Title: Misunderstood Godsend
Pairing: Slow moving Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco Malfoy could save the wizarding world but he can only understand with Harry as his translator. A fact he is none too pleased about.
Disclaimer: This is not a profitable venture. The characters are not mine. The only thing that is, is the plot.
AN: SORRY about the delay! I found a pile of something that has been building up under my bed for a month or so. I only noticed when my nose brushed the ceiling! It's called …….homework! Ack! So many bloody English essays! Anyway on with the show!
PS. Sorry about the over use of exclamation marks … ! (heh)
Chapter 2The morning was bright with a clear blue sky, not a cloud to be seen. The wind gently pulled on the branches of trees making a refreshing breeze on what would have otherwise been a slightly unpleasantly humid day. Not a sound broke the quie-
"Come on, Ron! Get out of bed or we'll be late! It's Quidditch, not potions!"
Well, almost.
"Ok, Ok. I'm up!" A rather sleepy, yet, slightly more awake now that he had been told there was a Quidditch match, Ron mumbled.
A barrage of clothes hit him in the face as he scramble out of bed.
"Put these on. We've still got to have breakfast and get down to the pitch. Go grab a shower and throw your plain robes on. We can get changed down there." A rather exited and bouncy Harry announced.
"OK. What's the time?" Ron asked still feeling slightly worse for where.
"Oh. I dunno bout 8?"
"Harry, the match isn't 'til 10! That's not for 2 hours! Why the hell did you wake me up!" Ron stared disbelievingly at his best friend. How dare he wake him up at this ungodly hour!
" Oh, well, you know. I don't want to be late. I can't wait to see Malfoy's face after we thrash their team yet again!" Harry was now positively sparkling with the excitement of the upcoming game.
"Right. I can't wait either but, you know, I like sleeping as well!" Still slightly miffed at being forced out of bed this early, Ron trudged towards the showers.
"Yeah, well, your up now, so let's go."
After a while, the two Gryffindors entered the Great Hall and made their way to the Gryffindor table. When both were seated surrounded by the rest of the Quidditch team and Hermione, plates were filled and stratagems were discussed.
As conversation progressed, ideas were trashed, new ones invented and a slightly interesting idea, about scaring the Slytherins by threatening to throw tins of red and gold paint over them, ended in the whole section of Gryffindors laughing raucously because they decided it would probably work.
When the team made it to the changing rooms, escorted down to the pitch amidst a crowd of cheery Gryffindors, final plans were spoken of as they were changing.
The captain, Katie Bell, was in the midst of explaining the well known plan to the new beaters, from the third and fourth year, when the voice of Lee Jordan made it's way into the stadium.
"Now, everyone knows the plan? Fly quickly, evasively and, for God's sake, If you see a one of them flying at you get out of the way!" Said a rather exasperated Katie.
"Slytherin play dirty and aren't afraid to hurt you! We don't want a repeat of last match now do we?"
She looked at the third year beater who had frozen up when he saw Marcus Flint flying straight at him and barged him off his broom last match. It would have been a rather tense moment if it weren't for the small smiles tugging at everyone's lips.
"Come on. Let's go out there and win. If any of you need motivation think of the Sltytherin teams faces when we beat them last year!" Ron stated excitedly whilst throwing his broom over his shoulder.
"And here is the Gryffindor Team! A most amazingly talented group of people headed by the captain and chaser Katie Bell! Alicia Spinnett and Angelina Johnson as the other two chasers in the team! The two new beaters Michael Montage and Ian Dale, this is only their second year with this team and both are turning out to be a close match for Fred and George Weasley!"At this both boys held their heads high and any nerves about the match dissipated.
"Behind them we have Ron Weasley as the keeper! Don't let Slytherin score anything Ron, can kick their a-"
"JORDAN!" came the rather angry tone of Professor McGonogall, although to the trained ear she didn't sound as angry as she normally did.
"Ok, Ok, sorry professor. Anyway behind Mr Weasley we have the star of the Team! He hasn't lost a match that he has managed to stay on his broom for! Harry Potter!"
Harry felt himself shudder at the vague reminder of the Dementors that caused him to fall off his broom in the third year, but that soon dissipated as the roar of applause from one end of the stadium whilst the Slytherins managed to get their boos heard above the cheering.
"Huh. The Slytherin team isn't out yet." Commented Ron. "Hey, maybe they just gave up and they aren't even gonna try this year!"
"Yeah. I can just imagine them all huddled up in the corner of their changing rooms with Malfoy waving a little white flag!" None of the members of the team could resist at least a small smile at the mental image. Needless to say, Ron found it the funniest.
Madame Hooch, who was standing in front of the Gryffindor team in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, sent them an unamused look and turned around so she was facing the direction the Slytherins should be coming from.
"No, really. Do you think they've gone back to the castle?" Ron asked with a hopeful gleam in his eye, not because he didn't want to play but because he wanted to know if they had scared the Slytherins off.
A murmur went through the crowd as they waited longer and longer for the Slytherins to come out of their changing rooms.
After three or four minutes, Madame Hooch turned around and eyed the Gryffindors who were now calmly leaning on their broomsticks and chatting amongst themselves.
"All of you, wait here." She demanded with that tone of voice teachers use when they are not amused. "I'm going to see what is going on. I don't want any of you to move. So that means, no flying. I shall be back in a few minutes."
Just as she turned to go, a small noise was heard behind her. It sounded like heavy breathing and as the Gryffindors and the flying teacher turned they were quite shocked to find the new chaser the Slytherin team running full pelt towards them.
"Madame Hooch. There is … there is…" the fifth year boy struggled to get his words out around his panting.
"Stop a minute, child. Catch your breath and then tell us why your team is not here."
Madame Hooch, clearly not impressed at being kept waiting by the Slytherin team, gave the boy all of ten seconds to recover and then asked him again where his team was.
"Hey. Look." Ron whispered in Harry's ear. "They've been spending the last five minutes having a rock-paper-scissors competition to see who should come and say they are forfeiting and the five minutes after that discussing how they'd all managed to cheat except this poor fellow."
Harry gave a small grin, but thought there was a little more to it than that. The boy looked downright scared.
"It's, Malfoy, our seeker. He's collapsed and he's not breathing."
AN: Oh I'm cruel! This was so much fun to write. The next chappy should be up in a week or so.
TTFN!
