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Chapter Five
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Cause somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Will you remember me?
Cause I know
I won't forget you
I close my eyes
And all I see is you
I close my eyes
I try to sleep
I can't forget you
And I'd do anything for you
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Cause somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
I'd Do Anything by Simple Plan
"Morning!"
"AHHH!" Draco screamed, startled beyond belief.
"AHHH!" She screamed back. Draco guessed he startled her. Well, good. She shouldn't wake people up like that.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, it taking a second to register who was sitting less than six inches from the pillow in which his head was buried.
"To wake you up." Blaise laughed. "Mission successful, if I say so myself."
"Was it also part of your mission to scare ten years off my life?" Draco snapped, unable to sit up yet as he was still half asleep and dead tired.
"No, I think your constant worrying is responsible for that." She replied honestly before placing her hands on his shoulder and trying to shake him awake.
"Let me sleep!" He moaned. How was she even in his dorm? Boys certainly weren't allowed on the girls' dorms, why were the girls allowed in his? Did Pansy Parkinson know this? She mustn't or else she would constantly be up here, bugging him to death. Draco hoped she wouldn't find out.
"Joel wants us up early so we will be awake today." She said, still shaking him by his shoulder.
"Why does Joel want me up?" he moaned into his pillow. His soft, comfortable pillow which he hoped to remain with the rest of the morning at least.
"Uh, how about that big Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game he's been freaked out about for weeks now?" Blaise said, Draco, even though he couldn't see her, knew she had one perfectly arched eyebrow.
"That's today?"
"Yes, seeker, it is. Have you not seen the big countdown Joel has posted on the wall over here?" Blaise asked, motioning to the humongous poster Joel had pinned to the dungeon wall.
"I try to avoid Joel's side of the room as much as possible." He muttered into his pillow. "It's messy."
"Well, I'm sorry, but you are just freakishly clean." Blaise replied, glancing around his room. "These are hard standards to live up to."
"I am not freakishly clean." He argued. "I just like order."
"Some might say that you're obssessed with order."
"And by some you mean you?"
"I can probably get Joel to back me up on this."
"Well, he's messy."
"I think we established that. Someone needs to wake up."
"Someone needs to let me go back to sleep."
"Come on, get up." Blaise pleaded, now her hands were on his forearm, she was still trying to shake him awke. "Please?"
"No." He muttered grumpily, burrowing his head deeper in his pillow as if that would really drown out the sound of Blaise talking. Draco was really beginning to hate morning people.
Blaise remained silent. Draco was just beginning to get suspicious when wham, his head slammed onto the mattress and his green pillowcased pillow was in the hands of the green eyed brown haired witch standing next to his night table.
"Now that is just cruel." He snapped.
"No," Blaise laughed. "But this is," and with that she whacked him with his own pillow.
Draco couldn't believe how much Blaise seemed to flucuate. Only a few weeks ago, she was pouring her heart out to him in the wake of a storm and she was happy as could be, playful and energetic now. She amazed him in a way he couldn't explain.
"Hey!" He groaned, finally getting up and desperately trying to find a pillow to hit her back. Unfortunately they were all out of reach. Fortunately, he remembered that he was a wizard.
"Accio pillow!"
"Oh, that is so cheating!" Blaise laughed, plopping herself down at the foot of his bed, still laughing.
"The game is really today?" Draco asked, dead tired.
"Yes!" Blaise said with a smile, so she wasn't exactly going with the I'm-dead-serious-approach but going with the I'm-dead-serious-but-you-are-being-hopelessly-stupid-so-it's-hilarious-approach. "I'm quite surprised that Joel didn't wake you up. Last time I saw him, he was trying to wake Clarissa up by shouting from the bottom of the girls dormitory stairs. She's still asleep but most every other female Slytherin is up and if Joel wasn't so darn adorable, they might just be mad at him."
"You think Joel is adorable?" Draco repeated, this comment catching his attention.
"Ha! I knew that would grab your attention." Blaise smirked, standing up. "Now, you have five minutes to get dressed. Meet me downstairs. If the fifth minute rolls around and you aren't there, I will come back with reinforcements, also known as Pansy and Millie. I'm sure they would love the tid-bit that girls can go into the boys dormitories. Honestly, I'm surprised they've been here this long and haven't figured it out."
"You wouldn't." Draco said, staring at her.
Again, she smirked like a true Slytherin. "Try me."
"Give me five minutes." He grumbled, his head falling back on his mattress, no pillow to catch his fall.
"Three seconds to spare, nice." Blaise teased when Draco finally came down the stairs in his Slytherin uniform.
"Would you have honestly gotten Pansy and Millicent?" He asked as they left the Slytherin common room and moved into the dungeon hallway.
"Do you think I honestly would have talked to them unless forced to?" She replied.
"I didn't think you would!" He said, suddenly quite grumpy because he lost several minutes of extra sleep because he was gullible. Damn his gullibilty.
"Finally!" Joel said as Blaise and Draco sat down with the rest of the quidditch team at breakfast.
"Breakfast just started." Draco replied, still not awake and still not happy about being awake.
"Shut up. He made me come down here before breakfast even started." Clarissa grumbled, her head resting on her arms on the wooden table. She never even looked up to grumble.
