Chapter 13
Worst. Match. Ever.
My first Quidditch practice as Captain proved to be very eventful after a while. Millicent was near impossible to beat at the hoops and Willow and Astoria turned out to be pretty good at avoiding the Bludgers from Phantomhive and Blaise…at least, for a time.
I gave Draco an old Snitch of Harry's and told him to go chase it for a while as I was able to work with Willow and Astoria until it happened.
CRACK!
Kairi Phantomhive (the snarky new Beater) hit a Bludger with the force that I only knew coming from Blaise. And the Bludger flew…nailing Astoria in the back of the head and knocking her off her broom.
"Tori!" I said, dismounting to check her out. "You ok?" I asked.
Tori shook her head "Sore head." she muttered.
I turned to Phantomhive and glared "Kairi, look what you've done!" I shouted, nodding to Astoria.
"It was an accident!" she insisted. "I didn't mean to hit her!"
I sighed. That was a good point. "Ok, everyone, take five while I go take Tori to the hospital wing." I said, lifting Tori up and taking her to the hospital wing.
"Sorry, Han." Tori said "I should have been watching what was going on around me." she said.
"It's ok." I said, smirking at her "It was an accident, it was no one's fault. But," I said, becoming serious "if you're too sore to play on Saturday, let me know so I can find a replacement for you." I said.
Tori nodded "Sure thing." she said, smiling before becoming serious "How're things with you and Draco?"
I nodded "They're going ok, why?" I asked.
Tori looked down "Just wondering." she said "Has…has he talked to you about his father being in Azkaban?"
I creased my eyebrows together "Uh…no?" I asked "Why do you ask?"
Tori shrugged "Oh, oh, no reason." she said, smiling suddenly as we reached the hospital wing. "Thanks for coming with me, Han. I'll see you later." Tori said, hugging me and walking into the hospital wing.
I sighed and walked back to the pitch. The school really was acting weird since Voldemort returned.
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The day before the match on Saturday, while I was eating dinner, Tori came up to me.
"I'm so sorry, Han, I don't think I can play. I'm still a little sore." she said, shaking her head.
"It's ok." I said, sighing. "I can find a replacement before tomorrow." I added.
"Thanks, I'm glad you're not angry." Tori said, smiling as she walked away.
I looked towards the muttering second years and locked eyes with Blair Webing who was talking to Willow.
"Hey, Blair!" I shouted "Come here!"
Blair got up and walked over to me "Yeah?" she said.
"You still want to play Chaser, right?" I asked.
"Hell yes!" she said excitedly.
I smirked "Good. Think you can play tomorrow?" I asked.
Blair nodded "Absolutely! Cheers, Han!" she said before walking off with a spring in her step.
I smirked. Now I had a complete team again.
At least until a fifth year boy named Harper walked up to me.
"Hey, you Malfoy's girlfriend?" he asked.
I gave him a look "Do I have a lightning scar?" I asked.
Harper nodded, staring at my scar.
"There's your answer." I said, beaming "What's up?" I asked.
"Malfoy wants to tell you that he's sorry, but he's fallen ill and can't play tomorrow." Harper said.
I groaned "Skinner, Fanelli and Faksa!" I said, covering my face with my arms "How am I supposed to find a Seeker on such short notice?" I asked no one in particular.
"Well, that's also what Malfoy wanted to tell you." Harper said, suddenly smirking "He wants me to replace him for the match."
I blinked. Draco had already found me a replacement for him for the match that was only a day away?
Man, I must have been good to him or whatever.
"Thank you, Draco." I muttered before turning to Harper "Ok, you're in. Get Quidditch robes from Snape and be at the pitch at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late!" I said, becoming serious.
Harper nodded and walked off, leaving me to smile.
I have the best boyfriend ever. I thought, smiling as I got up and went to Blaise, who was sitting with Ivy.
"Hey, Blaise. You see Draco?" I asked.
Blaise nodded "Yeah. He's in the common room." he said, not taking his eyes off of Ivy.
