Crisis at the Quidditch Pitch
I had seen Draco around, but I had tried to avoid him. I didn't want to get too close.
Ginny was staying over the first Friday back. We were going to have a girls night; we needed one after a stressful week of classes.
We were talking when an owl flew through my open window. It was a letter to Ginny. She opened itand began to glow.
"Blaise?"
""See? That's love, Hermione.""
""Fall once, and you may never be able to get back up.""
Saturday morning came all too fast. We had barley gotten two hours of sleep, and we had to be up at seven. Ginny had promised Blaise that she would watch his Quidditch Practice.
So we got up and headed to the pitch. Other students were out too, scattered over the mostly empty bleachers.
Blaise caught the quaffle and did fancy passing techniques, showing off; he looked over to Ginny and grinned.
Ginny grinned back.
""Isn't he adorable?""
""He is pretty cute.""
Blaise hit the ball into the goal. He looked over to us. We jokingly stood up and clapped and Blaise bowed on his broom.
Then suddenly he fell.
He didn't get back up. The rest of the team and Snape ran to him, surrounding him.
We stood up and looked up to the field, then to each other, we were both confused. We ran toward the field as the commotion built.
Blaise just laid there, surrounded by his teammates, Snape, and students. We pushed through the crows.
""Blaise? Blaise?""