"Okay. The Gryffindor team is like this, Harry is seeker." Joel said, to the four members of his quidditch team who were actually awake. Only one of these four was actually paying attention, Draco noted that only Blaise seemed to listen. Jamie and Jesse were sitting across from each other, Jamie was next to Joel, and they were both clearly cross about something. Graham was awake but was busy swirling the syrup around on his waffle to actually notice Joel's game plan which now involved the use of the salt and pepper shakers, the bottle of syrup, several utensils, and a coffee cup as quidditch players in their various positions, a game plan that only made sense to Joel himself and no one else. "Ginny Weasley, Katie Bell, and Seamus Finnigan are chasers. Two guys, Peakes and Thomas, are beaters and Ron Weasley is the keeper again. I think we may actually have a shot. Are any of you actually listening to me?" he snapped, realizing that now he had no one's attention. The response he got, however, was much more than he bargained for.
"I can't remember where I left my quidditch robes." Blaise said, thinking out loud.
"I cannot believe that you were going to ask Corrine out." Jamie hissed.
"Well, it's obvious that she likes me more than she likes you!" Jesse snapped.
"Uh, the only way she would like you more is if she was hit on the head with a bludger!"
"Hey, this is no time for fighti-" but Joel was unable to finish his statement.
"GRAHAM!"
"I am so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to spill the syrup Clarissa!"
"CLEAN IT UP!"
"Corrine likes me better!"
"Draco, did I leave them in the team room from practice?"
"Okay, Corrine batted her eyes at me at the quidditch try-outs. Ask Blaise."
"Ask Blaise what?"
"Blaise, you lost your robes? We have a game in less than two hours!" Joel yelped.
"Graham clean the syrup up! It's in my hair!"
"You shouldn't have let your hair fall on the table!"
"JUST CLEAN IT UP!"
"I can't remember the spell!"
"Then invent one!"
"Why would Corrine like you?"
"Well she went with me to Hogsmeade last year!"
"She went with me too!"
"Graham, the syrup!"
"I'm trying, Clarissa!"
"They're in my trunk!"
"What's in your trunk?"
"My robes."
"CORRINE COLT LIKES ME!"
"Well, this ought to make beating you guys a whole lot easier." An unwelcome voice laughed.
"Yeah, doesn't look like teamwork." Dean Thomas added to Katie's comment. Dean looked at Draco, and if looks could kill, Draco would have died twelve times over. Clearly, Dean wasn't over the Talking-With-Ginny-Weasley Incident.
"Scourgify." Hermione said with the wave of her wand, vanishing the syrup that was in Clarissa's hair and on Graham's sleeves. She didn't do it to be nice though, Draco could tell, it was purely a superiority thing.
Jesse and Jamie had shut up, both were still mad, although at least now their anger was directed at the opposition and not each other. Joel quickly shuffled his make-shift quidditch pitch, sending forks, straws, and Merlin knows what else flying, to prevent the Gryffindors from looking at his game plan, although Draco highly doubted that they even knew Joel meant the spoons and salt shakers to be quidditch players, let alone in any set pattern. Clarissa looked like she was trying to decide whether or not to thank Hermione and Graham was clearly debating whether or not he should spill the syrup again just to spite know-it-all Hermione Granger. Blaise, Draco saw, had become cat-like, her usual demeanor was gone and her hair was practically standing on end and she was waiting to hiss at Hermione, may she make one false move.
Several from the other houses that were already awake were staring. Draco recognized several of the Hufflepuffs, a bratty curly haired kid, Justin Finch-Fletchley, the hyper second year Blaise pointed out a few weeks earlier as Rose Zeller, annoying Zacharias Smith and Quidditch captain himself, Eric Cadwallader, no longer eating breakfast with his younger sister Erin, but watching the brewing fight. Lisa Turpin and the a favorite gossip topic of Clarissa's and Christinia's, Mandy Brocklehurst, and Michael Corner, along with the most interesting and puzzling Ravenclaw of them all, Luna Lovegood, who Draco noticed seemed to be without the Lion hat she adorned to the pervious years games. Several more Gryffindors were headed towards them, Weasley and Potter, surely coming to aid their brainaic friend with stupid comebacks and Seamus Finnigan, whom Draco knew was still quite pissed off at Blaise for messing up his elbow, although he hadn't been her intended target and Seamus had at least acknowledged that if nothing else. The Gryffindors stomping towards the Slytherin wasn't what truly caught his interest though. It was the Gryffindor that wasn't, a Ginny Weasley.
"We'll see who wins." Joel snapped.
"Well, the only way we are going to see who wins is if we have a mirror." Kate hissed.
Blaise gave Jesse a look, both of them with eyebrows raised.
"You know because we'll win and we can't look at ourselves?" she explained.
Jesse snorted. "Yeah, we understood it. It was just stupid."
This time in was Blaise who snorted and then tried to cover her laughing up in turn nearly choking. Jamie smacked her hard on the back.
Katie snarled and huffed away, Hermione on her tail. Dean stayed a second longer, just long enough to glare at Draco as he had done ever since Ginny and Draco had been caught talking in the hall.
"Okay, we have to win, if nothing else than to make that comment seem more pathetic than it was." Jesse laughed.
"The syrup is gone though," Clarissa said, examing the ends of her loose curly blonde hair.
"Do you ever think before you open your mouth?" Jamie asked, resulting in laughter from everyone except Joel and Clarissa, although Graham promptly stopped as soon as Joel glared at him.
