"So are you all ready?" Harry asked his team.
It was the game against Hufflepuff. Hermione was up in the stands with Ron and Parvati and Lavender.
"Yeah!" the team cheered.
"But are you ready?" asked Seamus, "I swear, Harry, we might lose with that Richardson kid."
Harry rolled his eyes and everyone flew up to their spots. Harry caught his first look at Josh. He was like a miniature version of Cedric (Harry felt a electric feeling shoot though him, but not a good one, as he thought of Cedric) he was the kind of kid who looked like he was all about looks, but had the strength underneath everything…and determination. But he did look like a nice person.
"Captains shake hands!" called Madame Hooch.
Then the game began. Harry caught eyes with Josh, the kid smiled. Harry felt himself scowl for some reason. His first thought about the first year…total fake.
Harry stayed above the Gryffindor goal hoops, scanning the field for the snitch. Five minutes into the game and he saw nothing. He switched positions, closer to the stands this time. Three minutes later he saw Josh swoop down. Harry followed him.
But three seconds later he felt ready to throw up. Because he heard the words from the commentator,
"And Richardson get's the snitch! Hufflepuff wins!"
The stands were silent for a few moments. Everyone letting the fact that Harry had not gotten the snitch sink in…and then the Hufflepuff crowds cheered exuberantly. The teams lowered to the ground…the Gryffindor team was humble.
Harry's entire body was numb.
Never.
Not since he had played on the Gryffindor Quidditch team…never had he lost even once. Not once.
Well…except for when he had fallen off his broom in third year. But that didn't count.
"Good game?"
Harry blinked, and the sight of the first year Hufflepuff Seeker was standing in front of him, holding out his hand (the other one was holding the snitch).
Harry was a sore loser. He walked away without a single word.
"We lost," said Seamus in the locker rooms.
"I know," snapped Harry.
"I told you we might."
"I know."
The Gryffindors changed gloomily back into their school uniforms and then filed out. Hermione met up with Harry, holding Ron's hand.
"Tough luck," said Hermione, "Everyone told you that Josh was really good. He's a cute kid, though."
"Oh yeah," said Harry angrily, "Real cute. I don't think anything could make this moment better…or this day…or the rest of my life."
"This won't haunt you that long," said Hermione as they walked back to the castle.
"Yeah it will," muttered Harry, "That stupid, idiotic…"
He didn't say anything more.
"Blow off some steam at Hogsmeade tomorrow," said Hermione calmly, "Buy Ron some candy!" she grinned.
"Tandy."
Poor Harry...he lost!
Ah well. And NO, i'm not telling you who just said "Tandy". I'm not, I'm not...(puts duck tape over mouth and handcuffs hands behind the office chair)