and party!!"
As Harry got off his Orbit, Snitch in hand, a golden mass swarmed around him, cheering and slapping him on the back. Hermione raced over and hugged him, Ron just about bowled him over, and Ginny kissed him lightly. Billy Norkin ran over to them with a large engraved gold cup which he thrust into Harry's hands. He lifted it up and held it high for all to see. The cheers were deafening from all the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, and Ron started to cry. Ginny beamed as she held the other side of the cup, and Colin ran off to get his camera. It was now the holidays. Everyone could relax and enjoy the win.
Ginny pulled her Quidditch gloves on, smiling at Harry as he battled with his lacings. "You know, that gold really suits you, Harry. My robes are a little big, though," she said, pulling at the slightly baggy fabric.
Harry looked up at her and smiled. "You look amazing, Ginny. So amazing that I think I'll have to kiss you." He leant in to kiss her, but Ginny pulled away.
"God, I'm so nevous!"
"Don't be," Harry answered, trying to catch her lips with his. His mouth caught hers and he grazed his lips over it gently. She calmed down a little and smiled.
"Do you remember the last time we played Quidditch?" She asked slyly, grinning meaningfully.
"Yes, we won didn't we?" Harry answered stupidly.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I wasn't talking about our win, Harry."
"Oh, right."
"NOT LONG NOW, EVERYONE! THE TEAMS ARE ALMOST READY!" Dean's rather loud voice echoed around the pitch and brought Harry and Ginny back to reality.
"I guess that's us! Time to kick Slytherclaw's arses," Harry grinned evilly.
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Harry, don't you dare do anything stupid."
Harry glanced back at her with a look of utmost innocence. "Me? Do anything stupid? As if!" He smirked as he watched Ginny's expression turn to one of disapproval.
"I'm serious, Harry. Don't go beating up Malfoy this time. I want you in one piece for the holidays."
Harry smiled and ruffled her hair. "Gin, I'm kidding! I won't even touch Malfoy. Why would I want to do that anyway?"
****
"Ok, folks, I haven't much time, so I'll get staright to the point," Harry spoke quickly in the waiting room, giving everyone the low-down Captaincy speech. "Cho Chang and Malfoy will both be very aggressive, so watch them closely at every given chance. Godrey, try to belt them off their brooms whenever you get the chance, ok?" He nodded at Godrey and turned to the other Beater, Terrence. "Ok Terry, I want you to watch for Madga. She's tough as hell. I want you to try and control her as best you can. Godrey, you can just go for the Seekers the whole time. We'll all try our best to protect ourselves from the Bludgers on our own. Ron, Mandy, Colin-" Harry turned to them "-You guys are seriously great, just get as much of the quaffle as possible and don't stop for anything, then we shouldn't go wrong." Harry turned back to face the rest of his team, who were all fidgeting nervously. "I'm guessing that it will be rough out there, so be careful. Susan and I will both try to catch a snitch and that should be that. So if our talented keepers-" he winked at Ginny, "-defend us to the death, we should cream the Ravenclaw and Slytherin losers in less than twenty minutes. Now, guys, move out! Let's WIN!"
They all yelled "GO GRYFFLEPUFF"! and walked in the direction of the Gryfflepuff pitch entrance. Harry was glad that his talk had sparked confidence in his team, although he knew that this game was never going to be easy.
****
"And here they are everyone, the all-new Gryfflepuffs and Slytherclaws!" Dean bellowed excitedly into the megaphone. "They look absolutely bloody fantastic - if, of course, I'm allowed to say so Professor?" Dean had managed to score the commentary again this time. Which was surprising as he was very nearly banned in the last match "As you know," Dean continued, "this is a combined team game. It will not be counted for points, which is pretty dumb, but the winning team will get a gold trophy as a special prize." Dean stopped and looked down at the pitch.
"Right, Ladies and Gentlemen, Madame Hooch has just signalled, the players are about to come out. Give the Slytherclaws a hand. Here they come now- Malfoy, Chang, Morgan, Reynolds, Gangrin, Phillips, Spindle, Cleveland and Isaacs." The Slytherclaws raced out exceedingly fast and in turn, showed a great sucession of complicated twists and turns.
"Show-offs" muttered Dean in the commentary box. "Ok, you've had your fun, Slytherclaws, now get off the pitch! Its Gryfflepuffs turn to show how bloody fantastic they are!"
"Have you quite finished, Dean?" McGonagall barked.