We Slytherins are the best
We will beat all the rest
Oh yes we will
The Gryffindors will lose
They will cry boo hoo
Oh yes they will
We will win the game
They'll be put to shame
Oh yes they will
"Jamie, that is a horrible song." Graham muttered, fastening his emerald green quidditch robes.
"Yeah, even worse than that song Bletchley made us sing last year. Merlin, I hate Weasley is our King." Clarissa grumbled, searching for her green hair ribbon, for some reason unbeknownst to Draco, on the boys side of the team room.
"It gets stuck in your head and is there forever!" Jesse complained, handing Clarissa her ribbon. Draco didn't want to ask why he had it.
"Here, let me help you," Blaise said, appearing from the girls side in her matching robes, offering to tie back Clarissa's hair in the same fashion Blaise's was.
"I like having another girl on the team." Clarissa beamed as Blaise tied her hair.
"So do I." Jesse muttered. Blaise looked at him. "What? I hated having to tie Clarissa's ribbons for her!"
"Do I even want to know how you know how to a girl's hair back?" Joel asked, looking back and forth from his clipboard to Jesse.
"Probably not." Jamie laughed and Jesse scowled. At least , they were sort of getting along now.
Joel muttered something to himself and moved several of the pieces on his clipboard. Jamie took the moment of silence to begin singing again "We Slytherins are the best-"
"Shut it!" Jesse growled, clamping a hand over Jamie's mouth. "Now that song is stuck in my head! Dammit!"
"Slytherins are the best?"
"No! Weasley is Our King! AHH! I hate that song!" Jesse yelled.
"Welcome to first Quidditch match of the year, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Today's commentator is Ravenclaw Luna Lovegood." Professor McGonagall shouted in the mega phone. "Would the quidditch teams please make their way onto the field."
The captain led the way for the team, the rest followed in pairs. Joel walked out on the field, following closely by Clarissa and Graham, then Jesse and Blaise, and Jamie and Draco.
"Quidditch Captains Potter and Pritchard, ha they both start with Ps, make your way to the center." Luna said, laughing at the names. McGonagall shook her head and Draco wondered what in the world potion Luna must have slipped McGonagall to let her commentate, because anyone who had ever spent more than five minutes with Luna should have known not to allow her to commentate.
"I want a fair game." Madame Hooch hissed, eyeing Blaise and then Ron. Neither Joel nor Harry gave any evidence that they heard her.
"The Quaffle is tossed..." Luna said, for once not in a dreamy state. McGonagall looked relieved. "And Graham Prichard takes off towards Keeper Ronald Weasley. You know I met Ronald Weasley on the train. He tells very funny jokes. Ask him to tell you one, you'll laugh." she assured the crowd. McGonagall smacked her hand to her forehead and just sank into the chair next to Luna, knowing that there was nothing she could do now.
"Pritchard lost the Quaffle, now Ginny Weasley has it, now Pritchard does, but the other Prichard not the first Prichard, both Pritchards really shouldn't be chasers. Well, now the other Pritchard has it, not the other Pritchard, the first Prichard, no now its the other Pritchard, the other Pritchard being the second Pritchard although I guess he really is the first born so maybe he should be the first Pritcha-"
"She's giving me a headache!" Jesse screamed to Draco, as they were flying near each other.
"-rd. I'll just call them by their first names. Joey Pritchard passes it to Clarissa Hawthorne. She's very pretty, I think. Don't you think Professor?" Luna asked McGonagall.
"It's Joel Pritchard, not Joey!" Draco heard Corrine scream from where she was cheering in the stands close to where he was flying. Christina Woodbury and Kate Judd were right next to her, all three wearing green rosettes pinned to their cloaks. Draco noticed Corrine seemed practicularly eager to cheer on Joel and not Jesse or Jamie.
"And Blaise Zucchini whacks a bludger right at chaser Katie Bell."
"Zucchini?" Jesse and Draco said to each other in unison.
"I don't really know this Blaise character but Draco Malfoy likes her and Draco Malfoy is cool." Luna said, nodding. "Hi Draco!"
Draco could feel his cheeks burning in the crisp cool autumn air as the Slytherins snickered.
"Would you stick to Quidditch?" McGonagall pleaded with Luna.
"No, I'm not a very good player." Luna said, misinterpreting McGonagall's comments, causing a roar of laughter from the stands.
"Okay, Hawthorne has the Quaffle, Finna-something took it, passed it to Ginny, hi Ginny! Ginny shoots, Jamie Hart dives, ouch! And he's hit his head on the goal post thanks to that bludger from Dean Thomas, Ginny's boyfriend. He's got a bit of temper that one."
"Ginny scores!" Luna screamed, doing a little dance that wasn't particularly graceful, Draco almost thought she was having a seizure in the commentator's booth until McGonagall asked her to stop dancing.
"Hey Hart!" Jesse bellowed, flying closer to him. "You all right?"
"My head hurts!" Jamie said, clutching his head with one hand and using the other to stay on the broom.
"Kind of a ringing sensation?" Jesse asked.
Jamie nodded and then had a look on his face like he seriously regretted that.
"CUT THE CHIT CHAT!" Joel yelled as he flew by taking the quaffle from Ginny.
Jesse sent a bludger that was clearly headed towards Draco flying but was unable to save the one that Dean had sent at Jamie. Katie had blocked Blaise from getting to it.
