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A/N: Yeah. more story. Gwen hates me lol , You don't want to know why I'm taking so long.

Chapter 30: Crashing Games

Bludgers, quaffles, and snitches, oh my! Yes, it was time for the Quiddich game after the Graduating class had an assembly for proper etiquette and behavior when the time came to actually Graduate.

I wasn't the only one anticipating our last Quiddich game of the year. Hermione was pacing the floor as Ron tapped his foot furiously.

"We should head down now," Mione suggested, "If we want to stand in our normal spots.."

Ron nearly jumped off of the seat and declared, "We always get the seats no matter what you say! They're our seats!"

Lately, Red-head's been having some trouble coping with the fact that we're graduating. This causes him to act very snappy. Hoorah. Angry red-heads..How grand. (Even though I'm laughing on the inside about the whole thing.)

Reaching the Quiddich Pitch, Hermione dashed up to our spots. Thank goodness we got our normal spots otherwise I think she might've pulled a tantrum...Well, I might have.. The loudspeaker came on and a girl's voice was heard welcoming us to the last game of the year. I didn't really pay attention, but she spoke about this being the last game. The Slytherin team flew out into the field first, followed by the Gryffindors, causing us to cheer. Madame Hooch blew her whistle and the game began. My eyes followed Harry at first, watching him ready his broom for chasing the Snitch. Draco, on the other hand, flew around for a few minutes, stopping every so often to check for signs of the Snitch as well.

With a quick motion, our team scored the first points by getting the quaffle into the middle goal. Pretty soon the Gryffindor section of the Quiddich Pitch was doing the wave. It was so humorous!

"What's that?" The loudspeaker girl asked, "Harry has spotted the Snitch! Draco has also spotted the Snitch! Here they go, head to head, ready to do anything to win for their team."

Whizzing past the stadium seats, Draco caught up with Harry. They both chased the glittering, miniscule ball higher and higher into the air, and then swooped down towards the ground. Then they flew back up again. The sky was clear, blue as the ocean and cloudless as a genius' mind. We were sure to win... Harry had to be closer by the looks of it. The Snitch seemed alive, for it shot back and forth for a moment and then tried to disappear behind the seats. Draco had a plan, I could see it in his eyes from where I stood. He had a plan and was about to use it.

Harry swiftly flew behind the Ravenclaw's section and flew around near us. Almost hitting McGonagal in the head, the Snitch hovered for a moment and then went behind the stands again. Harry did the same to follow it closely, and he almost knocked McGonagal over with his broom. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Seamus and I glanced at each other to try and hide our giggles.

Focus now back on Draco, I noticed he was flying towards Harry head-on...He wanted to catch the Snitch by trapping it!

That was the point I had to open my mouth and yell, "Harry, Draco's coming towards you!"

Stopping short, Harry saw Draco charging closer and closer, nearer and nearer to the Snitch. Shaking his head once, Harry then darted towards the Snitch with all of his might..

Kapowey

Falling not only unconcious but to the ground as well, Draco and Harry experienced the worst collision ever. Madame Hooch and Madame Pomfrey came running towards the two guys and put them in a stretcher that had been on the sidelines in case of emergency. Hermione gasped, I winced, and Ron yelled bloody hell! As if nothing else could happen, the loudspeaker chimed on again..

"Well," the girl began, "Since both of the seekers are unable to play, we have to determine to game's winners by points only. Now, let's take a look at my scoreboard and I will notify the winners in a moment."

Anticipation built up.. A lot of scores were made by Slytherin not too long ago, and by the Gryffindors as well.. Who knew what could happen?

The girl on the loudspeaker announced once again in a cheery tone, "I figured out the winners for the last Quiddich game of the year. According to scores...Gryffidor has won by five points!"

And there it was.. The relief to be heard all over the school. We won once again. Even without Harry's spectacular Snitch capturing..

In your face, Syltherin!

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"So...Did we win?" Harry had come to at last, and the first thing he spoke of was the game.

Teasingly, Ron answered, "No.."

"What!" Harry couldn't believe his ears.

I spoke up, "Ron is lying. Don't listen to him. We won by five points. You feeling better?"

Nodding slowly, Harry responded, "Of course. Draco broke his arm though, but you know Madame Pomfrey can fix that."

"Unfortunately," Ron mumbled.

That was that.. Harry got up from the bed and we all went to the Great Hall for Supper. Sitting at our table, we struck up a conversation concerning the upcoming Prom. Hermione thinks there shouldn't be a student-teacher dance because too many girls would want to dance with Lockhart and a fight would start..

Oh yeah... Because I'm so wanting to drool all over a Poptart!

Then Neville suggested we all pull some sort of prank. Seamus added onto this and said we should all use polyjuice potion on each other to literally be someone else for a night. Clearly Hermione and I didn't agree with this at all. We both wanted Prom night perfect, or at least nearly flawless.

As we ate supper, I started to ponder again. Who would I dance with for a professor-student dance? I don't have a favorite teacher, nor do I get along with anyone well enough to dance with them. I guess I'll just sit that part out. Besides, I'm sure I'm not the only one who isn't going to dance with a professor. There aren't enough professors for everyone.

"Who are you asking to dance, Maranda?" Ron was pertaining to the professors' dance.

I said plainly, "Dunno."

"It should be someone you really want to have a good memory with before the summer comes along. How about Hagrid?" Hermione reminded me that it wasn't just teachers who would dance, but staff too.

"Oh yeah," I remarked, "I forgot. I probably will dance with Hagrid then. What about you, Mione?"

She smiled, "Professor Lockhart perhaps, and then Hagrid if we get to dance twice with the adults. I know I said daning with Lockhart is going to be tough to do, which is why I plan on asking as soon as we get in there."

"Great goin', hypocrite," Harry teased.

As if nothing mattered, our whole gang started to laugh for no reason. It was quite pleasant. Actually, I think we were secretly laughing at Hermione for still holding a tiny crush on Gilderoy. Oh well.. The chuckling was all in good fun.

Supper had ended, but Hermione, Ron, Neville, Harry, Seamus, and I stayed in the Great Hall until we got yelled at by Filch to leave. We had talked with Gwen too, but she had a project from Snape that was due. She told us that my class was receiving it tomorrrow. Yay... With my sarcastic self suddenly suffering from sleepiness, I decided to go to sleep a bit early.

My anxiousness slowly boiled in my body, realizing that the Prom wasn't too far away. I was going with Seamus just as friends.. This small wave of lonliness swept over me, slapping me in the face. Maybe this whole side of me that hated love was slowly receding...