"Thanks." I said "Oh, and good luck tomorrow, Ivy. You'll need it." I said.
"Whatever, Han." Ivy said, not taking her eyes off Blaise.
I rolled my eyes and walked down to the dungeon.
…
"Draco?" I called out when I walked through the common room threshold. "Draco, come out, I know what you've done!"
I heard a door in the boys' dormitories open and Draco walked down the stairs. "What?" he asked, for reasons unknown to me sounding nervous.
I smirked at him and ran over to kiss his cheek "You found me a replacement for you for the Quidditch match tomorrow!" I said happily, wrapping my arms around his neck "You're the best."
Draco kissed the top of my head "You're welcome." he said, me almost hearing the smirk in his voice as he messed up my hair.
"Harper told me you were sick?" I asked, pulling off him and looking at him concerned.
Draco waved it off "Just a mild cold. Nothing to worry about." he said, smiling at me and coughing. "And besides, Pomfrey doesn't have Pepperup Potion yet, so I can get some soon."
"Oh, my poor Dragon!" I cooed, touching Draco's forehead with the back of my hand "You march right back up to those dorms and get some sleep."
Draco shivered under my touch "Han, your hands are ice cold."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" I said, starting to wrench my hand away, only to have Draco grab my wrist.
"I never said I didn't like it." Draco said, smirking at me before becoming serious "And I think the sleep thing is a two way street. Do you not have a match to play tomorrow?"
I nodded and took my hand off Draco's forehead. "Goodnight, my Dragon." I said, biting my lip.
Draco took a hold of my neck and kissed me softly, wrapping an arm around my waist protectively "Sleep well, my little Spitfire."
"Spitfire?" I asked "Cute." I commented before kissing him again and walking back up to my dorm.
I chuckled when I got into my bed. "Spitfire." I muttered, rolling over onto my side "Whatever will that boy do next?" I said before falling asleep.
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The next morning when I got up and dressed, I walked over to the Gryffindor table and smirked at my brother, Ron and Ivy.
"Good morning, Gryffindors." I said, sitting down next to Harry.
"Good morning, Sly." Ivy said, making me look at her.
"Sly?" I asked.
"Sly." Ivy repeated "Short for Slytherin, awesome word for you." Ivy explained as Ron stood there ashen faced.
"Good luck, Ron." I said brightly to him before sneering "You'll necessitate it."
"What?" Harry's housemates asked together, all of whom looking confused.
"Necessitate. It's a verb that means to need. Like I just said in that last sentence, I told Ron he would need all the luck he can get. Because, after all, my dear brother, best friend and company, you are playing my house in Quidditch and I have quite a good team."
"Yeah? Well, my dear, darling little sister, so do I." Harry said, sneering at me and getting up.
I stepped into Harry's face and glared into his eyes "We'll take this to the pitch, Potter. And we'll see who the better Quidditch player is."
"Looking forward to it, 'my little Spitfire.'" Harry said, laughing.
I paled "Who told you about that?" I demanded.
Ivy raised her hand "I looked in on your memory and heard Malfoy calling you his little Spitfire and I just had to tell everyone." Ivy said, smiling.
I glared at her. "We'll settle this on the pitch, Duff." I said, turning on my heel and sitting at the Slytherin table, where there seemed to be a lacking sign of Draco, Crabbe and Goyle.
I found that odd, granted, Draco was sick, his fever last night told me so. But Crabbe and Goyle never missed breakfast, or any other occasion that involved food.
"Okay, everyone, this is it." I said, taking the lack of Draco, Goyle and Crabbe off my mind and turning to my Quidditch team "The moment we've all been waiting for."
"The game we've been practicing for weeks for." Willow said, making me beam at her as I took my MP3 out of my pocket.
"Exactly. And we may be without two key players, but we have killer replacements." I said, nodding to Blair and Harper. "And a word to the wise, don't let the Gryffindors get to you." I said, turning to Harper "That goes for you, too, Harper." I said before standing up "Ok! Let's go!" I said, plugging in a speaker and cranking up Down With Webster's Whoa is Me (my ultimate pump up song.) and getting rounds of applause and cheering from the Slytherins as we walked out of the dorm. I lead the charge that time and stopped to high five some first years and say "hey" (I loved being so respected!).