"Oww!" Luna and the Slytherins cringed. Jamie took the bludger in the left side, now Jamie was fit but he certainly wasn't big enough to take a bludger at close range and not move. He fell backwards through the middle hoop, his broom, falling with him.
"JAMIE!" Blaise screamed from where Katie still had her blocked, preventing her from flying towards him.
Jamie fell fast, Jesse and Draco were both on his tail, but neither were fast enough. Jamie came crashing down into the sandy pit below the goals, not moving from where he landed.
"LEAVE HIM!" Joel bellowed to Jesse and Draco. They both hesitated but flew away when they saw Theodore Nott and Eric Cadwallader coming foward to carry him off the field and to the hospital wing.
"This means war." Jesse commented and Draco nodded. The Gryffindors started this game and it would be up to the Slytherins to finish it.
"Gryffindor leads seventy to ten." Luna said, minutes later. "The lack of keeper has definitely helped the Gryffindors. I hope Jamie is okay. He reads the Quibbler you know..."
Draco highly doubted that Jamie read the Quibbler but he was in Luna's year so maybe Luna did know more about him than Draco did.
"And Finnigan is down!" Luna screamed into the mega phone. McGonagall next to her stood up to see. Draco hadn't even seen Jesse hit that bludger but sure enough Seamus was lying on the grass below, this time Cormac McLaggen and Neville Longbottom came out to take him off the field. Draco was sure it was McLaggen that would be helping him off, Neville certainly didn't look like he had any respectable amount of strength...
"And Thomas retaliates with a bludger at beater Zucchini! That one had to hurt." Luna said, wincing. "Hope that wasn't her quill hand." Draco looked, it was her quill hand.
Only a few more minutes passed but it felt like hours to the two teams. This match had become an all out war, nearly every player on the field, and the three in the hosptial wing, Joel joined them after Peakes accidentally slammed into him causing him to fall off his broom, had injuries. Draco personally took a bludger to the shoulder, in addition to Blaise's earlier hand injury, she also lost a bit of her broom when Katie clipped her, Ron had a gashing wound on his knee, blood on his robes, Peakes had a black eye, Potter took a bludger to the elbow, Katie hit a hoop when Clarissa cut her off, Clarissa had a huge bruise on her cheekbone from Dean's beater bat, Dean and Jesse were unscathed, Ginny's hand was hit by a pinballed bludger between Peakes and Blaise, and Graham kept doubling over in pain from a bludger in the stomach, but refused to quit.
"At rate this game keeps up we could have a few casualities by lunch time." Luna said, much to the dismay of McGonagall. "I have my galleons on Graham being the next to drop."
"MISS LOVEGOOD!"
"Well, putting my money on Thomas or Green would just be silly. They're not hurt yet." Luna reasoned. "But give them time."
"We will be discussing this after the game," McGonagall hissed probably not intending on the entire pitch hearing it through the megaphone.
"Oh, I was wrong!" Luna winced. "Peakes is down!"
Peakes, swinging and missing the bludger, took it square in the shoulder and fell backwards right into the arms of Katie Bell, who upon realizing that he was out cold, lowered her broom to the ground where Jack Sloper and Professor Sprout rushed over.
"Let's play fair!" McGonagall shouted into Luna's megaphone. Luna didn't seem to notice.
"Right now the Slytherins are down by one hundred and sixty points and a keeper and a chaser. The Gryffindors are down a beater and a chaser." Luna said. "I have received word that Seamus Finnigan is all right and awake."
Three quarters of the audience cheered.
"However, he will not be rejoining the game as Madam Pomfrey wants his knee to heal." One quarter of the audience cheered. "Thank you, Jack Sloper for this news brief."
"Hawthorne has the quaffle, she flies past Ginny, ducks around a bludger sent by Thomas, Zucchini hits the bludger back towards Thomas, HAWTHORNE SCORES!"
If Draco found the snitch now, they would tie. He was going to wait. They had to win this one.
"Ginny has the quaffle, bludger nailed by Zucchini, quaffle passed to Bell, oh intercepted by Pritchard, Graham that is-"
"It's Blaise ZABINI!" McGonagall snapped.
"Okay Graham has the quaffle, my, he can sure fly fast, him and Clarissa Hawthorne work well as a team, oh Hawthorne is stopped by a body slam from Thomas. Merlin, is he out for blood this game. Graham regains possession of the quaffle, no Ginny has it, ducks a bludger from Green and Graham tries to act as surrogate keeper but is too slow due to his injury, Ginny scores!"
Draco noticed a gold glitter right above his head. If he caught it now, Slytherin would lose. However it would put the team out of their misery. Graham was still clutching his stomach, it was obviously killing him. Clarissa's bruise appeared to be growing, his own shoulder was killing him, Blaise was no longer gripping her broom properly. Jesse was the only one still unscathed and Draco knew that Jesse would rather play on his own than give up to the Gryffindors.
Draco took off towards the opposite side of the pitch in hopes of Potter following him. Luckily, he did and Potter went into a dive with him.
"NO! FOUL FOUL FOUL!" Luna was screaming into the megaphone. Both Draco and Potter looked up they could nearly touch the grass and were forced to come to a stop, an emerald-robed player was falling fast, but still way above them, they, or at least Draco, couldn't tell who it was. It wasn't Jesse, however, who was diving towards the falling body.
