Chapter thirteen, fourteen and fifteen were going to be all one chappy but it was taking me too long, so I jus set em out individually...
Chapter fourteen: Malfoy's Deal
"...Dependant on who can offer me the most Lemon Drops."
"Albus what are you on-" Tregrassy began when Banana cut her off over the microphone,
"I BID TEN LEMON DROPS!"
Tregrassy gasped,
"ELEVEN!"
Lemo glared,
"TWENTY ONE!"
"Twenty one!" Andrew gasped.
"Twenty one?" Dumbledore said excitedly.
"THIRTY!"
"FOURTY LEMON DROPS, PLUS A REAL LEMON FROM LEMO'S LEMON TREE!"
Dumbledore squealed,
"DEAL! Mione Ranger, thank-you. Amber Rose may play and I shall-"
"I bid fourty-five Lemon Drops, two real lemons and some sherbet Lemons!" Came a voice from within the crowd. There were murmurs as everyone looked around to see who it was, that's when Dracola Malfoy stood up. Dumbledore almost fell off his chair,
"And what would be the conditions of your deal Mr. Malfoy?"
Malfoy smirked,
"That Rose plays, but she and Roberts must be my slaves for two weeks, or else she doesn't play and Tregrassy referees."
Andy and Lemo gasped.
"Hey! What do I have to do with this!" Lemo protested.
Malfoy shrugged,
"You have a nice ass..."
Lemo glared. As did Andy. And Barry. Well the whole bloody Gryffindor team.
"DEAL!" Dumbledore shouted, "And I'll referee!"
"Professor Dumbledore! Lemo and I didn't agree to-"
"Shh! Be grateful your playing!"
As the teams rose into the air, Barry heard Malfoy saying loudly how it would really help having slaves, seeing as his arm was so 'badly wounded'. Barry resisted the urge to go over and make that arm seriously badly wounded, he saw Andrew grit his teeth, which was a comforting thought. When Andrew gritted his teeth his anger always ended up bottling up and when it blew, Malfoy wouldn't be able to move for weeks. Seems some people weren't as easy controlled though...
"That bastard! I swear I'll fucking kill you Malfoy, what kind of deal was that! We all know your totally faking that injury. It's just a little tiny scratch! If I wasn't so goddamn vertically challenged, I'd pound the hell out of you! But- Oh sorry Professor! I'll get back to the match now. -Malfoy go fuck a tree- Sorry Professor! I swear that's the last one! The balls are released..."
Barry circled gloomily overhead, this was something he had been looking forward to for quite some time and now it was ruined. Malfoy had ruined it; he now wasn't sure how often he'd see Lemo after this match for two weeks...