Chapter Eleven: Bludgers

"Mr.Weasley, care to explain why you're robes are a very pretty shade of pink?" Professor McGonagall asked while she sat down at her desk.

"Well, you see my spell backfired and it turned my—" Fred started but was interrupted as Anna bursted in.

"Professor, it was my fault. I turned his robes pink," Anna said out of breath.

"Well, if this is true Miss Zambini you will be serving—"

"No, really Professor my spell backfired," Fred said sending a glare to Anna that said "what-the-hell-do-you-think-you're-doing?"

"My! Since both of you can't seem to make up your minds about who turned Mr.Weasley's robes pink, then I think you better both serve detention with me on Monday," Professor McGonagall said shooing them away.

"What the hell were you doing in there, Anna?" Fred asked as soon as the door was closed.

"George said that if you got one more detention you'd be expelled," Anna said.

"I think George just tricked you into getting detention," Fred said laughing, "He knew I wouldn't let you take the blame and with the information you had, you wouldn't let me take the blame."

"Oh, that little double crossing pig headed..." Anna said muttering under her breath.

"Let me guess; he was the one who got my clothes and helped you with the prank?"

"You got it," Anna said laughing.

"How about a little payback?" Fred said mischievously.

"I like the way you think," Anna said linking arms with him, "what do you say about..."

And down the hall the couple walked, arms linked, together.

"Fred, give me the notebook," Anna said outside of History of Magic.

"Oh, that's ok. My hands are better, I can manage," Fred said waving the idea off.

"Oh," Anna said sadly.

"What's the matter?"

"Detentions are almost over. No more late night talks," Anna said opening the door.

Fred spent the rest of class with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Fred, man, what's the matter. You look like you just won a million galleons," George said waving his hand in front of Fred.

"No, better. Much better," Fred said. "She said she was going to miss detention."

"So you like my sherade after you left with McGonagall?"

"Yeah, but I don't think she appreciated it," Fred said laughing, "I'd watch your back for a while."

"Hey, you can't expect me to help you prank my comrade without some tricks coming your way."

"Mr.Weasley and Mr.Weasley," said the Professor Binns sharply.

"Sorry," the twins said in unison.

"Now listen up everyone, this match is important, it's against Slytherin and it's the first match of the season. It starts off our momentum—"Oliver ranted on and on.

"Yes, Wood, we know. If we don't win," Fred said.

"Off with our heads!" George shouted triumphantly.

"Or I'll chop off something else too," Oliver said..

"Now, now Oliver, such talk," Angelina said laughing at Fred and George's pained expressions. The entire team quieted as they heard the warning whistle, which meant that it was time for the teams to come out.

"Remember, this is Slytherin. Keep an eye out for your teammates," Oliver said solemnly.

"We know," Fred said.

Lee's voice was powered so that everyone could hear him.

"Here's the starring line-up for Gryffindor: Captain and Keeper: Wood, Chasers: Spinnet, Johnson, and Bell, Beaters: Weasley and Weasley, and finally Seeker: Potter."

The crowd cheered waving their Gryffindor flags. Everyone was cheering except for the Slytherin's who were booing the players.

"And now for those blood thirsty, cheating—"

"Lee!" Professor McGonagall warned.

"Sorry Professor. Anyway, for the Slytherin line-up, it's Captain and Chaser: Flint. The other Chaser's are: Montague and Zambini, who happens to look dazzling in that uniform—"

"Lee!" shrieked Professor McGonagall.

"Thanks Lee!" Anna said batting her lashes.

"Anytime, Anna. Now for the Beaters: Bole and Derrick, Seeker: Malfoy, and Keeper: Bletchly finishes up the line-up."

Madame Hooch had the Captains shake hands although it looked more like the Captains were trying their hardest to break each other's hands, until Madame Hooch broke the two of them apart.

"I want a nice, clean game, from all of you," Madame Hooch said sternly.

"Players take their places as they await the sound of the whistle and there it is. Spinnet takes the Quaffle, passes it to Johnson, who quickly dives to avoid, a Bludger which, in my opinion, was intentionally hit towards her."

"We don't care for opinions, only what's going on," hissed Professor McGonagall.

"Just telling it how it is. Ok. Zambini takes control of the Quaffle and dodges a Bludger hit by one of the Weasley's.

"Oh, Fred, just wait until we kick your ass," Anna thought snickering.

"Damn, I missed," Fred joked. Even though they were playing Quidditch, Fred didn't really want to hit Anna.

"Zambini passes to Montague who nears the rings ready to score but wait! He speedily passes the Quaffle to Zambini who scores!"

Fred was about to cheer when George elbowed him.

"Sorry," Fred said laughing.

"Johnson avoids a tackle from Flint and scores!"

Later...

"The score is 50-40 with Slytherin in the lead and Wood blocks another shot from Flint. Passes it to Bell who makes it to the hoops but is shoved by Zambini and loses control of the Quaffle. Zambini regaining the Quaffle is now sandwiched between Spinnet and Johnson and then drops the Quaffle. Now where's the snitch? Wait, I think Potter's spotted it and there goes Malfoy following as always."

"Lee, for the millionth time," Professor McGonagall shouted.

"Sorry, and there goes Harry diving and meanwhile Wood blocks another shot by Montague. Merlin! Zambini's been hit by a bludger from Weasley and is slowly descending to the ground."

Fred flew down and caught Anna before she hit the ground.

"Oh my god, oh my god! What did I do?" Fred said.

"Move Weasley!" said Draco.

"Shut up Malfoy!"

The two started pushing and shoving each other.

"Stop it!" shouted Madame Hooch. She then conjured a stretcher and floated Anna to the castle. Fred started to follow but was stopped by Dumbledore.

"You need to continue playing the game. There is nothing you can do now, Mr.Weasley. You can see her later."

"I feel horrible, I didn't mean to hit her," Fred muttered.

"I'm sure she knows. Now why not get Gryffindor a win, shall we?'

And when Madame Hooch returned, Fred reluctantly continued the game.

After Gryffindor won the game by Harry catching the snitch, instead of celebrating in the Common Room like everyone else, Fred rushed to the Hospital Wing.

"Is she ok? What did I do?" Fred said huffing and puffing having run the whole way.

"Well, Miss Zambini got hit in the back of the head but luckily she is just suffering a slight concussion. She's unconscious for the time being but she'll wake up soon most likely," Madame Pomphrey said pulling up a chair for Fred.

"My fault, all my fault," Fred said putting his head between his hands.

"Now, now. It was just an accident."

"Is she alright?" Elle shouted entering the Hospital Wing.

"She's fine, just a concussion," Fred said.

"Oh, thank God! I thought she was dead!" Elle shrieked.

"Dears, why don't you all go to your Common Rooms? Don't worry about Anna, she'll be alright. Nothing a potion and some rest shouldn't fix."

As they were walking silently, Draco popped into Fred's mind.

"Where's Draco?" Fred asked.

"Exactly what I was thinking. I saw him get off the pitch and I figured he was coming here, but I guess not," Elle replied looking confused. "You like her, don't you? I mean you're the first one here and all and I see how you look and talk to her."

"Yes I do, very much. But it's not like she cares of even knows," Fred said shaking his head.

"Looks can be deceiving," Elle said winking and leaving Fred to think about what she just said.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed Elle's words of advice and Draco's disappearance, just where could he be:winks: So please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and I will try and update as fast as possible. Next up: A Dance! And a Hogsmeade trip! Yeah! Remember REVIEW and I'll be able to update faster! Love ya lots! Kaitlyn