Draco started racing towards the fallen player. Was it Blaise? Was it Jamie? Clarissa? Joel? Graham? He frantically asked himself, forgetting that two were already in the hospital wing. A red haired Gryffindor was flying towards them too, Draco hadn't noticed the Gryffindor until then. Was it Ron? Was it Ginny? Why couldn't he get an answer to his questions?
"Clarissa!" Jesse screamed. Draco saw the look on Jesse's face. It was pure panic.
NO! Draco thought wishing he could speed the broom up. He, Jesse, and the Gryffindor he now knew to be Ginny were moving so slow and Clarissa was falling so fast, he thought his head was going to explode.
She was getting closer, Ginny was getting closer, Jesse was getting closer, he was getting closer.
And then there was a scream, a thud, another scream, a yelp, a sob, and a crash into the ground.
"What happened?" McGonagall yelled, standing up to see out of the box.
"Beater Jesse Green has caught Chaser Clarissa Hawthorne. Clarissa still is not moving. Seeker Draco Malfoy and Chaser Ginny Weasley seem to have collided and are now on the ground in a tangle. Are they okay? I like Draco and Ginny!" Luna wailed, stomping her foot.
"Blaise?" Draco muttered, not sure quite what was going on but definitely knew that there was grass pressing against his cheek and a broom handle poking him in the side.
"No," the body next to him muttered. "I'm Ginny."
"Ginny!" Potter yelled, Draco could see him sprint towards them. Harry picked Ginny off the ground as if she weighed nothing.
"OUCH!" She hollered, whipping her arm away from him.
Jesse landed on the ground, Clarissa in his arms, Madam Hooch runnings towards the five on the ground.
Colin Creevey and Ernie McMillian came rushing over, Madam Hooch magicked up a strecher.
"Madam Hooch has called a time-out due to the number of injuries!" Luna called. "Clarissa's strecher is being accompanied by Hufflepuff Ernie McSomethingorOther to the hospital wing. The univolved players, Graham, Dean, Blaise, and Ron are coming towards the scene. Harry is uninjured from this particular foul as is attacker Katie. Madam Hooch is examining Ginny Weasley's wound on her face and her hand that was injured earlier. Wait, Madam Hooch is saying something...Ginny is out of the game! Unbelievable! Sloper, what is she saying?" Luna called to Jack on the ground via some sort of communication device. "Ginny is being accompanied to the hospital wing by housemate Colin Creevey due to extensive injuries to her head and hand!"
"Are you all right?" Blaise and Madam Hooch asked Draco at the same time.
"Yeah." He moaned, struggling to get to his feet. Jesse offered him a hand but he declined.
"You!" Madam Hooch snapped, finger pointed at Katie Bell. "Get off the field!"
"What?" Katie snapped. "It was an accident!"
"You had no reason to ram into her! She didn't have the quaffle!" Graham screamed, Draco noticed he was still holding his stomach when he thought no one was looking.
"She wasn't holding a quaffle and you hit her with a force that was uncalled for if you just meant to block her. It is a foul! Now, off the field!" Madam Hooch said.
"And Chaser Katie Bell is off the team. Two Gryffindors and one Slytherin taken out with one quick foul! At this rate, few will make it out alive!" Luna called into the megaphone. "Take your pick on who will be the last one standing!"
"This is not funny!" McGonagall hissed.
"Who do you think will be the last one standing, Professor?" Luna asked, it appearing to Draco that Luna had no idea that she had crossed the line. "I'm guessing Jesse."
"Resume play and I mean it when I say play fair!"
"Play is resumed with four Slytherins and three Gryffindors, however Graham Pritchard of Slytherin is not looking good. Do you need a healer, Graham?" Luna asked. "And Graham has indicated that he does not need healer but the look on his face tells us otherwise."
"GO GRYFFINDOR!" A roar from the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor sections. A few Ravenclaws cheered too, but it almost seemed to Draco that perhaps a few were noticing that maybe the Gryffindors were playing a tad bit rough.
"Pritchard, the only remaining chaser in the entire game, has the quaffle, he swerves past Thomas, past Harry, and it's IN! Slytherin scores! Right now it's a 450 to 310, Gryffindor. If either Draco or Harry caught the snitch at this point their team would be secured the win."
"Watch out! Whoa! Zucchini, I'm sorry Professor, Zabini nearly avoids being nailed with a bludger but she manages to clip it with her bat and send it towards Keeper Ronald Weasley, who avoids it with a nice roll on the broom. Excellent, Ronald!" Luna called, waving to the Gryffindor seeker."Okay, remaining beater Dean Thomas sends it back, ooh, it barely misses the blonde head of Draco Malfoy, who cannot seem to find that snitch!"
This was getting ridiculous. Draco was tired and prayed that this game would end soon. It was now rounding on dinnertime, the sky was darkening, rain clouds overhead, and some of the crowd had already left out of boredom and coldness. Now, Draco thought this was probably one of the more interesting games Hogwarts had probably ever witnessed but it had lasted several long hours already and surely the crowd was getting restless.
"I hurt," Graham winced, looking like he was having issues breathing as he flew past Draco after scoring another goal. "I can't take this."
"Come on, a little longer," Jesse said, tapping a bludger away from them. "Just get the snitch Draco."
