This chapter I have had in my head for a long time, that's why it took such a small amount of time to get it on the net. Well, things are started to happen between Crystal and James, just enjoy this chapter, I have many ideas in my head now, so you can expect faster updates (I hope)…

Chapter 6 - The Match

These five days before the match passed smoothly without anything large happening.

On the day of the match I woke up with sore muscles after the hard training the days before.

I went down to breakfast and the whole Slytherin community was very supportive. I was pretty worried about screwing things up and making myself a fool in front of the whole school, and in front of James. But after a few pats on the back I became more and more confident.

I was doing Quidditch to have fun. Not to be stressed. So fuck it. I'd just have a good time.

The match would take place thirty minutes after the last lesson, and the players in both teams (hurray), could skip classes after lunch to practise.

So after a nice class of Astronomy I strolled out to the pitch. The sun shone, so it might be a problem.

Cissa (which is quite good at charms I might add) had taught me a clever charm. I would simply put on sunglasses and say an easy charm and they didn't fall off.

I took out my wand and swished and flicked.

"Affixio" I felt the sunglasses glue themselves to my head.

The first time I tried to do the charm Cissa made me try it with some dorky glasses that her great grandfather had owned or something.

And she refused to tell me the counter curse unless I would walk down to the common room and say "Howdy!" to everybody.

This time I knew the counter curse and before I could get into any deeper thoughts, my team mates walked up to me where I sat in the pitch in the sunshine.

"Hello everybody." I said brightly.

"No time for babbling." Lucius´ face hardened as he looked at his team.

"We have work to do The Gryffindor team will arrive any minute so we should get up in the air as soon as possible."

We all tilted our heads. He was right.

So I grabbed my broom, sat on top of it and kicked my feet to the ground.

The feeling of the wind in your hair, and your face and simply the ability of flying was more powerful than words could describe. And the training began.

Lucius made us fly through the goal posts on terrifically high speed.

Luckily nobody was injured, even though I was always secretly hoping, that for Cissa's sake, Lucius would hit his head in the top of the golden post.

The Gryffindors arrived soon after, and according to Hogwarts rules, two teams were not allowed to practise at the same time on the pitch.

But after lots of Gryffindor whining in our Quidditch teacher and the judge, Professor Jade, we were finally allowed to, as long as the teams would split the field up in half and half, and no balls would be released.

I noticed a few looks from my 'Knight in the shining armour' ('James in his quidditch robes') but I cooled myself down as usually.

After two hours of flying I was getting tired of sitting on a broom, and I wanted to save my fertility in case I'd ever want some children, so I'd better not sit like there for a moment longer.

Most of the boys had flown down ten minutes ago. I tried not to imagine how painful this long practise had been for them.

I walked to the locker rooms to get myself a glass of water. When I came out, James was coming out of the men's locker room.

"Hey there." He greeted.

"Hi. Are you feeling nervous?"

"You wish Parkinson."

"Ah, back to the last name stage now are we?"

"No… I like Crystal better."

"Thank you. James." He smiled.

"Are you nervous?"

"Well perhaps a little, but worries can be good once you're up there." I pointed to the sky.

"You're absolutely right. Maybe I am a little nervous."

"I knew it. I can tell." I smirked.

"Riiiight."

"Excactly. Let's get back out there. Good luck. Again."

"Good luck to you too."

We walked our separate ways to our teams.

After an hour more of practising we got into our locker rooms, when the game would begin we would walk out of them. I fixed my hair in a mirror on the wall in the locker room and my team mates grinned at me.

"I don't quite see the purpose in combing your hair before the game Crystal." Winston teased.

"No you're too thick. See, combing your hair is something that is one often does to make his hair look nicer."

"Interesting, interesting." He replied cheekily.

"Moron." I put my middle finger up in the air and let the other ones lay still. "And this" I stated "is something I do when I think some people should shut up."

"Okay, okay…" Lucius started. "We all know you hate each other, let's not lose our concentration here."

And ten minutes later we stood in the doorway waiting to walk out to be seen by the crowd, who was sitting in lodges towering over the field.

I heard the voice of the modifier, a boy from Hufflepuff named Harold Abbott.

"Hello everybody and welcome to the second match of the year here at Hogwarts. We would like to welcome the teams, Slytherin and Gryffindor."

Roars were heard and flags were waved.

The teams were introduced and then both teams flew up in the air.

The game began and the teams scored quite evenly, Gryffindor always had a bit more head-start, and that meant I really, really had to find that damned snitch now!

And suddenly it was there, flying over the Slytherin goalposts, after about thirty minutes of flying around in boredom.

I dived and I heard James right beside me.

The wind whizzed in my ears and my robes stood straight up in the air followed by my now messed up curls.

"And the seekers are off!" I heard the modifier say. "Crystal Parkinson seems to have spotted the snitch and James Potter is following her closely"

I ducked when a bludger came flying and almost knocked me off my broom. The snitch was moving as well and I saw it fly downwards. It was now right above the ground.

I flew until I was almost above it. I turned around to see James looking straight at me about a meter behind me. The gap between us was closing evenly until I suddenly dived, heading 90° down to the ground. I stretched out my arm and bent once more when a bludger came zooming through the air, sent towards me by a Gryffindor beater.

James was now beside me. He glanced at me with a glint of something that looked like fear in his eyes. We both had our hands stretched out and the snitch was hanging lazily in mid air a few inches above the grass.

I felt my insides boil when something inside me changed to super-Crystal mode, and I swayed my broom up to James' with enough power to get his broom a little bit out of the right direction.

But it was enough. I felt my gloved hand close around the small gold ball and the voice of the modifier rang around the field, I drew out my wand to get these stupid sunglasses the hell of my face, lifted my hand up and flew a victory lap and even did a trick I had been practising, a little twist in the air.

I was very satisfied to see the expression on James' face and a delighted Cissa catcall from the Slytherin stand as well as the rest of the people in it.

After brushing through my locks in the locker room once more, and receiving compliments from a few people, I went to a party in Slytherin common room.

I first took a shower though and put on some clean clothes, a short skirt and a tube top.

The night was wonderful, some boys had gotten into the kitchens, and had brought up many bottles of butterbear, fizzing cherry soda from Honeydukes (proudly served all from 1760), and some snacks and candy.

Some guys in fifth year had a little band, with a guitar, a tambourine and a small keyboard. The band sounded quite amazing and the whole Slytherin community (except for the teachers of course), 1st years to 7th years, danced and chattered all the time into the starry night.

Yes there you have it. She got bitchy and won the match for Slytherin, the way many Slyherin games are won. How did you like this chapter? Suggestions? Bad? Good?

Cheers.

Lady Of The Lads ;)