Chapter 16

Quidditch Again

The first Quidditch match of the year was coming fast, and the DA meetings were put on hold for practices (which I was starting to dread for obvious reasons, but, I played my Evanescence on the MP3 player that Hermione Charmed for me to work in Hogwarts during scrimmages to tune out the team and concentrate.).

Divination wasn't going well. Professor Trelawney was inspected by Umbitch (as part of her job as High Inquisitor…gag!) and ten days after that, Trelawney got her results…and wasn't happy with it.

All the Quidditch teams got permission to reform after Umbridge's decree. So it was practically useless now (provided for the DA.).

The days prior to the first Quidditch match, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin (it was the first time I was on a broom in over a year and I was a little rusty), Snape had actually abstained (like McGonagall did for Harry, and to my shock, Ron, who I later learned was the new Gryffindor Keeper.) me and Draco from homework…he was anxious for us to beat Gryffindor.

"I would very much like to see the Quidditch Cup in my study this term, Ms Potter." Snape said to me "Nothing would give me the pleasure than to take it from Professor McGonagall. You could use the extra time to practice, won't you?"

The day of the match, I slipped on my Quidditch robes and sat with the Slytherin team (as far away from a certain blond as possible) and picked at some breakfast before grabbing my Nimbus 2001, slinging it over my shoulder and walking out, bumping shoulders with Draco.

I decided to show I was a strong woman (although, truthfully, I really was still heartbroken). So I glared up at him "Stay the bloody hell out of my way, Malfoy. And nobody will get hurt." I snapped before turning and walking off with my fellow Chasers.

As I walked down the Slytherin table, I saw all the Slytherins wearing silver crown shaped badges, and I made out the words etched onto them:

WEASLEY IS OUR KING

AND

POTTER IS OUR QUEEN

I rolled my eyes and walked into the change room, sitting in the corner away from everyone as I put in my MP3 and playing my pump up song…Down With Webster's Whoa Is Me.

I heard the faintest of roars out in the stands and I took out one of my earbuds.

"Who the hell's doing that!" I snapped.

Our new Captain, Montague, peered out the door and back at me "The Looney Lovegoods have hats supporting Gryffindor." he said, rolling his eyes "The girl's got some stupid lion and the boy's got a serpent, which the lion's eating."

I growled and put in my earbud again. "Don't let them mess you up…" I chanted quietly to myself.

"Here, you gotta wear it." Lucy Selwyn, the last Chaser from my first year, and the one in her final year said, handing me the same silver badge I saw with the Slytherins at the Slytherin table.

I huffed, not wanting to be benched this game and put it on as we marched out onto the pitch, cranking up the volume on another song: again, Down With Webster (I was taking a break from my usual Evanescence because well, Down With Webster's my pump up band!).

Lucy tapped me on the shoulder and I held up a hand "Not now, I'm getting in my zone." I said simply.

"Han, that's what I'm trying to say!" Lucy said, pulling out my earbud and nearly making me throttle her one. The entire Quidditch team knew better than to pull out one of my earbuds before a match, Lucy should have known especially!

"What?" I snapped, wrenching back my earbud and shutting off my player.

"The match's starting." Lucy said simply, mounting.

"Oh, sorry, then." I said, mounting as well (My rule for Quidditch: You mess with me when I'm getting in the zone, call a funeral parlour unless you have something important to tell me.), relishing in the familiar feeling of wind whipping through my hair and the rush of being feet in the air with nothing but a stick under me.

Lucy gained possession quick, and passed to me, which I caught with an impossible ease as if it wasn't a year since I was playing Quidditch. (at least, that was what Lee Jordan said as he commentated.)

I flew straight for Ron, nodding at Harry and glaring at Ron competitively. Friends were nothing to me right then, I was too deep in my zone.

I went to bomb it over Ron's head, but George whacked a Bludger at me, which I narrowly missed.

The Slytherin spectators and the Slytherin team started to sing, which I didn't notice until Lee commentated about it:

"Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring,

That's why Slytherins all sing:

Weasley is our King!

Weasley was born in a bin,

He always lets the Quaffle in,

Weasley will make sure we win

Weasley is our King!

Potter can shoot on anything

Can put it into any ring,

That's why her housemates all sing:

Potter is our Queen!