Like Draco hadn't been planning on doing that all along.
"Ronald Weasley scores! Clearly, beater Blaise Zabini was not meant to be a surrogate keeper." Luna said. "Now will someone please catch the snitch?"
"I'll cover goal." Draco heard Jesse call to Blaise she nodded and then motioned towards the sky. Draco looked up. It was going to rain. Soon.
"Looks like the Slytherin beaters have noticed the weather. It does look like it might rain..." Luna said. "Did you know Professor, that the Crumple Horned Snorkack is a fan of the wet weather?"
"Miss Lovegood would you please pay attention? Slytherin just scored!" Professor McGonagall roared motioning to Graham who had managed to throw the Quaffle past Weasley.
"Oh, beater Jesse Green just took a bludger to the shoulder! Zabini hurries over to prevent it from hitting him again, but Dean Thomas has other plans, Draco is flying towards something, Harry hasn't moved yet, Dean whacks the bludger at Zabini, Zabini has two bludgers flying after her, ouch! Zabini manages to hit one, in turn hitting Ronald Weasley, who has now dropped the quaffle, but the second bludger ricochets off of Blaise's broom, Blaise is now hanging under the broom by both hands, the left one was injured earlier by a bludger from Dean Thomas, she has already let go of the broomstick with her left hand, it appears swollen, what is this, Slytherin chaser Graham has helped her back up, beater Thomas and captain Harry Potter are furious, both are screaming about something after Thomas nearly collided with Harry, Graham is flying towards the ground, I believe he is giving up, Green appears to be nursing a shoulder wound, Potter has just noticed that Malfoy is streaming towards something, Dean swings a bludger at Draco, Blaise intercepts the bludger with the tail end of her broom, I think that broom is out of comission, yes, Jack Sloper has indicated that Zabini is rapidly descending, Green has taken off towards Thomas, Potter, and Malfoy, Potter is gaining, but not quick enough, does he have it, no, he lost it, Potter has apparently too. Pritchard's wounds are so immobolizing that Sprout appears to be trying to treat him right on the edge of the field. Slytherin is now down to three players and two brooms, all three players considerably injured. Gryffindor has three players. Jesse Green sends a bludger flying towards Potter, Potter feints and dodges the bludger, what's this? Green appears to be picking Zabini up from the middle of the pitch where her Nimbus 2001 died. Both beaters are on one broom, Zabini has wrapped her injured left arm around Green's waist and has her beater's bat in her nondominant hand. Will this work for them or will this tactic bring down the players?"
Draco frantically looked around for the damn snitch. Where the hell was it? This game needed to end! Three players were already in the hospital wing, one was moaning in pain on the field, one broom died in the game, two shoulders were dramatically injured and were still playing, and one left hand now appeared to be quite bruised and battered. Would it end already?
That's when he saw it. Potter took off at the exact same time, it was right above Dean Thomas's ear. Potter tried to motion for Dean to move but he didn't understand. Both Draco and Harry were headed straight for Dean, why in Merlin's name was he not moving? Deer in headlights or something. They were gaining if they didn't move they would surely collide, move Dean dammit, Draco thought, barely centimeters between him and Harry, both pressing for the spot were the snitch was, the spot were Dean was hovering, if he caught this they would win by fifty points, if he could just move a little faster...Dean still didn't move, last chance for Draco to move, no he was going to take the hit and win the game-
"Harry swerves to avoid Dean Thomas who was preoccupied with a bludger but Slytherin seeker Malfoy plows ahead, taking out the Gryffindor beater, and wait, yes, yes it appears that Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch, SLYTHERIN WINS BY A MERE FIFTY POINTS!" Luna yelled, jumping up and down in her quidditch booth.
"Official scores just in. Slytherin wins with a score of 530 to 480. Slytherin finishes with three players on the field, beaters Jesse Green and Blaise Zabini and seeker Draco Malfoy. Gryffindor finishes with three players on the field, beater Dean Thomas, keeper Ronald Weasley, and seeker Harry Potter. Thank you for listening and I am Luna Lovegood."
"Finally," McGonagall audibly muttered near the megaphone.
"How'd I do Professor?" Luna asked. Draco had to laugh that Luna was clueless enough to even bother asking McGonagall a question that the whole school already knew the answer to.
The Slytherins in the crowd were screaming in delight. This was the sweetest victory they had possibly ever had.
"DRACO!" Blaise screamed in happiness at him as Jesse and Blaise neared the ground in the pitch where he was standing still holding the snitch. "YOU GOT IT!"
"We won!" Draco said, it still seemed quite unbelievable. There wasn't even enough players in total left on the field to fill one team. Draco smirked when he saw Dean Thomas land and slam his beater's bat into the ground, it bouncing back so hard that it nearly hit Weasley.
"It's raining," Jesse said, Blaise's arm still around his waist. Draco felt oddly annoyed at this but quickly dropped this thought when Jesse caught him off guard and threw his arm around Draco's neck for one big group hug. They fell backwards onto the pitch ground, where it was rapidly becoming quite muddy.
"That was the dumbest thing we've ever done," Blaise laughed in pain at the fact they chose to fall backwards in excitement since all three had injuries that were only upset by the fall.
"I know." Jesse laughed. "And it hurts and for some reason I find it hilarious."
