"Can't Get Enough of You."
By: Alexandria
Chapter 5: Spectacular Saves
Authors note: Alrighty guys, I know it's been ages, but hey, it's the same excuse as from ToS… (Teachings of Seduction… .) But anyways, I want to apologize to all of you lovely reviewers… And there are so many that it ASTOUNDS me… It's like… jus a jaw dropper and eye opener and it makes me want to cry at how much it seems you guys like to read my story… And then I go and do something horrifyingly stupid like not update for AGES… *sigh* Well, anyway, if you'd like jus leave your email in a review and I'll send you an email when I update… But here's the next chapter. I should warn you, it's all coming off the top of my head with NO pre-writing except for kind of playing off what the lyrics say. Love you a lot! And please enjoy *Smile* OOOHHH!!! There's gonna be a quidditch game this chapter and I know this doesn't make too much sense but I can't find it in the book…I swear Harry gets Seeker back, right? Well, if he doesn't he has it back for this story (
~**~ And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules
And I know how to break 'em
And I always know the name of the game~**~
Ginny stared blankly at the book in front of her. Hermione tried, for the third time in the past ten minutes, to get her attention. "Sweetie? What's wrong?" she finally asked, closing her own book.
Ginny's hooded gaze looked up to Hermione's eyes. She looked at her for a moment and then flicked her line of vision back to the book.
"I don't know why this has your knickers in such a twist," Hermione admitted, pushing the book away from her, leaning back in her chair. "I mean, we all know how much of an ass Malfoy is…"
Ginny finally decided to respond. "He told Harry we slept together, Mione. He implied it, and he betrayed my trust I didn't know that I had given him."
Ron suddenly came into the room and smacked Ginny on the back. "You ready for the match, Ginny-bug?" He saw the glare Hermione gave him and looked at her curiously. Hermione shook her head no and Ron looked back at Gin. "You alright, little sis?"
"Just fine, so piss off," she told him, grabbing her book and shoving it into her bag. She stood and hurried away, her mass of red curls flying behind her. Ron took the seat that Ginny had left open.
"Alright, Mione. Spill."
"What do you think is wrong with her?"
"What? That Malfoy's hounding her? That can't be that big of a deal, we've dealt with him these last six years…" Ron's voice trailed off.
"It's not just that, but do you even know the kinds of things he does?" Hermione asked.
"Of course! I'm her bro, she tells me everything. Besides, it can't be worse than him calling you a," his voice hushed quietly, "mudblood. How can it bug her so much?"
"Ginny's different than us, Ron. She doesn't know much about him, or how evil he can be. She's gone through a lot more crap than either you or I have gone through."
Ron looked taken aback. "What the hell are you talking about? We've dealt with the powers of evil many atime," he told her, as if she was stupid.
"Remember when Voldemort possessed her? She kept telling me about this wonderful guy she had met. She called him Tom. Tom Riddle. She really cared about him; loved him even," her voice in a furious whisper. Ron closed his mouth and thought about that statement, while Hermione continued. "What's worse is there's the guy that's just like Tom, and he's screwing around with her!"
"We all know Malfoy's a prick," Ron said, making Hermione wrinkle her nose at his choice of words.
"But I think, because he's like Riddle, she still has some of harboring feelings that could influence her actions around Malfoy a bit," Hermione declared, making Ron think; for the third time this evening.
"Dammit Mione!" He told her, rubbing his fingertips to his head.
"I'm right and you know it!" Hermione scoffed, her chin raised slightly.
"That's beside the point," he whispered, before looking up into her eyes, smiling softly. She bit her lip and looked the other way and he felt his cheeks turn a bit pink. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. I guess you're right."
She coughed as well and then looked at him. "So what are we going to do about it?"
"Beat the crap out of Malfoy so he can't mess with my sister anymore?" Ron asked hopefully, and Hermione wrinkled her nose.
"I actually think the best thing to do," Hermione paused, taking a deep breath, causing Ron to look up at her. "Is let Ginny deal with it," she let out quickly, her eyes closing as she waited for Ron to blow up at her.