Potter was raised in a bin,

But she always puts the Quaffle in

Potter will make sure we WIN!

Potter is our Queen!"

I smirked and almost lost the Quaffle to Katie Bell when I flew upwards and had the Quaffle ripped out of my hand by Ivy, who passed it off to Angelina.

I flew for my ever loving life, getting nailed in the leg with a Bludger.

"You ok, Han!" Blaise shouted to me, knocking a Bludger straight towards Angelina.

"I'm fine!" I shouted back "I might feel a little sore in the morning, but nothing major!"

Montague heard me as my other Chaser, a third year with blond hair and a muscular build got the Quaffle (I think her name was Worthington.)

"GIVE POTTER THE QUAFFLE, WORTHINGTON!" Montague shouted.

Worthington gave me a look and lobbed the Quaffle underhand to me, which Bell narrowly missed catching. I body checked her with a competitive glare and flew back towards Ron.

Ron started flailing around wildly, giving me good opportunity to bomb the Quaffle over his head again…which he ducked, giving me ten points to Slytherin.

"Potter scores!" Jordan groaned amongst the boos and cheers from the crowd.

The Slytherins parted into two parts, one half conducted by Pansy and the other half conducted by Millicent, Willow and her gang acting the loudest.

"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN,HE ALWAYS PUTS THE QUAFFLE IN…"

Meanwhile, Willow, her gang and half of the other house were screaming at the top of their lungs:

"POTTER CAN SHOOT ON ANYTHING,CAN PUT IT INTO ANY RING…"

Ron bombed it back and I flew up to catch it, making the people screaming my song scream louder.

"AND THAT'S WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING: POTTER IS OUR QUEEN!"

I lost the Quaffle to Ivy and she started over to Bletchley, Quaffle tucked under her arm like a rugby ball.

I snarled "NO!" I said to Lucy "I'll go get it and bring it back to you!" I said, zooming over and giving Ivy an apologetic look before body checking her and taking the Quaffle off her.

"SELWYN!" I screamed, lobbing the Quaffle at her, Lucy making a spectacular catch.

"GO, GO, GO!" I shouted, flying out in front of her "I'M OPEN!" I shouted, holding out my arms for Lucy to lob the Quaffle in.

I snatched it from an interception from Johnson and flew back towards Ron, where Worthington was.

"OI!" I shouted, chucking it to her, which she threw at the Ever-Flailing Ron, which he missed and it flew in.

The Slytherins screamed in approval as I slapped Worthington on the back "Nice play, nice play." I said, nudging her forward. "Go!" I said, motioning for Lucy to get going, with Ivy heading to Bletchley and lobbing the Quaffle, which went in.

After another twenty minutes, Slytherin was up forty-ten with no sign of the Snitch.

But that didn't last long. Harry dived, Draco close behind him.

My competitive side burst forth and I screamed.

"GET A MOVE ON, MALFOY!" I screamed to the blond diving for the Snitch. "COME ON!"

Would you say I'm a very vocal Quidditch player?

Anyways, holding my breath, I watched as Draco pulled up, looking livid and annoyed as Harry came up…with the Golden Snitch.

I started dismounting, disappointed beyond belief and good and ready to kill someone when…

WHAM!

Crabbe, the new Slytherin Beater alongside Blaise, whammed a Bludger at the small of Harry's back.

"HARRY!" I screamed, dismounting completely and breaking into a sprint to Harry's side, leaning down. "Harry! Harry, say something!"

Harry coughed and opened his eyes "Shit." he moaned.

"Thank Skinner!" I shouted, wrapping Harry in a hug. "It was Crabbe! He nailed you with the Bludger after you caught the Snitch." I said, before Angelina Johnson pulled me aside and hugged Harry along with Ivy and Katie.

"WE WON, HARRY! WE WON!"

I was crestfallen. I hadn't won a match since…

"Saved Weasley's neck, did you?" Draco said to Harry "I've never seen a worse Keeper…but then he was born in a bin…did you like my lyrics, Potter?"

I spun around. Draco had wrote that song! Including the parts about me?

"YOU WROTE THAT!?" I demanded, going up to him and prodding him in the chest "That bit about me had better not be you tormenting me!"

