Disclaimer: Come on! Do you really think JK could write as well as this? Joking! Of course she can! Anyway, I'm not JK so obviously I don't own HP. I did make up the character Monique/Malcolm and I do like her. She's like the inner me who likes to throw things at people! lol
A/N: The match is drawing closer! I want to thank all my faithful readers and my reviewers! You keep my going and remind me to put some time aside to write my chappies. Unfortunately I won't be able to update as often now that I'm back at school. I have to face evil maths teachers and pretend I like them! Grrr! Anyway please please please review because my reviews do mean a lot to me. Thank you and on the with the fic!
Quidditch practices were going well. The whole team reckoned they'd win their first match against Ravenclaw, even if they had a new and fabulous beater.
"He's not a patch on you Malcolm," James grinned. Monique was, however, still worried. If she didn't win the upcoming game she couldn't reveal herself. Shit, I never thought of that! What if she didn't win? What would that prove? That boys play better than girls, damn it! And changing always ended up being a problem. Monique would always run to the boys' bathroom and quickly change then run up to the dorm so no one would notice. Of course they did notice eventually.
"Malcolm, why don't you stay down here and change?" Sirius asked, pulling off his Quidditch shirt. Oh god no! Put it back on! I think I've just been mentally scarred for life.
"Um…" Monique never saw this coming. Why is he so curious anyway? Does he want to see me naked? He'd get a shock if he did, I have a fanny for God's sake.
"Yeah, this is when we discuss important world issues," Felix, a chaser grinned.
"What? Like how to get Lily with James? Or to hear how you got laid last week?" Sirius laughed. God, he laughs like a bloody dog! What is his problem? It's like all I ever hear is yap yap yap! He sounds like a Chihuahua!
"Shut up guys, he might have issues down there," James said. Thanks Potter but unlike you I'm quite happy with my reproductive organs.
"Actually I have a fear of letting people see my nakedness and seeing other people's nakedness," Monique said.
"Really? What's it called?" Sirius asked. He'd finally pulled on a clean shirt so Monique could look at him. Why the hell do you want to know anyway! It's not like your life goal is to become a shrink. It's to bed as many women as is possible for one male. While other people will die of old age, I bet Sirius will die of too much sex.
"Erm, nakedaphobia," Monique lied smoothly.
"Ah, interesting," Sirius grinned. What's so funny about it? Don't diss my phobia!
"So I'm going to go and get changed in private. See ya," Monique said. That was a close call… and an insight of things Sirius wants to know.
Monique got changed then met Lily at the library. She was sat near the back with a large, dusty brown book in front of her. Monique recognized it as the book containing the chapter they had to summarise for History of Magic.
"How was practice?" Lily asked, absent mindedly as she skimmed through the chapter. That girl has superhuman powers. How does she read to fast?
"Ok I suppose," Monique replied, sitting down across from her best friend. "Lils, what if I don't actually win?"
"You will win," Lily said, not looking up from the page.
"What if I don't? Then I'll just be proving girls don't play as well as boys and then James will repeat the story before I throw something at his head and kill him," Monique said. Lily chuckled.
"Well if you don't win don't reveal yourself. Then train twice as hard and make yourself win the next time," Lily said. "I seriously doubt you'll be the reason for losing every game Gryffindor plays this year. Don't worry about it."
"Ok," Monique said. The match was that weekend. She needed to win. Monique got out her Transfiguration homework and started on that. But the thought of losing stuck in the back of her mind.
It seemed everyone was tensing up about Quidditch. No one could say who'd win for sure. Both teams were equally good. James tried to keep the team upbeat and confident but only succeeded in keeping Sirius arrogantly sure he would win (which wasn't really an achievement). On the morning of the match Monique didn't even bother putting food onto her plate.
"Eat something Mal," Kiera smiled. Monique grunted (in a very manly way) and shook her head, her dark hair ruffling. Kiera smiled in a dreamy way at her then looked down into her cornflakes, pink in the face. Great she still fancies me. A gay guy. Monique just stared out of the window trying to keep her mind of her churning stomach. This is worse than my period pains. Monique began nibbling at the skin around her thumb. The anticipation was killing her.
"Stop it, you'll end up eating your thumb off," Kiera said, pulling Monique's thumb away from her mouth. Who do you think you are? My mother? Monique just smiled.
"Come on Malcolm, got to get ready," James slapped him on the back. Monique got up and followed the rest of the team to the Gryffindor changing rooms. Monique slipped into the toilets to change. She hurried to the changing room for James's pep talk. She paid little attention to it, listening to the crowds outside already cheering. I think I've made a big mistake. She gripped her broom tightly as she walked out onto the pitch. She reeled from the cheering. It seemed much louder on the ground than it did in the stands. She seemed to be sensing everything in a much different way. Sounds were louder; she could see things sharply and could smell everything from the polish on her broomstick to the grass. She inhaled deeply and kicked off at the first sound of the whistle. She had her beaters bat in hand and could feel the wind in her hair. Sirius zoomed past, grinning. And there goes the grinning chimpanzee, she thought. That brought a smile to her face and put her at more ease. Thank god for my sarcasm! Chasing after bludgers with her bat occupied her mind and she was paying no attention to the score. She suddenly heard loud cheers from the Ravenclaw side. Her head jerked towards the goal. Damn it, they've scored. The next thing happened in such a rush. She felt something graze her ear.
"Malcolm!" someone yelled. Then she saw Felix falling to the ground with droplets of blood on his forehead.
"And Ravenclaw seeker, Matthew Anders, catches the snitch. The game ends leaving Gryffindor's score at 260 but Ravenclaw's score at…" Monique couldn't hear what the commentator said because he was drowned out by a loud moan from the stands. Monique couldn't hear a thing anymore. She was staring at Felix who was lead on the ground being seen to by Madam Pomphrey.
A/N Mwahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa! You don't know if they won or not! Tee hee hee! I'm so evil! lol Review! Review this fic! Thnx!