Dean, bravely ignoring her, continued. "And here they come, the golden Gryfflepuffs! And don't they look spiffing?? This legendary team is lead by none other than Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, Quidditch extraordinaire, top bloke full-stop. If you ask me, Gryfflepuff have this game already in the bag! Oh, yeah, the other members are Bones, Maguire, Bently, Weasley senior, Ricketts, Creevey, Weasley junior and Norkin. Good luck guys!" Dean then proceeded to dog bark and cheer loudly into the megaphone. Professor McGonagall threw her hands up in the air in despair.
"Alright, Madame Hooche is in the centre now. One, two, three ... The quaffle's in the air, the snitch is released. The game begins!"
Harry cold hear Dean on the commentry a mile away and he smiled. Dean was great. It pleased him that he was a loyal Gryffindor supported and he was not afraid to let this slightly biased view shine through in his running commentry. Harry, of course, had his eyes peeled for the snitch. Three snitches were released for this game and Harry had to keep reminding himself this. As easy as it may have sounded, it seemed down right confusing now.
All of a sudden Rodney Reynolds came straight for him and took a swipe. Harry dodged out of the way just in time and spun quickly around on his broom. He looked back to see Reynolds smirking like a pig.
"Back off, asshole!" Ron shrieked at him. He turned to Harry. "Are you ok Mate?"
"Ron, you don't have to run for my defence, I can look after myself!" Harry replied. "Quick, we need you at the other end!"
Ron looked back in horror, as Slytherclaw scored the first goal of the game. "Shit!" he yelled, speeding up to the other Chasers.
"The first goal goes to Slytherclaw, they now lead the match ten- zero." Dean said, although he was not too enthusiastic about that.
"Stuff them!" Ron yelled to Mandy and Colin. "Stuff the lot of them! They're not getting anymore goals if I can help it!" And with that, Ron was off.
"Play resumes again, and this time it's Weasley with the quaffle! Yes! He then passes it to Ricketts, WOW, She almost got swiped by Reynolds too! Shit, Reynold's is a spastic! NO! NO! Nuh, still good, Weasley's got the quaffle again - yes, great pass there - SCORE! Gryfflepuff have caught up! Even scores! That'll show them!" Dean yelled.
And it didn't stop there. As Ron said, Slytherclaw hardly got a look in. with the help of Mandy and Colin, the three of them piled on another fifty points, and Slytherclaw only scored once. The score now stood at sixty to twenty, Gryfflepuff's way.
Harry circled higher and higher. He felt the wind pick up, hinting at another storm. Maybe not for another half an hour or so, which should give him time to catch at least one snitch. He couldn't bear to see what would happen if Malfoy caught both and won the game for Slytherclaw.
He turned to the left and at the same time, caught a glimmer of gold. Immediately, he tore after it, narrowly missing Morgan who turned around and swore loudly at him. He didn't care, he knew that if his team caught the first snitch, they would have a huge advantage.
The snitch ducked in and out of the stands, Harry almost had it when it took a sudden nose dive and veered to the right. Guess who was there to catch it? Harrys heart sank. Absolutely fantastic. Malfoy had the first snitch. Harry could have kicked himself, if it was at all possible on a broom.
"Looking for something, Potter?" Draco jeered, waving the snitch in front of him. Harry didn't answer. "Your stunned silence is very reassuring. At least you can't call me a cheat this time." Harry sneered sarcastically at him and flew in the opposite direction.
"Malfoy's caught the first snitch for Slytherclaw!" Dean yelled. "Bugger! Slytherclaw lead on 95 points, to Gryfflepuff's 60. Dammit, that first Snitch was Potter's! Godrey, knock that bastard off his poncy broom, would you?? Ok ok, I'm shutting up, Professor!" (McGonagall was glaring warningly at him).
"You haven't won yet, Malfoy," Ginny snapped at Draco from where she was defending the Slytherin Hoops.
"As good as done, I should expect," Draco answered in a cocky voice. "So, Ginny. How have you been keeping lately, my dear?" he mocked.
"None of your damn business."
"Ginny, but it is my business. I look out for you, you know that."
Ginny scoffed sarcastically. "Look out for me? Is that what you and your father call it?"
"Maybe," he said softly, smirking at her. "You know it was downright rude of you to walk out on our little ... engagement the other night. I for one- " Draco didn't finish his sentence. Ginny lunged at him, and her broom hit Draco squarely in the side of the head.
