I'm sorry to say, that I will not be updating as fast now. With school starting up again tomorrow, I will have to work on this fic only in my spare time. Or in Lit.? Can't stand the teacher, so I tune her out. NEwayz. I hope all of you like the second Quidditch Match.

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"We need to concentrate the best during this game. Slytherin is hard to beat," said Harry. Agreements came from al around him. "Now, just remember, win or lose, this team is far the best yet."

The Gryffindor Quidditch team took their brooms and prepared to go onto the field. The doors opened and a boom of shouts and cheers met the player's ears. The two teams walked onto the field and the two captains shook hands.

"And they're off. Blaise Zabini has the Quaffle. He passes it, but Ginny Weasley intercepts it. She passes it to Dean Thomas,and the other tries to score, but did not succeed," came the voice of the same commentator.

"How are we feeling today, Potter?" came the too familiar voice of Draco Malfoy. He stopped his broom a few feet away from Harry with his famous smirk. "Your scar hurt? We don't need you fainting in front of the crowd now do we? The ministry will go crazy if they find out that their precious boy got hurt."

"Shove off Malfoy," said Harry coldly.

Draco smirked in return and took off for the other end of the field. Harry meanwhile continued circling the field.

"Slytherin scores again."

Harry looked over at the scores and found to his dismay that it was 30 to 10; in the favor of the Slytherins.

"Look for the Snitch not at the score board. If you're lucky, we can still win this," came Jacqueline's voice as she stopped in front of Harry to catch the Quaffle.

Harry looked at her, but she was on the other side of the field.

"Jacqueline Mireille scores."

Harry smiled to himself and continued his search.

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Two hours later, Gryffindor was losing, and terribly. The score was 100 to 30. The Gryffindor Chasers were frustrated, therefore making their efforts to score worse.

"CONCENTRATE!" screamed Harry at his Chasers.

"WE'RE DOING THE BEST WE CAN!" yelled Ginny back at him.

"WELL IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!"

Ginny flew up to him and the two entered a fight.

"Fight on the field, between Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley."

"WELL IS IT MY FAULT?" asked Ginny, when someone bumped into her. "HEY!"

"You gits! Harry, I told you before, SNITCH. Ginny, back to the game. Y'all can fight later," said Jacqueline.

The two separated, mumbling angrily.

A few more points were scored afterward.

"Blaise Zabini has the Quaffle, but Jacqueline Mireille intercepts. Jacqueline, WATCH OUT!"

But it was too late. A Bludger hit Jacqueline from the side. The Quaffle went flying from her hands as she slid off her broom and began to fall to the ground. She landed in a curled up position. A time out was called. The Gryffindors gathered around her.

"Jacqueline? Can you hear me?" said Harry, leaning over her.

She slowly nodded. She unraveled her body and lay straight on her back; eyes closed. Suddenly, they flickered open and she tried to get up. Someone tried to force her down, but she resisted saying, "I'm fine."

"No you're not," said Ginny. "You just got knocked off your broom by a Bludger. You fell from about a 200 feet. No one can be fine after that."

Jacqui smiled as she got up with a shaky step. She smiled, "Well, I'm not just anyone." She mounted her broom and the game resumed with her; much to the surprise of the Slytherins.

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This game kept going on and on. After another half our, the Gryffindors were up by 50. Harry called for a time out.

"No luck this game," said John Adamsen, one of the Gryffindor Beaters.

The name JA came from SJC, so don't tell me anything. It was a random moment. I think we were talking about Frosting or something?

"No, this has nothing to do with luck. Let's face it, we're no match against with them," said Jacqueline.

"I understand we're all frustrated," began Harry.

"Frustrated isn't the word," said Ginny, rolling her eyes.

Harry couldn't find the words for what to say next. He bent his head from weariness and thought… hard. He raised his head, with an idea. He scanned at the worn faces of his team and said, "Jacqueline,"

"What?"

"Take my position," and he presented her his broom.

Jacqueline just stared at him.

"The game will be over faster," he said. "It was my mistake in the first place not to put you into your rightful spot as Seeker."

A few smiles ran around the team, as they finally heard the truth come from Harry's mouth. Jacqui and Harry shook hands and she took the Firebolt.

"Harry Potter and Jacqueline Mireille switched positions."

The Slytherin team looked at the scrawny girl and smirked.

"Just push her off the broom," said Zabini to Malfoy in a whisper. The other nodded, with disbelief and a sort of dread in his eye.

The game continued and a few more points were scored on both sides.

"Just resting there?" came Draco, looking at Jacqueline who was sitting very still on the broom.

Jacqueline tore her eyes away from the field and looked at Draco. She smirked and said, "Does that present a problem for you Malfoy? So what? I fall asleep. Then you will have a better chance of catching the Snitch before me. Even though me sleeping won't help you."

All of a sudden, Draco flew past her. Jacqueline turned around to find that he was chasing after the Snitch.

"Draco Malfoy sees the Snitch."

Harry groaned. Not what I wanted to hear. Come on Jacqueline. This is not the time to fail.

"Jacqueline Mireille is parallel to Draco Malfoy. She knocks into him. He returns the favor."

Think Jacqueline think. Thought Harry.

I'm working on it Harry. Came her voice inside his head.

You're a telepath? He asked.

Not the time for that. And yes.

Do the same flip thing you did, when you were playing against him.

Not enough time.

Jacqueline bumped Draco again.

"Yes!" she exclaimed suddenly as though she won something.

Draco looked at her, in confusion as why she cried out in triumph. Jacqueline took the opportunity to fly knock him, but harder, much harder than before; sending him in an opposite direction. He regained his stability in order to see Jacqueline only a few centimeters from the Snitch. Out of fury, he began to fly at her. He was once again surprised as she launched herself off of the broom at the Snitch in order to avoid him hitting her. Jacqueline caught the Snitch, but paid for it by falling to the ground from a height of about 250 feet. Draco in turn, crashed into a wall.

"Jacqueline Mireille has the Snitch. Gryffindor wins!"

The score was 210 to 190.

But then, everything blacked out for Jacqueline.