…
I was ready to win by the time I got out of the change room with my robes on (My Quidditch jersey with the 53 on the back underneath my jumper for luck.) and my broom stick held high.
I smirked at my brother as I took the position that Marcus Flint, Montague and two other boys took before me. I was ready to kick some ass.
Madam Hooch told me to shake hands with my brother (to be very honest, we didn't shake more than crush each other's hands to almost the breaking point.) and we mounted. I took a deep breath of the wind whipping through my ponytail and flew off towards Ron, Willow following me.
"Han!" Willow shouted, lobbing me the Quaffle.
I snatched it and glared at Ron, good and ready to score and evoke the Slytherins' cheering of "Potter is our Queen" and shot.
I gasped. Ron blocked it!
"That's impossible! He's never been able to block you before!" Blaise said above me.
"I know!" I said, astonished. No one was able to block me before. I shook it off and glared at Blaise, Willow and Blair "GET BACK IN THE MATCH!" I demanded, flying full blast to Ginny, a new Gryffindor Chaser and wrenching the Quaffle out of her hands and flying back to Ron and shooting.
Thankfully, I redeemed myself as Ron missed and the Slytherins roared in approval and started singing:
"Potter can score on anything,
Can put it into any ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing,
Potter is our Queen!"
I smirked at Ron and flew back as he passed Ginny the Quaffle, making me fly over to Millicent to defend the net.
"Phantomhive, Zabini, Bludgers on Weasley now!" I ordered.
Blaise and Kairi nodded and smacked a Bludger towards Ginny, who dodged it and shot on Millicent.
I gaped when Millie missed and let Gryffindor tie it up.
"Who needs the luck now, Han?" Ivy said, patting me on the back as she celebrated with Ginny.
"Sorry, Hannah! I tried, really!" Millie said at my dumbstruck expression.
I shook it off and caught a pass from Blair and flew back towards Ron.
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A half hour into the match, it was like all our practicing went out the window overnight! The Gryffindors were up sixty to ten, Ginny scoring four of those six goals, and Ivy scoring the rest. Millie was just off her game that day! That wasn't the Millie I put on the team.
The Beaters were pretty good, they were aiming well, but the Gryffindors were dodging them quickly. That, and Ron was making spectacular saves, most of them only on the tips of his fingers.
Suddenly, Harper took a dive, I looked down and saw the golden Snitch glinting close to the ground and Harry was just sitting there on his broom doing nothing! We actually had a chance to win!
At least until Zacharias Smith, a Hufflepuff I completely loathed who was commentating the match had to open his big mouth and ruin the elation I was feeling at the prospect of beating Gryffindor for the first time in my life.
"Yes! It seems that Harper's seen something that Potter hasn't!"
Harry then looked down and started to dive for the Snitch, but it seemed pretty much too late. Harper was closer and it seemed pretty slim for Harry to get the Snitch. We were going to win!
"GO, HARPER!" I screamed "COME ON!"
Then, Harry ruined my elation completely by opening his stupid big mouth.
"Oi, Harper! How much did Malfoy pay you to fill in for him?" Harry shouted, making Harper fumble the Snitch through his fingers to be caught by Harry.
"YES!" Harry shouted as he dismounted, making me bubble up in anger as the Gryffindors stormed the pitch to celebrate and lift him high over their shoulders to carry him back to their common room for a party.
"It's all about him!" I muttered as I dismounted, completely livid as Harper stood there, dumbfounded as I stormed up to him.
"Everyone, in the change rooms, now!" I ordered, pointing to the change rooms as everyone silently filed into the change room to await my angry wrath I was definitely ready to make them feel.
I growled and walked past Hermione and Harry just as Hermione said "Honestly, spiking Ron's drink with lucky potion, you deserve to be expelled, not win the Quidditch match!"