"F**k me!" Draco yelled, nearly toppling off his broom.
"And it looks as though Weasley's given Malfoy a bloody big headache! Good going, Gin! I must say, if I were Draco, I would have kept my yap shut. Ginny Weasley is rather infamous for her temper. I would know, I used to date her, and I -"
"Dean!"
"-think I'd better stop there, because I'm getting quite a few glares from various members of the Gryfflepuff team, including Ginny's current boyfriend, Harry Potter himself. Only joking, mate. Didn't mean a word of it!" Then he added in an undertone "Well, sort of."
Draco rubbed his head, glaring at the smirking redhead. "Bitch," he muttered, itching to slap that infuriating smirk off her pretty little face. He sneered and took off, away from her. Ginny smiled in satisfaction and went back to keeping.
"It looks as if Miss Weasley is not going to recieve a penalty for her behaviour after all! I wouldn't have given her one either, Malfoy asks for everything he gets." Dean took a deep breath and continued as play resumed. "Ok, Creevey has the Quaffle now. God, he's flying flat out. Bugger me, he's going to hit Morgan. Get out the way, you little freak! Nuh, dammit, he's hit her. They're out of it. No goals this time - wait! Weasley's picked up the falling Quaffle and is flying full bore at the Gryfflepuff goals. Come on Weasley! Get it in the hoop! He aims, he throws - it's passed Issacs - yes, keep going, Cleveland'll never get there in time! It's going, going - YES! Weasley scores! Another goal for Gryfflepuff!"
Harry whooped and cheered as Ron gave Mandy a high-five and the Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's went wild in the crowd. Colin and Magda were leviated to the ground as they fell, unconcious. Malfoy started fake clicking with an imaginary camera, pretending to take photographs of Colin as he fell, and smirking along with Rodney and Secunda.
"Ok, here's a score update. Gryfflepuff are steadily catching Slytherclaw, even if Malfoy fluked in catching the first snitch. Gryfflepuff are currently on 70 points behind Slytherclaw with 95."
"Harry!" Susan yelled from beneath him, "we need a snitch!"
"Yes, yes, I know," Harry said impatiently. "Susan, you take the left side of the Pitch. I'll take the right. We're bound to find at least one of them." With that, he flew to the right of the Pitch and began searching.
"So, Harry, how's Ginny?" Harry froze. he knew that voice. It was Cho's. Why was everyone turning the Quidditch field into some sort of social gathering?
"Fine," he stated shortly, without turning around to look at her.
"Why haven't you been talking to me anymore, Harry?"
Harry did turn around this time, with a dusgusted look on his face. "Why do you think, Cho? What sort of normal person hangs around with a Malfoy? And it was sort of hard to talk to you, what with you smirking and bitching every time I saw you."
"I can't help it. I'm jealous of Ginny," Cho murmered.
Harry regarded her slowly. "Why? You know we could never be right together."
"We could have been great together, Harry. But you didn't try. You didn't put in any effort at all. If you had put in the hard yard, we would have made it. But you were never that interested, were you? I knew from the start that you were a little - shall we say - preoccupied? Tell me - did you date me just to keep your mind off Ginny?"
"Uh ... no. Well, not in that sense."
"Crap on."
"Well, I didn't! I never liked her before I went out with you. I never thoughtI did, anyway.
"What's that supposed to mean? You didn't know you liked her, but you really did? Meanwhile you tried to get in my pants?" Cho asked angrily.
"I never tried to get in your pants!" Harry defended.
"Close enough. You used me."
"I never used you. And I never tried to get in your pants. I loved you, Cho. It's just not the same anymore. And you were never in the Gryffindor gang, with all my close friends.
"Oh yeah great, your friends! So, you think that just because I never fit in with your gang, you can just leave me!"
Harry sighed, "I'm gonna go now..., back to playing the game."
"Oh yeah, the game! Yeah, anything to avoid me! You've done a great job of that all term, why start being nice now?"
Suddenly Dean's voice echoed around the Pitch, interrupting Harry and Cho's fight. "Look's as if Potter's forgotten about Seeking in a heated discussion with his ex-girlfriend!" Dean burst out. "Wow, this is hot stuff, everyone look at Potter and Chang biting each other's heads off! The shit hath hiteth the fan."
Harry turned back to Cho. "Look, Cho, just leave it. I'm obviously not worth it." With that, Harry turned and flew away from her, back to seeking. Cho sighed in resignation and flew to the other side of the Pitch.
