"Web, I have a problem."
"No, your hair is not falling out."
"Not that! Wait! My hair is gorgeous!" To prove his point, Draco whipped out a pocket mirror and ran his fingers through his hair. "See?"
Web laughed. "I was joking, stupid. What's your problem?"
"Well…" he paused for a moment, making sure that his hair was indeed NOT falling out, "I have to go out tonight."
"And?"
"And I have a Quidditch match I'm supposed to be going to."
"I see. Do you have to go?"
Draco glared at her. "Of COURSE I have to go, silly!"
"Righto. So who's gonna play?"
"I have no idea."
Web sighed very meaningfully.
Draco ate a jelly snake.
Web sighed meaningfully again.
"Is there something wrong Web?"
"Oh… no… just…" Web trailed off dramatically.
Shrugging, Draco ate another snake.
"BUT I WANNA PLAY!" yelled Web impatiently
"Oh. Well you could have said so."
Web rolled her eyes. "Well? Can I?"
"Well… I dunno… are you good?"
"Of COURSE I'm good." Said Web irritably, "I played for my old school. What position are you?"
"Seeker."
"That's MY position! See! Let's go."
Web dragged Draco off in the direction of wherever Marcus Flint happened to be, whom she both had never met and had no idea his purpose in life.
Marcus was less than pleased when they struck up a conversation with him moments later.
"Does she know how to play?" he directed his question to Draco, still looking her up and down.
"I've played since I could walk." Web answered coolly.
"What position do you normally play?" he asked with an air of superiority.
"Seeker."
There was a moment of silence, in which Marcus almost succeeded in killing Draco with a glare.
"Marcus, what is your purpose in life?" Web asked innocently.
He ignored her. "Right." Marcus said, business like suddenly, "Draco, give her your robes."
Draco gave him a stupid, bewildered look. "Huh?"
"Your match robes idiot. No one wants a replay of last year." He rolled his eyes.
"OH! Of course. What do you mean; no one wants a replay of last year? I know quite a few people who enjoyed that match, thank you very much!"
He looked around, as if for someone to hand them to him and say "Here's your robes sir! Freshly pressed and ironed too! Just the way you like them!" in a high pitched squeaky voice.
He looked used to that kind of thing.
"Your robes are not going to evaporate out of thin air you ditz!" he added a steely edge to his voice, "Go and get them!"
Draco walked off, kicking the wall on the way in rebellion. Marcus strode across the room purposefully, while asking a stream of questions. "Do you know how to play? Wait, I've already asked that haven't I? Okay, do you know our plan? No, of course not you weren't here were you? Why didn't you ask me if you could play this game a week ago? Why are you a GIRL? Oh my god, this is ridiculous. You can't play! Oh..." he banged his head on the opposite wall uttering a moan that reminded Web of a dying hippopotamus
"Ahem." Draco announced, "Here's your... I mean my... uh... here's the robes."
"Thanks." Web said, tight-lipped. "Can't play. Hah. I'll show you."
She stormed out of the room. Draco gave Marcus a worried look. He had stopped banging his head against the wall and was now standing there rubbing his head gingerly.
"We're gonna lose, aren't we?" Marcus asked.
"NO!" snapped Web from her pose in the doorway. Her green robes enshrouded her frame completely, with the sleeves swamping her hands and the bottom of the robe pooled out behind her like the train on a wedding dress. In order to impress her more sceptical new acquaintance, she attempted to model walk into the centre of the room, and carry out a pirouette. Unfortunately, she got about half way there before tripping over and falling flat on her face.
"Yes." Said Draco, who then turned and walked from the room.
Marcus sighed resignedly. "Have you got a broom?" he asked
She nodded. "Well, hurry up then." Marcus said, "Everyone has gone onto the pitch."
They hurried out onto the playing field as Madam Hooch declared "Ready, on my whistle,"
Web and Marcus hurriedly mounted their brooms.
"2... 1..."
She blew her whistle powerfully. Both the teams pushed off the ground quickly.
