"This year…" Dumbledore boomed across the tables into the eager ears of the hundreds of students who filled their seats.
"…Hogwarts will proudly display it's spirit and admiration for the love of the game by holding
The Quidditch Tournaments,
the first of it's kind, and certainly a promising competition, if I do say so myself."
"He says so for the whole bloody institution." Draco spat, folding his arms over his chest.
His goons snorted loudly and slammed their forks into the table.
Gracie grabbed hold of Goyle and pushed him aside, thrusting herself into Draco's grinning face.
"Don't be jealous that people actually listen to him and not you or your slimy git of a father."
At that remark, Draco's lips stuck shut and his eyes widened to the point of falling out.
"How DARE you!" he shouted, his face resembling some sort of fish.
Gracie merely smirked and stretched back into her seat.
Kira, completely entranced with Fred's smiling gaze, was totally unaware of Gracie's little insult.
Her eyes searched his eyes, his nose, his lips. She barely heard Dumbledore over the roar of lust flooding her brain.
"…the best players from each team will be placed in one team, representing Hogwarts. On , November the 5,
their bravery and strength will be tested, as they will play against 3 opposing schools."
Fred lit up at the idea of being one of the elite few to join the team.
"Fuck Kira!"
Kira shot her head towards Ron, who was staring from her to Fred, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Look at Fred any harder and your panties will explode!"
Fred, realizing someone was talking about him, swiveled in his chair.
"What?"
"Nothing!" Kira shouted, digging her nails into her chair.
He smirked and turned back to Dumbledore.
"Now…Let the feast begin!"
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"Bloody Hell." Ron mumbled to himself, grabbing at his stomach.
"One more Pumpkin Pasty and I'd have about burst."
"Then aren't we lucky the elves shooed you out of the kitchen when you went hunting for more."
"Well..I was hungry."
"After seventeen pieces of chocolate cake?"
"And half a dozen meat pies.?"
"Don't forget the pile of steaming chicken he picked clean."
"Alright. So I eat a lot, what's the problem?"
Gracie giggled and walked past Ron, catching up with Kira.
"So are you going out for Quidditch?"
Kira snuck a glance into Fred's direction and nodded.
"I think I am."
"Me too."
Suddenly, Kira smiled and began to jump frantically.
"OMGNOWAY! WECANTOTALLYSHAREBROOMSECRETS
ANDLEARNNEWTRICKSANDOMG.."
Gracie smiled and nodded, while hoisted in the air by her shoulders.
"What is it?" Harry questioned, almost scared by Kira's sudden outburst.
"We are going to the Tournament."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While Draco's father may be a slimy git, he is hotter than many people that stand on the earth, Draco included.