She didn't expect to open her eyes and see him stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You know," he said. "I think that's the perfect thing to do."
Harry came into the common room and sat on the sofa next to where Ron was residing, still looking thoughtful. He stared at Hermione in awe, his mouth dropping slightly. "You got him to think?" he mock-whispered, his voice loud across the common room, and Ron slowly turned his head to glare at him.
"Piss off," he responded.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Boys will be boys," she said, standing and arching her back, waving her parchment so the ink would dry. "I'm going to run this up to the dorm to make sure Ginny's ready for the match. Speaking of which, are you two?" she raised an eyebrow and flicked her eyes at both of them.
Ron barely lifted his eyes to meet hers before he returned to glaring at Harry. "Yeah, sure," he muttered, his eyes narrowed. Harry laughed and shook his head.
"Just go tend to Gin."
~*~
Ginny felt her hair whip around her face as she stepped out into the wind of the Quidditch Pitch. She placed most of it into a pony tail, picking her broom up next to her. She smiled and closed her eyes, feeling the adrenaline start to pump. She kicked off with the rest of her team and relished in the feeling of soaring in the air. She flew great circles, and dived like there was no tomorrow. She could feel a few people staring at her, and she went to fly by Ron. "Don't be so nervous," she told him, trying to hide her own jumpiness.
Ron gave her a sheepish grin and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. She smiled at him and took her place at the center circle, next to Harry. "You think you can catch the snitch soon enough? Ron's looking a bit nervous," she asked him; glad she had finally gotten the job as a chaser. It was much easier than being a seeker.
"I'll try my best, but Malfoy looks like he could commit murder," Harry told her, leaning over his broom.
She grinned. "When does he not?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. She looked over at him again, and saw his stormy gray eyes flick back over to her. She gulped as she saw that gleam in them.
"And they're off! Katie Bell with the quaffle, weaving in and out of the Slytherin players as if they're nothing," Lee's voice boomed out, using the mega-phone under the close watch by the always-there McGonnagal.
Ginny followed close after Katie, and squealed as she dived quickly to avoid a bludger. She looked up to see Katie exactly under her and she whistled loudly, catching her attention as they neared the goal post on the Slytherin side of the pitch. Katie looked down and dropped the quaffle quickly to Ginny who zoomed to the far right, grinning at the keeper, and watching as he followed. She took a deep breath and then flicked her eyes over to the far left goal keeper. She kept a close ear on Lee's talk about Crabbe and Goyle just swinging their clubs at nothing before she decided to try a move she had only succeeded doing a few times.
Ginny turned a sharp left, making the move surely and yet carefully at the same time. She finally opened her eyes to a huge roar of cheers from the Gryffindor team and she felt breathless.
"NO way! She bloody did it! McGonnagal! Did you see that? That was Brilliant! And guys, that was Ron Weasley's little sister, new to the position of chaser that just made the brilliant score."
"Foul! Foul!" They Slytherin side kept yelling and Lee felt the need to correct them.
"No, actually it's not a foul. Her broom, while going through the hoop with the ball, did not touch the hoop at all. And neither did she jumping over it either! Good job Weasley!"
Ginny didn't hear much of the praise because she was already tailing a Slytherin who had the Quaffle in his possession. She saw Ron gulp and then turned away. He could do it if he tried. She couldn't help but laugh as she saw the all of the Gryffindor supporters had turned around to make a clean presentation that they weren't watching.
She heard a groan and looked over to the Slytherin side, who were looking highly pissed. She turned around yet again and saw Ron grinning as he held the quaffle. "Oi! Bell! Get you're arse over here and take this quaffle!"
Katie was only glad to take the ball out of his section and zoom towards the other side of the Pitch.
"Hey there Scarhead! That wasn't very smart of Weasel."
"What are you talking about, Mal-Ferret?" Harry yelled back, keeping his eyes alert for tiny golden ball. "Ron made that save fair and square!"
"Not what I'm talking about," Malfoy told him, grinning devilishly, which for some reason scared Harry, and keeping his eyes trained on the beautiful Redhead that was flying underneath them. "Ginger, I mean."
