Chapter 9

Quidditch Karma

The next Friday following that…unpleasant experience with Draco calling Hermione a Mudblood, the Slytherins were playing the Gryffindors in the first Quidditch match of the season. I was more nervous than in my first match in first year, because my worst enemy was on the other team.

The morning of the match, Flint got us all up early and headed us to the change room. We went over the game plan one last time, and after a little pep talk, we were out onto the pitch.

But beforehand, Flint pulled me aside.

"Look, Potter." Flint said, grabbing my shoulders "You're playing a total bitch of a Chaser on the Gryffindor team…she completely loathes you, and will do anything to see you injured."

I nodded "I know. I don't think I helped that matter by punching her in the nose."

Flint laughed and nodded "Yeah, so…just some helpful Captain-Player advice…be careful around her."

I nodded and walked out onto the pitch. Hooch walked out and ordered the captains to shake hands. After the balls were released, we were off.

Draco flew off to the sidelines to watch for the Snitch with my brother. I flew over to Katie Bell and took the Quaffle right out of her hands (after a very polite "How was your summer, Bell?") and headed for Oliver Wood. I smiled at him and threw the Quaffle right past him and through the hoop. I smirked as Lee Jordan groaned "Ten-nil Slytherins."

Draco smirked as I flew back to protect our Keeper.

"All right there, Han?" he asked.

"You know it!" I said flying back in the other direction as Lucy Selwyn took the Quaffle back from Angelina Johnson.

I scanned the pitch for Drosie, but didn't see her until Selwyn scored again for Slytherin.

"All right there, Potty?" she yelled over to me.

I glared at her, then returned to the game.

A little while later, there was no sign of the Snitch, but there was some weird goings-on with one of the Bludgers. It seemed to be dead set on knocking Harry out of the sky. I grew suspicious, but still focused on the game.

My focus didn't last long. After another minute or two, Harry flew right by me, Draco barely noticing. I saw a glint of gold Harry was going after.

"DRACO!" I yelled "HARRY'S GOING FOR THE SNITCH!"

Draco snapped out of it and flew at breakneck speed after my brother. Drosie looked royally pissed off.

"YOU CHEAT!" she yelled.

I glared at her and flew back to my team, I wasn't going to let her destroy my focus.

My focus was completely destroyed when I heard a yell. I turned quickly to the source of the sound and saw Draco flying off of his broom. I gasped as he hit the ground and blacked out.

"DRACO!" I yelled out.

Drosie's eyes narrowed and she smiled evilly. "Give me that!" she said, taking George's Beater's bat. "You're next Potter!"

She went to the nearest Bludger and whacked it in my direction. I barely had time to react before it came hurtling towards me and smashed into my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.

I hit the ground onto my back with a sickening thud. I swore as Ivy barged up to Drosie.

"YOU BITCH!" she yelled lunging at her before Fred held her back.

"You ok, Han?" Hermione asked me.

I nodded, then winced from a sharp pain in my leg "I think so. I might need to go to Pomfrey."

"There isn't a need! You have to go to Pomfrey!" Ivy said, helping me up and slinging one of my arms over her shoulder. Ron and Hermione ran over to Harry, who had also fallen off his broom after the other Bludger hit him.

"It's a miracle you weren't knocked out!" Ivy said concerned as we entered the castle.

"I know!" I said weakly "I'm going to kill Drosie!"

"Save some of her for me. She has no bloody right to bleeding do that!" Ivy shouted, groaning slightly under my weight.

I smirked somewhat "Hey, V." I said.

"What?"

"You know something?" I asked.

"No…what?"

I giggled a little, then winced from the pain in my ribcage "It was exactly one year ago that I helped you to the hospital wing. Now you're helping me out."

Ivy laughed as we entered the hospital wing "Let's just say we're even." she said, dropping me on the bed next to Harry's.

Pomfrey tut-tutted as she examined Harry, Draco and then me.

"Two accidental injuries and one deliberate!" she yelled out, handing me the exact same potion that she used on Ivy one year ago. I chugged it in one go, then made a face.

"Now I know that I wasn't missing anything!" I said, fighting the urge to retch "That stuff does taste like shit!"

Ivy laughed and pulled up a chair. "Well, put it this way. Gryffindors and Slytherins are now equal when it comes to injuries."

Draco cleared his throat behind her. "Duff?" he said "Need I remind you that I was also injured in the match. And I was just in a bed for like…ten minutes? I just was released."

"Not as bad as me though." I pointed out.

Draco nodded, the beginning of a scowl on his face "Yeah. Blaise told me what happened when I came to. I'm going to kick Drosie's ass! You ok?"

"I will be in a bit." I said "But be grateful you didn't have to drink that crap." I added nodding to the empty cup by Harry.

Harry looked horrible. His left arm looked like one of those metallic balloons that were at most Muggle kids' birthday parties.

"Hey, bro." I said to my brother. "What's with the lack of arm?" I asked.

"Lockhart thought he could fix it. But he made it worse." Harry said, grimacing. "Mione told me what Drosie did. I'm going to kill her!"

"Get in line, Potter. I'm first." Draco sneered at Harry.

"You wish, Malfoy. I already claimed drop kicking Drosie's ass into next week." Ivy snapped, turning her head to Draco.

You'd think that it'd get better by now…but no. Vain walked in.

"Back off, Vain." Draco and Ivy said, blocking her view of me.

"Guys." I said looking at them both in turn "It's cool. I don't think she'd do anything with Pomfrey right there." I added, nodding towards Pomfrey.

Draco and Ivy hesitated then stepped aside as I sat up agilely. That potion must have worked. I guess I could have been released soon.

"What do you want, Vain?" I demanded coldly.

"Hannah," Vain said, causing me to gape. Drosie and her crew had always called me "Potter" or "Potterella" or "Potty" but they never called me by my first name. "I wanted to apologize."

I stared at her as I stood up "For what?" I asked.

"Being a total bitch to you since last term. I realized that over the summer that you had better intentions then Drosie does, and I immediately stopped liking her. Now…after this stunt she pulled, I hate her too. So…I'm sorry."

I smiled. "Thanks for the apology, Vain. I didn't think you had it in you."

Vain smiled to "Call me Jamie. So…are we cool?" she asked, holding out her hand.

I smiled and took it. "Yeah, we're cool." I said, shaking.

Ever since then Vai-I mean Jamie and I have been friends. And let's just say Drosie had another thing to call me. And that thing was "Friend stealing bitch.".

But I didn't really care. All I cared about was what I had that Drosie didn't. I had friends, where she only had a minion. I had the brains, where Drosie barely had a B- in classes.

And the part that really made me laugh. I had my first kiss. And I doubted greatly that she had had hers.