"We are bloody morons." Draco added though he himself was laughing. He was only vaguely aware of the Slytherin rosette some tossed towards them that landed near Blaise's elbow.
"Bloody morons who won!" all three shouted in unison and then the laughter ensued.
"WE WON!" Jamie shouted, obviously he had just come running from the castle.
"Watch it!" Blaise laughed as Jamie threw himself into the group pile.
"You okay, dude?" Jesse asked, rubbing his own shoulder.
"I woke up about two hours ago. I've been listening to commentary in the hospital wing but when we won I ran down here. Look at my bruise!" Jamie said, proudly lifting up his shirt to reveal a massive purple bruise on the left side of his abdomen. "Pomfrey gave me some paste to put on it."
"Anyone who is hurt make your way to the hospital wing!" Madam Hooch shouted at the four muddy and soaking wet Slytherins, all of whom she knew were injured.
The four Slytherins marched happily towards the hospital wing. Draco and Jesse were reliving each moment that either one outsmarted a Gryffindor while Jamie and Blaise were still examining Jamie's bruise and were having a serious debate as to what it looked like, Draco thought it looked like a bludger mark, which was what had hit Jamie but he wasn't going to bring it up and rain on their debate.
"THERE ARE TOO MANY PEOPLE IN HERE!" Madam Pomfrey shouted. "If you aren't injured, get out!"
Lavender Brown, Katie Bell, Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey and Parvati Patil scampered out. Corrine Colt, Christina Woodbury, Kate Judd, and Pansy Parkinson left but weren't as eager to follow Madam Pomfrey's orders. Hermione Granger stayed put, ignoring her. Draco hoped Pomfrey would noticed and give her a detention at least. The mudblood deserved that.
Pomfrey ushered everyone into a bed, even those who didn't need one. "But honestly, it's just my shoulder, I can stand-"
"Sit down!" Pomfrey said, forcing Draco to sit on a bed between Graham and Peakes, who were talking over him.
"Broke two ribs." Graham said motioning to the bandage around his chest.
"Dislocated shoulder. Took a bludger to it." Peakes said. "Missed it when I tried to bat it away."
"I think you had the one honest injury in the whole game." Draco commented and both Peakes and Graham nodded.
"I think so." Peakes said. "That was a hell of a vicious game." Draco noticed that his black eye looked worse than earlier.
"Peakes!" Dean Thomas shouted.
"Are you injured?" Pomfrey asked, glaring at Dean. He shook his head. "THEN OUT! YOU TOO!" She said, ushering both Dean and Hermione out the door.
"How did you get muddy?" Pomfrey asked just noticing the state of Jamie's robes. "DID YOU LEAVE THIS HOSPITAL WING?"
"No," Jamie whispered in a clearly guilty tone.
"YOU HIT YOUR HEAD! YOU HAVE TO STAY HERE!" she bellowed.
"Ugh," Clarissa moaned, holding her ears. Madam Pomfrey, clearly woke her up.
"Oh, dear, let me put this on your face." She said, smoothing the same paste she had given Jamie on Clarissa's bruise which to Draco thought looked sort of like a Chocolate Frog card. Clarissa wouldn't be happy to hear that. Not that she'd be happy to hear that her bruise was in any other shape.
Nearly four hours later, the Slytherin players were deemed fit to be released from the hospital wing.
"You know," Jamie said, "we look like a walking advertisement for a medical supplies company."
Clarissa laughed and then put a hand on her jaw, apparently laughing hurt her.
"We play Ravenclaws next." Joel muttered, walking with his arm around Clarissa.
"Ahh, we can take 'em" Jamie crowed, waving his hand as if they were nothing. "After this I betting we could take on England. Or at least Scotland."
"Okay, I want to figure this out, who took out who?" Joel asked, Draco was sure that was mentally making a million quidditch notes for future games, even though Joel Pritchard would never ever play against this particular quidditch team again.
"Thomas hit the bludger at Jamie that knocked him to the ground." Jesse said. "And Peakes crashed into you, so you fell, but I'm not entirely sure that he meant to hit you. He doesn't seem as malicious as Thomas."
"Dean Thomas does seem to have a vendetta against us." Clarissa noted. "More so than the others."
"Draco and I had a bit of a run-in with Dean a couple of weeks ago. We were talking with Ginny and he really didn't like that. In fact, he was yelling at her about it." Blaise confessed, moving away from Joel and closer to Draco as she said it.
"Oh, really?" Joel said, eyeing both of them as if it was specifically their fault for the brutal Gryffindor players.
"We were getting along with Weasley." Draco snapped, shielding Blaise a bit from Joel. "Dean flew off the handle for no reason. Ginny even told him that. He just doesn't like Slytherins."
"I don't like Gryffindors." Graham replied, folding his arms over his chest. "My stomach still hurts from the bludger Dean hit me with."
"What's the password?" Blaise asked as they rounded the corridor to the entrance to the common room.
"Nimbus 2001." Draco answered and they filed into the opening, with once again Joel leading the way for his team.
"CONGRATULATIONS!" the common room roared when all seven players were in the entrance.
Draco took a second to look around the room. Madrigal Evans, the cynical yet realistic first year, and her classmate, Nora Willows, a small, quiet girl with hair the color of chocolate milk, were holding up a huge banner that read Go Slytherin! Christina and Kate were both still wearing their rosettes, Corrine's however was suspiciously missing, Draco assumed she was the one that had thrown it at him, Jesse, and Blaise.