Draco smirked "Of course not, Hannah. I was just pointing out how splendid a Chaser you are."

I growled "YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE!" I shouted, turning to Ivy, Sheila, and She-Cat "Let's go, girls!" I said, annoyed as I started out with my broom "NOW!" I shouted, my temper flaring as I stormed into the Forbidden Forest, three sets of footprints following me.

"What's the matter?" She-Cat asked.

"I want to punch someone, and I don't want to get in trouble." I said bitterly as I neared the clearing and conjured up a large pillow "Someone hold it!" I barked.

Ivy took it and held it close to her stomach. "Shoot, Han. Let that built up rage out."

I snarled and started punching the pillow as hard as I could "THAT ROTTEN, SLIMY, ABUSIVE, TWO TIMING, TWO FACED, IDIOT!" I screamed as I wailed the tar out of the pillow. "HOW DARE HE TALK TO ME AS IF WHAT HAPPENED DIDN'T HAPPEN!" I said angrily "THE PRICK THINKS HE CAN SLAP ME AND THEN ACT AS IF EVERYTHING'S OK?" I said, feeling something erupt in flames behind me, but I didn't care "SPOILED ROTTEN RICH KID BASTARD!"

"Han!" Sheila said, touching my shoulder "Calm down."

"I'M TRYING!" I shouted, my temper igniting a pile of dead twigs to my left (I was losing control of my powers and lighting fires all over the place.) "I'm just pissed off, as the infernos around us prove." I said before starting to punch the pillow again "THE BASTARD THINKS HE CAN BREAK MY HEART AND EXPECT TO BE ABLE TO TALK TO ME AS IF IT NEVER HAPPENED! LIKE HE NEVER SKINNING SNOGGED ONE OF MY FRIENDS WHILE I WATCHED AND THEN JUST SMIRKED AS I STOOD THERE, DEVESTATED! WHY I OUGHT TO…I OUGHT TO…I ought to…" I slumped down onto my seat, angry tears falling down my face.

"Shit." I said, burying my head in my lap.

"Are you done?" She-Cat asked.

"For now, before I want to kill someone…like me." I said bitterly, my voice cracking as thunder rumbled dangerously in forming clouds.

Sheila, Fireball, She-Cat and Ivy sat down around me, She-Cat morphing into her cat form and nudging my hand before going into the castle.

"Wow…" Sheila said as Fireball flew onto my shoulder "I've never seen Hannah this upset. Malfoy must've messed her up somehow, dumping her."

Ivy glared at her as She-Cat came back with my kitten, Hellion and Ivy's orange cat, Coral.

"Hey, guys." I said, nodding to She-Cat and the kittens as my black one sat in my lap, nudging my hand as I started to sob, making rain start to fall.

"Oh, Han, don't." She-Cat said, morphing back into herself "You want I could claw Malfoy's face off?"

Didn't help me much for laughing.

"She-Cat!" Sheila said as Fireball patted my head. "Han, what's wrong now? Malfoy again?"

Ivy glared at Sheila "No shit, Sherlock!"

I gave a muted wail and buried my head in my arms, making Ivy swear.

"She-Cat!" she swore.

"MEOW!" She-Cat said, and somehow knowing she was throwing her hands up in the air.

"I said the wrong thing!" Ivy said, spitting slightly "Malfoy used to send her Sherlock Holmes books over the summer. Han, it's just Malfoy, just get over it!"

I looked up and sniffed "I can't, Ivy. I miss him!" I said sadly.

Ivy stared ahead and snarled "The bitch!" she said suddenly.

I looked at her "What?" I asked.

"Harry, Fred and George just got banned from Quidditch." Ivy said shaking her head "Harry and George ganged up on Malfoy after we left and Fred had to be held back, but all in all, Fred didn't do anything."

I gaped "THEN WHY THE HELL IS FRED BANNED FROM QUIDDITCH!?" I demanded.

Ivy shrugged "Umbridge did the banning, it's Umbridge what do you expect. But, I have some good news." Ivy said, smiling.

I creased my eyebrows together "I don't think I want to know. I'm not in the mood."

Ivy smiled "Well, this you'll want to know…" she said, standing up and making me do the same "Hagrid's back."