In Which A Duel Ensues

As the summer came to a close and the days became shorter, some pleasure was derived by the students from the thought of the forthcoming broom-racing season. Broom racing is a very skilled and often dangerous sport in which the participants are required to complete a course flying through hoops, in the shortest possible time, on the back of a broom. There are five hoops and the re are two types of win, a majority win where you complete three out of the five hoops and the decider where it all comes down to the last hoop! Not the easiest thing in the world to do given the width of your average broomstick, especially when the broomstick is travelling at something in the region of 150 miles per hour and your opponent is hurling a solid leather ball in your direction trying to unseat you!

George was Hogwarts biggest fan of the sport, and yet he felt a great deal of trepidation about this afternoon's race. The reason for this trepidation was actually his opponent. That in its self was odd because on more than one occasion George had been likened in his skill on a broomstick to the legendary Harry Potter, so surely he would fear very few if any opponents? That would be a very true assumption, and in fact it was not his opponent he feared, but the possibility of hurting his opponent. In this opening duel of the season George was to face none other than the girl he had spent the past three years with an indisputable crush on, none other than the exceptionally gorgeous Morgan!

Morgan emerged from her dressing room in the east turret at the same time as George did. She looked over to him and seemed to see his concern, it was almost as if she could read his thoughts. That might actually have been a possibility as Morgan belonged to a race of creatures known as Veela, an exceptionally attractive race of women whose appearance changed in its perception according to the person in who's view they were at the time. Therefore making them universally attractive!

But perhaps the more intriguing characteristic of the Veela is that they were all know to have a specific gift of a magical nature, and George had no idea what Morgan's gift actually was, so it was quite possible that she could have read his thoughts!

Morgan serenely walked over to George and looked at him with the most beautiful azure blue eyes. "Come what may in this duel I hope we might become friends." Said Morgan as she smiled and then bent over to give him a kiss on both cheeks.

" I would be so happy to be!" replied George with a lump in his throat.

With that, they both took their broomsticks and headed out to the arena.

The weather had taken a turn for the worst and was howling a gale. As soon as the two competitors walked out of the tunnel the rain was driven into their faces with a ferocious force that made their skin sting.

"Good luck my newest of friends" called Morgan as she took off into the gale to take her place at the starting ring.

George took off and followed Morgan to prepare for the start of the race. The low cloud and fog was billowing around both of them, and although Morgan was little more than a few metres away, George could only just make out her shape.

A loud bang accompanied by a massive flash of green and red lights in front of them, softened by the fog and cloud, signalled the start of the race and George was in no mood for hanging around in this weather, and within a second was hurtling towards the first of the hoops he had to fly through to complete the course. As he approached the first ring, George saw a round leather ball shoot across his path little more than a couple of inches from his face.

"Wow! Morgan is good at this," thought George as he turned to try to see where she was. He managed to spot her less than 20 yards behind him, and as he did so he saw her recover the ball and hurl it towards him in her second attempt to knock him off his broom.

George dropped the nose of his broom and made a sudden drop of altitude, which immediately took him out of the path of the leather projectile. As he did so, George looked up and behind him so see where Morgan was now positioned, and it was with some shock that he found himself face to face with another ball heading straight towards him, and this time it was too late for an evasive manoeuvre. The ball collided with him full in the face and knocked him round on his broom… so much so that he became unseated and had to swing round and grab his broom simply to avoid plummeting to certain injury!

As he grabbed on to his broom, George was gripped with fear as he realised that he would not be able to grip easily in this weather because of ice forming along his broom, and already his hands were slipping along the shaft!

George tried desperately to tilt the broom towards the tail end so his hands would not slip off totally. The broom was not going to cooperate with any speed and as George looked round he saw the first hoops heading his way. As he tore through it, still hanging from his broom it burst into a bright red ring of fire to signal that it was he who had conquered that particular hoop. "YES! One nil!" thought George. " Now all I have to do is get back on this bloody twig!"

Almost as if the broom could read his thoughts, it dropped altitude sharply, which had the effect of swinging George back upwards, which enabled him to get a leg over his broom and become re-seated.

Safely back on his stead, George looked around to see Morgan literally neck and neck with him as they both hurtled to the next hoop. George pulled out his leather ball. As he did so he could feel it twitching, ready to race out to distract its opponent, the lovely Morgan!

George hurled his ball towards Morgan, and saw it do exactly as he had intended. The leather ball had made no contact but had caused Morgan to have to pull up sharp, a result of which was that George was able to go into the lead and pass the second hoop turning it into a bright red circular inferno.

The third hoop was only a very short distance from the second and it was not long before George had lit the sky red yet again to claim his victory for having got three out of five hoops and therefore a majority win.

As he gently touched down on the grass below, George realised that he had blood pouring from his nose, which was now staining his robes. Morgan touched down before him and as she looked over to him, a look of shock came over her. She ran over to George and held her hands to her face. " I am so sorry I didn't realise I had actually hit you George!" Said Morgan with a voice of real concern.

"No don't worry, its all part of the game." Replied George. "But I think I had better get to the infirmary!"

With that Morgan took charge of the situation and began to lead George off to the main building. Jessie and Ronnie ran over and started to congratulate George on his win when they saw his face. Jessie said "Oh my god George why do you do this?" and put her arm around him, not seeing the scornful look that was aimed her way by Morgan.

"Ah its all in the game Jess!" said George "Matron will have me fixed up in no time!"

At the infirmary George had gone in to see the matron and the other three were sat outside in the waiting room.

Ronnie broke the silence and said "I really do think that duels should be called off in this sort of weather, its just to dangerous to judge your aim."

"If of course the aim is not intentional!" mumbled Jess, with a pointed tone in her voice.

"And what was that supposed to mean?" retorted Morgan with indignation.

"Well its amazing what lengths some people will go to win" said Jess staring Morgan in the eyes.

Morgan sat up straight and thrust out her chest with anger. Ronnie couldn't help but notice that in her saturated robes, Morgan had not worn a bra. "I would never hurt an opponent in a duel, much less one that I…" Morgan trailed off and then ran out of the waiting room audibly sobbing.

"Bloody hell Jess, there was no need for that!" exclaimed Ronnie

"Well George has never been hurt in a duel before!" replied Jess. "Doesn't it seem odd that, the first time he duels Morgan she puts a ball fair and square into his face?"

Just as Jess had said this, the door opened and George emerged with a broad grin on his face. The matron had, as always worked her magic and fixed him up as good as new.

"Where's Morgan gone?" asked George.

"Oh she had to go and get changed." Said Ronnie quickly seeing that Jess had gone a scarlet red colour.

"Well let's get back to the dorm… I want to get changed!" said George with a distinct look of disappointment.

The three of them then went back to the dormitories.

Ronnie and George were deep in conversation about the duel and hardly noticed that Jess had disappeared off to her dormitory rather quickly.

Jess stood in the shower cubicle and unbuttoned her robes letting them slide from her shoulders to reveal that she had not worn any underwear. She turned on the shower and let the warm water play on her shoulders and down her back.

Deep in thought she absent-mindedly let her hands stroke over her ample breasts as she thought about the one person whom she had ever really felt anything for. As she stood under the water, her dampness increased not just as a result of the shower, and as her hands strayed further down she uttered a moan that only one boy could raise from her.