"Ginger?" Harry asked, slightly enraged that he was coming up with nicknames for her, since very recently he had told him to stay away.
"The youngest Weasel, you git."
"What about her?" Harry asked, feeling defensive immediately.
"That goal she made. She made our keeper look stupid. And if its one thing we Slytherin don't like, it's to be shown up." Malfoy flew off in another direction and Harry looked to where Ginny had just scored again.
There was an ominous rumble and Ginny looked up in the stands to see what had caused it. As her neck craned, she felt a few wet drops on the back of it and she cursed under her breath as the rain started to fall harder.
She felt something graze her hair and she moved quickly to see a bludger fly in the other direction. Her head careened to the side and she saw Crabbe shouldering his club, smirking a smirk he must have learned from Malfoy. She glared at him and he flew in the opposite direction.
She heard a groan from the stands and Lee's voice was just saying how Ron had let a quaffle through one of the hoops and then the subject changed instantly. "And there's Potter and Malfoy! Someone must have seen the snitch as they're diving neck and neck! Oh, that was a sharp turn to the right. Someone's going to get the snitch and win this game!"
The rain was falling harder and harder and Gin had to squint her eyes to see who would win. The red and green blurs were going faster and faster, and she bit her lip. "C'mon Harry," she murmered under her breath, urging him on with her words.
Suddenly everything went black as a bludger slammed into the side of her head. As if in slow motion, she slid from the seat of her broom and started to fall to the ground.
Harry's head snapped to the side and started to watch Ginny fall as his arm outstretched for the snitch. Malfoy saw his movement and snapped his to the side as well. He swallowed, feeling something lodge in his throat, and turned back to look at Harry, who had his eyes determinedly fixed on the snitch. Malfoy turned and saw Ginny getting closer and closer to the ground and he couldn't help himself. He pulled away from Harry and flew towards Ginny, catching her in his arms, and rolling off his broom right before she hit the ground. There was a roar, and Lee's voice was telling the crowd everything. "Now this is two spectacular saves made today! Not only did Potter catch the snitch, making this game a win for Gryffindor, but Draco Malfoy caught Ginny right out of the air, after Goyle sent a nasty bludger her way. The score is 190-30, Gryffindor favor."
Malfoy stood, with Ginny's head lolling on his chest in unconsciousness and made his way out of the Quidditch Pitch.
~*~
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy. You may go now," Madam Pompfrey dismissed him, clucking about how dangerous Quidditch was.
"She will be ok, won't she?" Draco asked, not knowing why he was so nervous for the young redhead.
"She'll be fine. Potter's taken many bludgers to the head and look at how well that boy turned out," she beamed, smiling over at the Dream Team as the watched over the youngest Weasley.
Draco tried not to smirk and nodded his head, turning out of the hospital wing. He started to make his way back to the Slytherin dungeons, ignoring that little man in his head when suddenly he felt someone shove him from behind. He didn't stumble but turned quickly to face Ron. "What the hell do you think you just did?" Ron yelled furiously, with Hermione and Harry running to catch up.
"I caught Ginger out of the sky," Malfoy said, smirking.
"What, you trying to be more like Harry?" Ron asked, sneering. "Trying to seem like you care? Well I don't buy it for a second!"
"Be more like Scarhead?" Malfoy asked, his eye brows raising in the slightest.
"Yeah! If he had seen her, he would have caught her, wouldn't you have, Harry?" Ron asked, turning to his best friend for support.
"I…erm," Harry started and Malfoy sneered.
"You're savior saw her fall," Malfoy drawled slowly. "And then went after the snitch. So I caught her."
He turned on his heel and made his way continuing to the dungeons, leaving a speechless dream team behind him.
~*~
TBC
Authoress note: Yay!! Finally!! I loved writing the Quidditch scene! Doesn't matter that it's most of the chapter, but hey! Lol. The next chapter will probably come out within a month. I know I know, how can I say that since my last update was back in like friggin April? But I promise to get one out as soon as I possibly can. Kudo's to EVERYONE who reviews. You have NO idea how much it means to me. Thank you for taking time to read this wonderful story. I love writing it. LOVES!!!
