Quidditch Forever

Disclaimer – JK Rowling owns Harry not me I wish I did then I'd be rich and have a fan club! Sweet! Anyway, enough of my impossible dreams, this story is my creation but just another run-off from JK's wonderful work.

Chapter One – The Miraculous Stunt

Harry Potter grunted his teeth and shielded his eyes from the burning sun as he flew in circles on his beloved Firebolt searching desperately for the snitch. Slytherin were slaughtering them at the moment, two hundred and thirty to eighty. He had to catch the snitch to get back any respectability that his team had.

'What a poor effort from Ginny Weasley,' came Luna Lovegood's voice from the overhead speaker phone, who had replaced Lee Jordan's spot at the mic, 'I am good friend of hers and that shot at goal is going to be mentioned a few times this week-'

'Luna, please, stick to the game!' came Professor McGonagall's voice.

'OK Professor, sorry, and Gryffindor get the ball back,' Luna's voice said, 'Ginny's attempting to consolidate with that poor previous effort and… oh no look out! Ouch! That must have hurt!'

Harry heard a loud cracking noise and echoed boos from the Gryffindor crowd; naturally he turned on his broom and looked up the other end of the pitch. Ginny had fallen from her broom and landed quite heavily onto the turf below; blood was pouring down her Gryffindor robes and her arm was at an angle. Madam Hooch blew her whistle furiously and flew down to a Slytherin Chaser whose hand was suddenly bruised.

'That's a foul!' Hooch roared, pulling out a card.

'Yes and so it better be,' came Luna's voice, 'and I think Vaisey there is trying to explain she flew into his hand… better luck next time.'

Harry's heart leapt; not because Ginny was being air lifted from the arena in a mess leaving Gryffindor a chaser down, not because Vaisey had been shown a card, set off meaning even players again, not because Malfoy was yelling at him about how pathetic his team was nor the fact that his team were one hundred and fifty points down. It was because his chaser Demelza Robbins had put through a goal to make them one hundred and forty points down just as he had spotted the snitch, wouldn't you know it, right under Malfoy's nose.

'And that gives Gryffindor there ninth goal,' Luna bellowed, 'but far away yet, Slytherin lead two hundred and thirty to ninety. Here come Slytherin again!'

Harry had to be quick, he kicked at his Firebolt and headed straight for Malfoy who stopped yelling suddenly and had a frightened look on his face.

'And look there!' came Luna's voice, 'has Harry spotted the- no wait he's heading straight for Malfoy surely he's not going to-? No wait there's the snitch!'

Harry dipped his broom downwards, stood up as if surfing a wave, then swiped his hand in front of Malfoy's face who blinked back confusingly while Harry's hand grasped firmly around the golden snitch. Harry then jumped out of harms way so he wouldn't collide with Malfoy, reached out his free hand and grabbed his broom, soaring magnificently through the air, one hand holding his broom the other held the snitch high.

'Harry Potter has caught the Snitch!' Luna roared as the houses of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw bellowed at the top of there lungs, 'what a piece of aerial ballet by Mr. Potter, that'll be talked about all week. Gryffindor win this match, two hundred and forty to two hundred and thirty. What a bloody coincidence that was after Demelza Robins scoring that goal just as Harry sighted the snitch! Brilliant!'

'Well done Harry!' Demelza roared, hugging him as they landed, 'I've never seen that done on a broom before'

'You absolute bang of a legend!' Ron croaked, landing and hugging him uncharacteristically, 'what took you so long I was ruddy well useless out there!'

'Harry!'

Harry turned; Hermione Granger led the race out onto the centre of the field. She reached him first and hugged him, immediately pressing her lips firmly against his. He kissed back enjoying the moment.

'Oh please,' Ron spat, turning to walk away-

'Just another day in the office for famous Harry Potter,' came a cold, drawing voice from the gathering crowd.

Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team knocked their way through the crowd and came face to face with Harry Potter who broke the kiss with Hermione.

'Don't you have to go add to that hole you keep digging yourself in, Malfoy?' Harry said coolly, some Gryffindor's chuckled, 'or is that being used by your father now he's in Azkaban? Take more than a hole to dig him out-'

'Why you conniving, insulate litte-'

'Don't even think about it, Mr. Malfoy!'

Everyone turned, Madam Hooch had landed and she was pointing a weary finger at Malfoy.

'You lost the match fair and square,' she uttered, her eyes popping, 'now I want to see you marching back to your change rooms or else there will be detention for the lot of yeah!'

Malfoy eyed Harry and Hermione before turning to leave, pushing even his cronies out f the way as he went through.

'Party in the Gryffindor common room!' Ron bellowed, holding Harry's first in the air, 'all hale King Weas- err I mean Potter!'

Colin and Denis Creevy, who had seen in themselves to take off after the Weasley twins footsteps, went ahead to getting the Butter beer and snacks for the massive party.

'When Dobby found out we were celebrating with Harry Potter he practically insisted,' Colin and his brother explained to Harry after he had arrived in the common room to find it packed with everything a party could possibly have, 'thank fully he just clicked his fingers and it was done. Never ending Butter beer, I love that guy-'

'He's always hand to have around,' Dennis added and they took off through the common room.

Of course, as Harry turned back to continue making out with Hermione, he found her cheek only. She still had that thing about mistreating elfish-welfare and had refused to drink or eat anything.

'Come on Hermione, I can't help it if Dobby wants to help,' Harry stuttered, having been through several Butter beers already, 'come on, make out with me some more!'

'Not while you're drinking Harry, I'm sorry,' she said, standing up, 'good win and all but- but I think I'll call it a night.'

'But its only eleven,' Harry grumbled, looking up at her half-eyed.

'Exactly,' she said, 'night-'

She pecked him briefly on the cheek and disappeared up to her dorm.

'Oi Harry! Harry!'

Harry turned sluggishly to find Ron Weasley arrive, grimacing broadly and covered in lipstick kisses all over his ace.

'Guess wha' happened ter me!' he grumbled, pointing to his face.

'You got kissed by some guys wearing lipstick again?' Harry guessed, Ron rolled his eyes.

'O' course not, silly,' he muttered, 'I got me self a new girlfriend!'

'Don't tell me your back with Lav Lav, Ron I couldn't stand it,' Harry said.

'No, no, that's in the past,' Ron hissed, 'stop thinking in the past! No I mean I'm wif Loopy, Loony, Lovable, Lovegood now! Excuse me a moment-'

He burped with his hand over his moment.

'Ok I gotta go,' he muttered, 'I'd better go she's waitin' fer me outside the portrait hole.'

And with that, he left, leaving Harry slightly deprived of anyone to talk to. So after yelling out to his Quidditch team to try not to stay up too late, he fought his way through the crowd that did not want him to leave to the spiral staircase and up to the boy's dormitory.