Suddenly, the crowd went wild, and Harry glanced down to see Susan advancing on one of the last two snitches. Harry kicked his broom into action and flew up right beside her for support. Malfoy came down after it from behind, but Harry pulled up short and cut him off, giving Susan a free go at the snitch. Sure enough, she caught it.
"YES!!" Dean shrieked into the megaphone. "Gryfflepuff have the other Snitch! They're in the lead now, and have only one more snitch to catch before winning the game! The scores now are 145 to 95, Gryfflepuff's way!!"
The cheers were deafening, as the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff crowd came alive with enthusiasm for their team. The Slytherin and Ravenclaws were doing their best to stay calm, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as the next five attempts at goal were brilliantly defended by Ginny Weasley.
"Fargin' Fantastic, Miss Weasley! Now, Potter, hurry up and get the last damn Snitch so we can go and Party! Uh, only joking, Professor. Anyway, get on with it, it's bloody windy down here!"
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Draco was annoyed. His team were losing, he'd been bashed in the face by Ginny-f**king-Weasley, and Cho Chang was doing shit-all as a Seeker. He swung his broom around a searched for a glimpse of gold. Nothing. He glanced to the side and saw Potter searching for it too. At least that wanker hadn't seen it. The wind was picking up now, the storm was arriving. Draco was cold, depressed, angry and tomorrow, he was going straight home for the holidays to be with his f**kwit Father. Brilliant.
Suddenly, Terrence Bently came straight for him, smashing a bludger directly at him. Draco barely had the time or the distance to duck before it belted past his head. He swung back on Bently, ready to smash his bloody Beater's bat over his stupid head.
"Jack off, Bently!" He yelled angrily. His attention turned to that Rickett's chick, who was screaming down the Pitch with the Quaffle under her arm. Draco rolled his eyes and swore. Instead of doing nothing, he sped down to where she was flying and flew beside her. "Give me that f**king Quaffle, you little Slurry!"
"Piss of Malfoy!" Mandy yelled, ducking a bludger as she continued to fly towards the goals. "You're not even allowed to touch it!"
"Yeah well," Draco snarled, catching up to her again, "I believe I have the right as Captain, since my team is doing more pathetically than your sister in bed!"
Mandy stopped abruptly, and Draco had to screech to halt to stay with her. Her face was boiling with rage. Draco's face was twisted into a cruel smirk, but not for long. Mandy, holding the Quaffle in her right hand, threw it with all her might at Draco's face.
"Take the f**king Quaffle then, Malfoy!" She shrieked. Draco had no time to react. The Quaffle hit him directly in the face, and he fell backwards off his broom, out cold.
"Holy shit!" Dean screeched. "Mandy's actually done it! Malfoy is down, and outta here! That was superb, Mandy!! Poor old Malfoy is slowly being leviated to the - wait, forget about him, take a look at Potter! He's seen the Snitch, and is spiralling upwards towards it, closely tailed by Chang. If he catches the Snitch, Gryfflepuff will win!"
Harry was reaching for the Snitch. It was just above him as he passed the stands and shot his Orbit straight up. Nothing was going to stop him, this snitch was his. The wind blew his black hair back and his golden robes billowed out behind him. Up and up he soared, towards the dark clouds. Tear- sized drops of rain hit his face, but still, Harry remained focussed. He put on a sudden burst of speed and finally felt his hand close over the cold metal of the Golden Snitch. It was slippery with rain, but he held on. It was over. They had won!
"I don't believe it! Harry Potter has caught the remaining Snitch! Well, actually I do believe it, but that's beside the point. Anyway, Slytherclaw lost, Gryfflepuff have won by an amazing 125 points!! What an arse-kicking! Final scores stand at 220 Gryfflepuff, 95 Slytherclaw! Gryfflepuff win the Cup, let's go and party!!"
As Harry got off his Orbit, Snitch in hand, a golden mass swarmed around him, cheering and slapping him on the back. Hermione raced over and hugged him, Ron just about bowled him over, and Ginny kissed him lightly. Billy Norkin ran over to them with a large engraved gold cup which he thrust into Harry's hands. He lifted it up and held it high for all to see. The cheers were deafening from all the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, and Ron started to cry. Ginny beamed as she held the other side of the cup, and Colin ran off to get his camera. It was now the holidays. Everyone could relax and enjoy the win.