By: Alexandria
Chapter 5: Spectacular Saves
Authors note: Alrighty guys, I know it's been ages, but hey, it's the same excuse as from ToS… (Teachings of Seduction… .) But anyways, I want to apologize to all of you lovely reviewers… And there are so many that it ASTOUNDS me… It's like… jus a jaw dropper and eye opener and it makes me want to cry at how much it seems you guys like to read my story… And then I go and do something horrifyingly stupid like not update for AGES… *sigh* Well, anyway, if you'd like jus leave your email in a review and I'll send you an email when I update… But here's the next chapter. I should warn you, it's all coming off the top of my head with NO pre-writing except for kind of playing off what the lyrics say. Love you a lot! And please enjoy *Smile* OOOHHH!!! There's gonna be a quidditch game this chapter and I know this doesn't make too much sense but I can't find it in the book…I swear Harry gets Seeker back, right? Well, if he doesn't he has it back for this story (
~**~ And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules
And I know how to break 'em
And I always know the name of the game~**~
Ginny stared blankly at the book in front of her. Hermione tried, for the third time in the past ten minutes, to get her attention. "Sweetie? What's wrong?" she finally asked, closing her own book.
Ginny's hooded gaze looked up to Hermione's eyes. She looked at her for a moment and then flicked her line of vision back to the book.
"I don't know why this has your knickers in such a twist," Hermione admitted, pushing the book away from her, leaning back in her chair. "I mean, we all know how much of an ass Malfoy is…"
Ginny finally decided to respond. "He told Harry we slept together, Mione. He implied it, and he betrayed my trust I didn't know that I had given him."
Ron suddenly came into the room and smacked Ginny on the back. "You ready for the match, Ginny-bug?" He saw the glare Hermione gave him and looked at her curiously. Hermione shook her head no and Ron looked back at Gin. "You alright, little sis?"
"Just fine, so piss off," she told him, grabbing her book and shoving it into her bag. She stood and hurried away, her mass of red curls flying behind her. Ron took the seat that Ginny had left open.
"Alright, Mione. Spill."
"What do you think is wrong with her?"
"What? That Malfoy's hounding her? That can't be that big of a deal, we've dealt with him these last six years…" Ron's voice trailed off.
"It's not just that, but do you even know the kinds of things he does?" Hermione asked.
"Of course! I'm her bro, she tells me everything. Besides, it can't be worse than him calling you a," his voice hushed quietly, "mudblood. How can it bug her so much?"
"Ginny's different than us, Ron. She doesn't know much about him, or how evil he can be. She's gone through a lot more crap than either you or I have gone through."
Ron looked taken aback. "What the hell are you talking about? We've dealt with the powers of evil many atime," he told her, as if she was stupid.
"Remember when Voldemort possessed her? She kept telling me about this wonderful guy she had met. She called him Tom. Tom Riddle. She really cared about him; loved him even," her voice in a furious whisper. Ron closed his mouth and thought about that statement, while Hermione continued. "What's worse is there's the guy that's just like Tom, and he's screwing around with her!"
"We all know Malfoy's a prick," Ron said, making Hermione wrinkle her nose at his choice of words.
"But I think, because he's like Riddle, she still has some of harboring feelings that could influence her actions around Malfoy a bit," Hermione declared, making Ron think; for the third time this evening.
"Dammit Mione!" He told her, rubbing his fingertips to his head.
"I'm right and you know it!" Hermione scoffed, her chin raised slightly.
"That's beside the point," he whispered, before looking up into her eyes, smiling softly. She bit her lip and looked the other way and he felt his cheeks turn a bit pink. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. I guess you're right."
She coughed as well and then looked at him. "So what are we going to do about it?"
"Beat the crap out of Malfoy so he can't mess with my sister anymore?" Ron asked hopefully, and Hermione wrinkled her nose.
"I actually think the best thing to do," Hermione paused, taking a deep breath, causing Ron to look up at her. "Is let Ginny deal with it," she let out quickly, her eyes closing as she waited for Ron to blow up at her.
