QUIDDITCH SCENE!

CHAPTER EIGHT

" Find your happy place, find your happy place," Emma-Leigh said under her breath over and over, trying to eat her French toast at the same time and.. so far… it wasn't working.

"Why is this so hard? I'm a good chaser. I've played Quidditch back in my old school… why am I such a nervous wreck? Ahg… find a happy place find a happy place." Harry walked into the Great Hall witnessing Emma-Leigh's minor break down. It wasn't heard to miss seeing as she was shaking from head to foot.

"Woah Emz chill out okay?" he said genuinely concerned, sitting down beside her. She was still shaking and mumbling something that sounded like "giffin ma nappie case" her eyes looked out of focus. Harry put his arm rounder her, which seemed to take her out of her trance.

"Oh Harry, I didn't see you there What's Up?" she said in a false cheery voice. She had stopped shaking except for her hands.

"Don't give me that," Harry said with his arm still around her, "you were totally freaking out just then. What's the matter?" He looked at her again, she seemed to have calmed down a great deal since he had arrived.

"Oh, pre game jitters that's all." She saw the look on Harry's face. "Okay pre game mental breakdowns. Still, 'sall good now. I just have to eat something" with that she put more syrup on her French toast and forced it down.

Ron walked in and sat down across from them. His hair was still ruffled from sleeping.

"Didn't bother to find a hair brush?" Emma-Leigh asked sarcastically, getting back to her normal self.

"Ha Ha." He said looking at his sausages. He looked pale and also seemed to have some pre-game jitters. The Slytherins were wearing their 'Weasley Is Our King' badges, unfortunately they didn't know that Ron had gained a lot of confidence over the summer and practicing with Harry helped him get a lot of skill. The Gryffindors stole the Slytherin slogan of 'Weasley is Our King'. They had banners, posters, badges, and t-shirts. Everything they could think of, and Slytherin had no idea, they were never that bright. The match was to start in two hours and Harry wanted the team to meet up in the common room. As the team assembled Harry started to pace. It was all up to him. He was the Capitan. If the team messed up it would be his fault.

"Alright team. I don't like long pep talks…"

"Then why are we here two hours early?" Ginny interrupted, everyone giggled, Harry shot her a look.

"Because Ginny dear I have written you a poem." He foe coughed and cleared his throat for effect,

" Roses are red… Violets are blue… why don't you just… Shut it!" Everybody laughed including Harry, "Okay serious now," he paused " good. Some of you might be nervous" he looked at Emma-Leigh, "but don't worry about it. We are the best team out there. We've got a keeper who went from King of the Slytherins to King of our team." Ron blushed the same colour as his hair. It greatly clashed with his red and gold Quidditch robes. "Chasers who are to die for." Alicia, Ginny and Emma-Leigh giggled and flicked their hair in the preppiest way possible before the burst into hysterics. "Beaters that will beat those stupid Slytherin blighters into a pulp." Denis and Tyler gave each other high fives with their bats. "And then there is me…" he said but Emma-Leigh interrupted.

"The best dam Seeker out there… besides me of course" Harry blushed a colour just three shades under Ron's colour.

"Riight" he said trying to keep his cool, "Whatever you say… Now lets get down there and Kick some Slytherin Keister" Everyone cheered and scrambled out the portrait hole. "Did I just say Keister?" he asked himself out loud.

"Yes you did," said Emma-Leigh, "Twice in fact" she giggled grabbing his hand she pulled him towards the door.

"The start of a Quidditch season, and the weather couldn't be more perfect," shouted Oliver Wood into the magical mega phone. He came back (now that Lee was gone) to do the commentary for Hogwarts Quidditch games, as long as they didn't interfere with his Puddlemere United team practices, fortunately today was one of his days off.

"I hope your ready for an exciting game folks. Oh here they come the Gryffindor Team!" he yelled as his old team walked onto the pitch. His voice was nearly drowned out by the cheers from the Gryffindors. Along side them the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws to help with the noise.

"We've got Creevey" screams "Johnson" screams "Spinnit" screams "Weasley" screams "Newman" screams "Weasley" screams and "Potter" very loud screams. "Now for the Slytherin team" he said in a slightly hostile voice. "Crabbe" boos "Goyle" boos "Odious" boos "Bullstrode" boos "Cartier" boos "Day" boos " and Malfoy" very loud boos.

"Now Potter and Malfoy will shake hands and the game will start" Malfoy had some how bought his way into the Capitan position. As usual it looked more like a contest on who could break the other persons hand… it looked like Harry was winning. Draco was wincing slightly. The Quaffle was up and the game began.

"First to grab the Quaffle is Newman, I've never met this girl, what an excellent flyer! Anyways Newman passes to Gin… Weasley! Weasley passes back to Newman! Newman shoots, She scores! Slytherin Keeper Day does not look too pleased. Day passes the ball to Cartier…" Harry was keeping his eyes out for the Snitch but Cartier was flying so fast at Ron, so he got distracted and started to watch the game.

"Come on Ron" he whispered. Ron went white this was his first test.

"Cartier passes to Bullstrode who… drops it… lucky for Slytherin, Odious was right there. Odious shoots…. An Amazing save made by Ron Weasley! A save I'm proud of." The Gryffindors opened their posters and banners and started to sing the nice version of 'Weasley is our King' with the lovely accompaniment of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw supporters singing 'Weasley is THEIR King'.