"Oh, way to go, Draco!" Pansy giggled and came up to him and planted a kiss on his cheek before he even realized what she was doing. He pushed her away in disgust and caught Blaise choking with laughter on a drink that someone had handed her as they walked in.
Draco wiped his cheek with the sleeve of his robes, making a mental note to have a ceremonial burning of these robes as soon as possible.
"You're here for only two minutes tops and she already got ya," Blaise laughed and then downed a little more of her drink. "Want some?" she asked, holding the cup up to his face.
"Um, no thanks." He said and Blaise shrugged. "What are you drinking?"
"I dunno." She answered, absentmindedly rubbing the hand she hurt earlier. "Theodore gave it to me."
Theodore, a lanky boy with an annoying knowledge of useless information, was standing in the corner laughing about something with Joel, Aidan Conner, and Brian Colt, all were holding cups identical to Blaise's.
"It's kind of like a spunky butterbeer." She decided before taking another sip. "I sure like it though."
"Draco!" Jamie called from his spot on the sofa. "Come 'ere!"
"What's up?" He asked, plopping on the sofa between Clarissa and Jamie. Jamie was eagerly chatting with Corrine who was sipping her drink and watching Jamie intently.
"Was Katie the Gryffindor that accused Blaise at the try-outs ?" He asked, Corrine nodding behind him.
"Yeah."
"I told you; I was there." Corrine hissed, but not in an upset way. "Popcorn?"
Draco looked at it. It was caramel. He liked caramel. "Thanks."
"Well, Clarissa wouldn't let us near the accident. You were the only non-team member over there." Jamie replied, taking a handful of the caramel popcorn.
"Blaise wasn't a team member at the time either." Corrine countered, Draco wondered how resentful she was that Blaise made the team instead of her.
"What about me?" Blaise asked, wandering over with Theodore and Joel. Blaise sat herself between Jamie and Draco, while Joel scooted Clarissa down to sit next to her at the end of the sofa. Theodore just sat on the coffee table next to Corrine.
"Nothing." Corrine answered, looking away from Blaise and to Jesse and Jamie, both sitting next to each other and fighting for her attention. Draco was sure that by now Corrine knew that she had both of them wrapped around her finger. She however, clearly was not interested.
"That's a lie." Blaise said. "I am tired."
"Me too." Jesse, Joel, Draco, and Clarissa answered at the same time. Everyone laughed, Pansy's sounded like a dog was being strangled.
"Not me!" Jamie shouted. "I'm ready for round two! Come on, bring it!"
The laughter continued, all though this time it included some shaking of heads in disbelief at Jamie.
And the party continued well into the early hours of Sunday. Draco had enjoyed it overall, Jamie gave several re-enactments of his fall by climbing onto the fireplace and catapaulting himself onto one of the plush emerald green sofas, Draco suspected that he had had several of the drinks he believed to be a mixture of firewhiskey and butterbeer before attempting this feat. They played music loudly and proudly, even causing Professor Snape to come and ask them to settle down especially after Jesse and Jamie's duet of Slytherins are the Best, althought promptly after the riveting duet they got in a fight and preceeded to fight about the pettiest things the rest of the party. Some of the Slytherins started dancing to the music, Joel and Clarissa were probably the best and Draco absolutely loved when Goyle stepped on Pansy's foot and they both fell to the floor, Pansy hollering in pain. There was another scuffle later when Corrine tried to cut in on Joel and Clarissa and Clarissa refused while Joel accepted, both Joel and Corrine walked away from that conversation with a smack from Clarissa.
"Tired..."Blaise muttered, resting her head on Draco's shoulder. She certainly wasn't the only one. On her left side on the couch, Jesse was already fast asleep, and on Draco's right, Graham had passed out hours ago. It was nearly six in the morning. Draco was pretty sure he too might have drifted off earlier, too tired to make his way up to the dorm, but he couldn't remember. Only a few Slytherins remained awake, Joel and Theodore were playing some card game over by the popcorn, most of the Slytherins had gone to bed, a few were asleep like the team in the common room. Corrine was curled up on an arm chair near the fire place, and a second year whose name he couldn't remember had fallen asleep on the window seat, his head leaning against the wall, like Draco that time he and Blaise stayed up talking.
"The party can't end yet..." Jamie said, his voice trailing off as he was clearly tired from all his jumping around and singing numbers.
"Not yet..." Blaise replied, but didn't finish her thought as her eyelids were too heavy to keep open. Draco allowed his own to close, ending his perfectly happy day with a wonderfully happy moment.
Author's Note: Hi ya! Thanks so much for reading this chapter, I hoped you liked it. Writing quidditch commentary is really difficult, I'm not a big sports fan, I've only ever played soccer which has no commentary, so I've never really listened to commentary but I figured Luna was commenting (I originally was going to have Corrine commentate, but after reading Half Blood Prince, I decided that Luna was a much more fun character, turns out she's really hard to write for) so it was okay if it was a little weird. I also didn't realize it until my friend that read this over for me pointed it out (Hi Lauren!) that I had a lot of people with the same letter names (Jamie, Joel, Jesse and then Corrine, Clarissa, Christina) but all of these characters were mentioned in earlier chapters so none of their names could be changed, I hadn't realized that when I was writing this, sorry.
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