She didn't expect to open her eyes and see him stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You know," he said. "I think that's the perfect thing to do."
Harry came into the common room and sat on the sofa next to where Ron was residing, still looking thoughtful. He stared at Hermione in awe, his mouth dropping slightly. "You got him to think?" he mock-whispered, his voice loud across the common room, and Ron slowly turned his head to glare at him.
"Piss off," he responded.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Boys will be boys," she said, standing and arching her back, waving her parchment so the ink would dry. "I'm going to run this up to the dorm to make sure Ginny's ready for the match. Speaking of which, are you two?" she raised an eyebrow and flicked her eyes at both of them.
Ron barely lifted his eyes to meet hers before he returned to glaring at Harry. "Yeah, sure," he muttered, his eyes narrowed. Harry laughed and shook his head.
"Just go tend to Gin."
~*~
Ginny felt her hair whip around her face as she stepped out into the wind of the Quidditch Pitch. She placed most of it into a pony tail, picking her broom up next to her. She smiled and closed her eyes, feeling the adrenaline start to pump. She kicked off with the rest of her team and relished in the feeling of soaring in the air. She flew great circles, and dived like there was no tomorrow. She could feel a few people staring at her, and she went to fly by Ron. "Don't be so nervous," she told him, trying to hide her own jumpiness.
Ron gave her a sheepish grin and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. She smiled at him and took her place at the center circle, next to Harry. "You think you can catch the snitch soon enough? Ron's looking a bit nervous," she asked him; glad she had finally gotten the job as a chaser. It was much easier than being a seeker.
"I'll try my best, but Malfoy looks like he could commit murder," Harry told her, leaning over his broom.
She grinned. "When does he not?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. She looked over at him again, and saw his stormy gray eyes flick back over to her. She gulped as she saw that gleam in them.
"And they're off! Katie Bell with the quaffle, weaving in and out of the Slytherin players as if they're nothing," Lee's voice boomed out, using the mega-phone under the close watch by the always-there McGonnagal.
Ginny followed close after Katie, and squealed as she dived quickly to avoid a bludger. She looked up to see Katie exactly under her and she whistled loudly, catching her attention as they neared the goal post on the Slytherin side of the pitch. Katie looked down and dropped the quaffle quickly to Ginny who zoomed to the far right, grinning at the keeper, and watching as he followed. She took a deep breath and then flicked her eyes over to the far left goal keeper. She kept a close ear on Lee's talk about Crabbe and Goyle just swinging their clubs at nothing before she decided to try a move she had only succeeded doing a few times.
Ginny turned a sharp left, making the move surely and yet carefully at the same time. She finally opened her eyes to a huge roar of cheers from the Gryffindor team and she felt breathless.
"NO way! She bloody did it! McGonnagal! Did you see that? That was Brilliant! And guys, that was Ron Weasley's little sister, new to the position of chaser that just made the brilliant score."
"Foul! Foul!" They Slytherin side kept yelling and Lee felt the need to correct them.
"No, actually it's not a foul. Her broom, while going through the hoop with the ball, did not touch the hoop at all. And neither did she jumping over it either! Good job Weasley!"
Ginny didn't hear much of the praise because she was already tailing a Slytherin who had the Quaffle in his possession. She saw Ron gulp and then turned away. He could do it if he tried. She couldn't help but laugh as she saw the all of the Gryffindor supporters had turned around to make a clean presentation that they weren't watching.
She heard a groan and looked over to the Slytherin side, who were looking highly pissed. She turned around yet again and saw Ron grinning as he held the quaffle. "Oi! Bell! Get you're arse over here and take this quaffle!"
Katie was only glad to take the ball out of his section and zoom towards the other side of the Pitch.
"Hey there Scarhead! That wasn't very smart of Weasel."
"What are you talking about, Mal-Ferret?" Harry yelled back, keeping his eyes alert for tiny golden ball. "Ron made that save fair and square!"
"Not what I'm talking about," Malfoy told him, grinning devilishly, which for some reason scared Harry, and keeping his eyes trained on the beautiful Redhead that was flying underneath them. "Ginger, I mean."