Web started a lap of the field. How good it was to finally be on her broom again! She loved the wind whipping through her hair, the swiftness of her broom, the excitement of the game and the buzz of the crowd. She could barely hear the observations coming form the loudspeaker.
As she couldn't see the Snitch yet, she stopped her broom easily and lingered in midair, looking around intently for even the slightest glimpse of the Snitch. She spotted Adrian Pucey score, and saw Harry flying up near her.
Harry wasn't looking at her for once, rather around for the Snitch. She saw a bludger speeding his way, and, at the last moment, he saw it, doing a twirl in the air to avoid it, which ended with him stupidly hanging off his broom for a moment or two. This made him catch sight of Web. His facial expression changed rapidly from frustrated concentration, to surprise and finally great embarrassment as he rushed to right his broom.
She smiled, amused.
Once Harry had righted his broom he drifted up 5 or 6 metres away from her, but was now of equal height. "I didn't know you were a Seeker!" he yelled across to her, as Angelina took a bludger to the head and began spiralling to the ground.
"Neither did I!" she yelled back.
A stupid goofy smile crossed her face and she added, "Know you were!"
"Since when are you seeker for Slytherin? Dra - Malfoy usually is! Where is he?"
"I've been seeker since this afternoon because Draco had to do something at 6."
Harry swore loudly, groaned, smacked himself in the head and then looked at her as if nothing has happened.
"What's wrong?" she asked, watching another bludger whiz past.
"Nothing, nothing. Ha!" He took off down the stadium without another word. Web's eyes widened and then, wearing a determined expression, took off after him. One of the Slytherin beaters saw what was taking place and hit a bludger into Harry's path. He braked sharply and changed his direction as another bludger soared across his path. This gave Web time to catch up, and was only about a metre behind him. She could see the Snitch now and kept going straight, urging her broom to go faster. Fred Weasley tried a similar tactic to the Slytherin beater; however, Web saw it coming and zoomed up and over the bludger bearing down on her.
Web and Harry braked simultaneously. Both realised that in their vain attempts to both keep sight of the Snitch and beat each other to it that the Snitch had vanished.
Web sighed irritably. She drifted up, giving some airspace between her and the match, which was steadily becoming more and more violent. Harry did similar. She could tell he was upset over not catching the Snitch first go, which he secretly prided himself upon, but she was just as keen to beat him to the Snitch.
Web was resemblant of a wary mouse as she scanned the game for a hint of gold between the players. She caught sight of a catcher speeding off with a Quaffle and saw it. It was hovering directly beneath her, as if mocking her ignorance. In a split second she shot downwards on an almost 90 degree angle. Harry saw her go down and accelerated vengefully, glittering eyes fixated on the Snitch. However, by this time Web was an arms length away from the Snitch.
As Harry began to yell a matrix style "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she snatched it up and sped off in the direction of the teacher's stand, robes skimming the ground.
"Yes!" she exclaimed victoriously, hearing a very distinct thud behind her. She landed on the ground in the middle of the stadium and held up the Snitch, half expecting to hear that godly sound that plays in movies when people hold up important things.
The rest of the Slytherin team started flying down. Most of them had been patronizing before the match but were now trying to suck up to her, amazed at how well she could fly. As she watched the team land around her she saw the Gryffindor team flying down. Their faces were angry but also worried. As she watched intently she heard them muttering under their breath loudly, loud enough for all the players on the pitch to hear them.
"AGAIN!"
"Useless! Absolutely bloody USELESS! He's got a few screws loose, honestly!"
"If he wasn't sleeping with him… and him... and her... and me..."
"Fucking HELL! That was my best save EVER!"
Web stood on her broom and hovered up above the players surrounding her. Looking down, she saw Harry. He was lying face down; his glasses smashed a few metres away. His nose was on a very odd angle, his face was pale and his eyes were closed. At first she thought he was dead. Then she heard him groan and get to his feet assisted by Fred and George Weasley, the only ones on the team who weren't muttering expletives aimed at Harry. She tried to ignore it.
After all, it was the first time she had ridden her Firebolt, not that anyone was to know that.