I glared at Harry, who stopped and turned to me.
"Prat." I snarled, flipping my hair and storming into the change room and slamming the door and taking a deep breath.
"We're so getting reamed." Willow muttered to Blair.
"Who gets it first, though?" Blair whispered back.
"Phantomhive, Zabini, Willow, Blair, get changed and go back with the Slytherins. I have nothing to say to you." I said, turning to Kairi and Blaise and Willow and Blair with a kinder look than I felt like giving.
The four of them nodded and got changed quickly, silently smirking that I wasn't pissed with them.
"Pathetic." I said once they were gone. "Absolutely pathetic!" I shouted, pinching the bridge of my nose "It was like all our practices up until now were thrown out the window and you went and did the things I expected from this teams rejects! Millicent, I know you were the best Keeper that tried out for the team, but today you played like shit! Letting in six goals, granted, if it was a high scoring game, that would seem overdramatic of me to say, but we only scored the one goal! We were counting on you to keep hold of the hoops!"
Millicent nodded, hanging her head.
"I will not say that the Chasers were absolutely perfect, but they, Blaise and Kairi were the only ones who actually played by the game plan." I said before glaring at Harper "And you," I added, glaring daggers at Harper "You are an idiot!" I screamed at him, prodding him in the chest "I told you not to let Potter get to you, and what do you do? You let him get to you!" I shouted. "Had you ignored him, had you just let it slide, you wouldn't have fumbled that easy catch and we wouldn't be having this conversation!" I sighed, sitting by my sport locker and pulling out my clean t-shirt and some deodorant. "Go. Get out of my sight, both of you." I said, taking my robe and jumper off.
Millie and Harper looked to each other and walked off, leaving Mount St. Hannah dormant for the time being.
I sighed and put on my clean t-shirt and thought about my brother.
Harry Potter, the Chosen One? I thought to myself, reliving the headlines in the Daily Prophet. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter, Quidditch Captain, Harry Potter, Quidditch Hero.
I was sneering by the time I was done thinking about Harry. But what about me? I thought.
Hannah Potter, Slytherin. That's it.
I shoved my Quidditch robes into my backpack and walked out of the change rooms back up to the castle.
Harry, Harry, Harry. It's all about stupid Harry! I thought angrily. Who cares about me, really? Oh, I just take a backseat to "The Great Harry Potter!"
I huffed and muttered the password to my common room to ditch my stuff in my dorm.
I looked around and saw that Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were gone still, just like they were at breakfast.
"Hey, you see Draco at all?" I asked Luna Abend.
Luna shook her head "I haven't seen him all day, no. Why?" she asked.
"Did you see him or Crabbe or Goyle at the match?" I asked.
Luna shook her head, tucking her book away. "No. Say, when's the next DA meeting? I really want to learn hand-to-hand combat."
"Uh…next week." I said, thinking on the fly and making up a random date "Thanks, Luna." I said before racing upstairs to think.
Draco wasn't seen at all that day. Neither were Crabbe and Goyle. They seemed to be a tight knit group of buddies, so if they were gone together, it seemed that they'd be off doing something together.
But the question peaking my curiosity was…what?
I decided to take a nap before lunch, I felt like I needed one before I faced the school again and blew a gasket.
But, as I slept, three words I heard before, on my way to my first lesson with Dumbledore, rang through my dreams:
"Harmonia Nectere Passus."
A/N: Sorry it took me awhile to update, I would have last night but I'm sick. Headaches, sore throat, stuffy nose, nausea…not the best time to be writing chapters and getting my laptop all germy and snotty. Thanks for understanding. Slughorn's party's coming up next! I need a dress and I'll set up a poll for potential dates. PLEASE, PLEASE for a poor, sick teenage girl vote on it, please? I will love you forever and give you a virtual cookie. Also, I'd like to mention my forum again for you fans, please join it, again, I'm sick and have no life outside of school which I'm missing because I'm sick. PLEASE PM if you want to join! I'll love you forever and you'll help me get better sooner and get more chapters up faster!
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