"Ginger?" Harry asked, slightly enraged that he was coming up with nicknames for her, since very recently he had told him to stay away.
"The youngest Weasel, you git."
"What about her?" Harry asked, feeling defensive immediately.
"That goal she made. She made our keeper look stupid. And if its one thing we Slytherin don't like, it's to be shown up." Malfoy flew off in another direction and Harry looked to where Ginny had just scored again.
There was an ominous rumble and Ginny looked up in the stands to see what had caused it. As her neck craned, she felt a few wet drops on the back of it and she cursed under her breath as the rain started to fall harder.
She felt something graze her hair and she moved quickly to see a bludger fly in the other direction. Her head careened to the side and she saw Crabbe shouldering his club, smirking a smirk he must have learned from Malfoy. She glared at him and he flew in the opposite direction.
She heard a groan from the stands and Lee's voice was just saying how Ron had let a quaffle through one of the hoops and then the subject changed instantly. "And there's Potter and Malfoy! Someone must have seen the snitch as they're diving neck and neck! Oh, that was a sharp turn to the right. Someone's going to get the snitch and win this game!"
The rain was falling harder and harder and Gin had to squint her eyes to see who would win. The red and green blurs were going faster and faster, and she bit her lip. "C'mon Harry," she murmered under her breath, urging him on with her words.
Suddenly everything went black as a bludger slammed into the side of her head. As if in slow motion, she slid from the seat of her broom and started to fall to the ground.
Harry's head snapped to the side and started to watch Ginny fall as his arm outstretched for the snitch. Malfoy saw his movement and snapped his to the side as well. He swallowed, feeling something lodge in his throat, and turned back to look at Harry, who had his eyes determinedly fixed on the snitch. Malfoy turned and saw Ginny getting closer and closer to the ground and he couldn't help himself. He pulled away from Harry and flew towards Ginny, catching her in his arms, and rolling off his broom right before she hit the ground. There was a roar, and Lee's voice was telling the crowd everything. "Now this is two spectacular saves made today! Not only did Potter catch the snitch, making this game a win for Gryffindor, but Draco Malfoy caught Ginny right out of the air, after Goyle sent a nasty bludger her way. The score is 190-30, Gryffindor favor."
Malfoy stood, with Ginny's head lolling on his chest in unconsciousness and made his way out of the Quidditch Pitch.
~*~
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy. You may go now," Madam Pompfrey dismissed him, clucking about how dangerous Quidditch was.
"She will be ok, won't she?" Draco asked, not knowing why he was so nervous for the young redhead.
"She'll be fine. Potter's taken many bludgers to the head and look at how well that boy turned out," she beamed, smiling over at the Dream Team as the watched over the youngest Weasley.
Draco tried not to smirk and nodded his head, turning out of the hospital wing. He started to make his way back to the Slytherin dungeons, ignoring that little man in his head when suddenly he felt someone shove him from behind. He didn't stumble but turned quickly to face Ron. "What the hell do you think you just did?" Ron yelled furiously, with Hermione and Harry running to catch up.
"I caught Ginger out of the sky," Malfoy said, smirking.
"What, you trying to be more like Harry?" Ron asked, sneering. "Trying to seem like you care? Well I don't buy it for a second!"
"Be more like Scarhead?" Malfoy asked, his eye brows raising in the slightest.
"Yeah! If he had seen her, he would have caught her, wouldn't you have, Harry?" Ron asked, turning to his best friend for support.
"I…erm," Harry started and Malfoy sneered.
"You're savior saw her fall," Malfoy drawled slowly. "And then went after the snitch. So I caught her."
He turned on his heel and made his way continuing to the dungeons, leaving a speechless dream team behind him.
~*~
TBC
Authoress note: Yay!! Finally!! I loved writing the Quidditch scene! Doesn't matter that it's most of the chapter, but hey! Lol. The next chapter will probably come out within a month. I know I know, how can I say that since my last update was back in like friggin April? But I promise to get one out as soon as I possibly can. Kudo's to EVERYONE who reviews. You have NO idea how much it means to me. Thank you for taking time to read this wonderful story. I love writing it. LOVES!!!