"Hey Harry? Look for the Snitch!" Emma-Leigh yelled as she flew past him rushing after Alicia. That snapped Harry back in the game. Malfoy was circling the pitch so Harry went up and in the opposite direction as him.

"Wow! It's good to be back at a Hogwarts game! Beater Johnson… related to Angelina? No… ok anyways, He just hit a great Bludger towards Day, causing him to fly in the opposite direction allowing Weasley junior to score! Yet another ten points for Gryffindor! I don't know who I should be congratulating… so good on you both! The score stands at twenty points Gryffindor to ZERO for Slytherin.

Ten minutes later Slytherin still hadn't scored and Gryffindor were leading by 50.

"Creevey just shot a beautiful Bludger at the back of Cartier's head and has knocked him unconscious" The poor Slytherin team just lost their only player with actual talent.

"Woah! Another great save made by Weasley! Potter had done a great job with his Captainship on this team. Newman scores again… so that's 60 nothing to the ones in Red and Gold!" The Gryffindors were going crazy you couldn't hear yourself think the sound was that immense. Emma-Leigh flew to Ron

"You're doing a great job!" she yelled over the noise as he passed her the ball.

"You too!" he said as she went speeding off.

"Has it happened? Harry has seen the Snitch!" Wood was practically jumping out of his seat. "Going into one of Potter's spectacular dives, he speeds towards the ground! Malfoy is right behind him! Harry is practically vertical to the ground!" Harry pulled out of the dive laughing as Malfoy smashed into the ground "Oh my! He was Feinting! Great technique! Worked perfectly! Malfoy sure wasn't expecting that! AHAHA Excellent Harry..er.. Potter!" When Malfoy finally got back on his broomstick Gryffindor was winning 80 to Zilch. And the green people were actually green. They all looked sick because of how poorly their team was playing. All of them had torn of their "Weasley is our King' badges and were getting quite depressed indeed.

"Harry is diving again! Malfoy is hesitant! Can you blame him after last time? He finally sees that Harry isn't Feinting! He trays to catch up! HA his broom is nothing compared to Harry's Firebolt! Harry catches the Snitch! GRYFFINDOR WIN! 230 POINTS TO ABSOLUTLY NOTHING! hahaha! Excellent performance Gryffindor! Amazing Ron I think I have to watch my spot on Puddlemere!" The Gryffindors were loud before? Well it was about 100000000 decimals higher now. They were in complete bliss. Never had Slytherin been slaughtered by 230 points. The Gryffindor team were still hugging in mid air, oblivious to the screams from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw and the glares from Slytherin.

They finally got to the showers.

"Great job everybody! That was bloody brilliant! You are the best team ever!" Harry said overjoyed. " Denis when you…and he fell… awesome. Ron that one save… at the…where you… and… and then ahh! WE WON!" Harry was making no sense what so ever. No body cared they were all grinning from ear to ear. The best part was ye to come at the party.

"Yah we rocked I can't wait to gloat… 'Cause we have serious boasting rights after that!" said Ginny.

"Yah! But wait till Potions… that's not going to be fun. Snape will be pissed!" Emma-Leigh pointed out, but they were all too happy to care.

They separated into their showers, still thinking about the glorious game. Emma-Leigh took the longest, she was thinking about how silly it was to be that nervous this morning. Gin and Alicia were long gone and Emma-Leigh was singing to her self

"Hey ho, little fishie don't cry, don't cry… ... Ahh!" she shrieked. Some one had said her name. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself and stepped out of the shower to see Harry standing in front of her with just a towel around his waist. Ooo he was built! He had the stomach of a teen God!

"Oh…Hi Harry. What's up?" she said as she clutched her towel closer to herself.

"Oh... well, I heard some one singing and I was wondering who it was." He smiled.

"Oh I thought I was the only one left" she looked past him at the mirror and saw her reflection.

"Uhg," she said out loud not realizing it, "my hair looks like crap."

"You look beautiful," said Harry finally blushing. "Uh Emma-Leigh? I've been waiting a while to ask you this and, I wanted to wait for the right time… I'm not sure if this is it but I…"

"Harry you're rambling." She said smiling.

"Oh… er right…do you wanna go out with me?" Emma-Leigh stood there shocked. Harry was asking her out! In a towel! With his hair so sexily wet!

"Of course!" Emma-Leigh exclaimed… she tried to sound cool and collected but it really didn't work. Harry ran up to her and kissed her roughly… he only then seemed to realize that they were both in towels.

"Uhh… I should go get changed… I'll wait for you outside." With that he ran out of the room. Inside Emma-Leigh was jumping up and down and freaking out. On the outside on the other hand she was freaking out and jumping up and down. After about a minute of that she became calm, collected and slightly dazed. She put on her jeans and star sweatshirt. As she brushed her hair she looked at her self in the mirror and decided that this was the best day of her life. She packed up all her gear and went to meet Harry outside.

A/N AHHH NAKED HARRY! MMMMM DROOOOOL DIE! LOL I have to replace my keyboard yet again all this drool is gross… this was such a fun chapter to write please review