Hey all, first off, I wanted to thank those who reviewed/favourited/followed last time. It actually means so much. Simple reviews actually make my day more than you know. Secondly, I want to re-apologize for the no format thing last time. Shockingly, I actually am familiar with the concept of paragraphs. Imagine that. Continuing, here's the chapter. Enjoy! *cough*reviewpleaseplease *cough*

~Dani

Year 2

"The time we stood with our shaking hands,

The crowds in stands went wild"

"Hey, Weasley! A little birdy told me you were trying out for Ravenclaw Seeker." I heard Scorpius's voice calling down the hallway to me as his footsteps quickened.

"I thought we agreed that we weren't going to talk to animals anymore, Malfoy," I said, without turning around.

"Cut the sarcasm, Red," he said, falling into step with me, "Is it true?"

"Maybe, maybe not," I shrugged, "What's it to you?"

"What's it to me? I'm going to be Ravenclaw Seeker. I'd hate to see you get embarrassed at tryouts. After all, my father was Hogwarts' best Seeker when he was in school. It's in my blood."

I couldn't help but scoff. "Your father? The best?" I shook my head, "Uncle Harry was easily more talented. So if we're going off genetics here, I am clearly the better pick."

He flashed his signature Malfoy smirk, "Well if you're so sure, see you on the pitch." And he walked off.

I smiled. He'd see me on the pitch, alright. He'd see me win. Because that's what I do. I win. I win to help my house, I win to prove myself to the students of Hogwarts, but most of all, I win so I can make sure I always beat Scorpius Malfoy.


It was raining. To be quite honest, you'd think someone would put up a charm to protect Hogwarts from bad weather, but no. I was trying out for the Ravenclaw quidditch in a rainstorm. Naturally.

I didn't really mind rain, but as my shoes splashed through the wet grass and endlessly got themselves stuck in the mud, I found myself cursing the clouds and the sky and the existence of water itself.

He was waiting for me. His blonde hair didn't have a drop of water on it; charmed most likely. His sly grin made me regret not thinking of it as well as I felt my hair sticking to the back of my neck. "You ready, Red?" he called as I got close enough.

"'Course I am," I said, "You?"

"I was born ready."

Slowly, other hopefuls started trickling out from the change rooms, glancing wistfully at the sky or complaining to their friends about the weather.

Finally, an older boy stepped up and blew a whistle. "Ravenclaws! Listen up, we have to get through all these tryouts before the Gryffindors come take the pitch. We only have a few hours. Chasers first, follow me."

I sat down, pulling my robes up around me, and ran my fingers along the edges of my broom. I watched Scorpius, who was standing alone, not too far away. I thought of going over to him, but decided against it, instead weighing my odds of winning the position of Seeker. Malfoy was going to be good, that much I knew. He had too much pride to come out here and try out for something that he didn't think he'd be able to get. But I had a brother and two older cousins. James had been a Chaser for Gryffindor since his second year, and Albus was trying for Keeper this year. Hugo and Lily had long since decided which positions they wanted to play once they got to Hogwarts; Beater and Chaser, respectively. I'd grown up playing Quidditch, and I wasn't going to let Malfoy stop me from continuing.

"Seekers," the boy from before called out as the Chasers made their way back to the benches, "Get out here. Keepers, be ready."

I jogged out to where our Captain was waiting for us, Scorpius just a step ahead of me.

"Tryouts are simple," he said, Malfoy, a few other kids, and I stopped in front of him, "I'll release the snitch, and the first to capture it wins; just like a real game. There's no bludgers to watch out for, so just focus on the snitch." As he spoke, he let the golden ball fly out into the sky. "On my count."

We mounted our brooms, and I turned to look at Scorpius. "Let the best Seeker win," I said.

"I intend to."

I rolled my eyes, "Don't get too full of yourself, Malfoy," I said.

The captain started counting, and we dug our feet into the damp earth. "Please," he said, "It's what I do."

We both soared up into the rain, the cold water pounding down on my face. I tried fly higher than the other Seekers, to gain the advantage of a better viewpoint, but it quickly became evident that you couldn't see three feet in front of your own face anyways.

Cursing the rain, I circled the pitch, occasionally seeing a flash of blue, but never the whizzing gold I was looking for. My only comfort was that there was no whistle, meaning that none of the other competitors had found the snitch either.

After what seemed like an eternity of desperate circling, something caught my eye. I saw Malfoy, not too far away, suddenly snapping his head up in my direction and racing towards me. I followed his gaze and gasped, getting a mouthful of water in the process. The snitch. Floating not ten feet out of my reach.

I set myself into motion. I was closer than Malfoy, but not by much, and he was already moving. Before long, we were neck and neck, and the snitch flew off, keeping us in hot pursuit.

"Forget it, Weasley," I heard him yell above the wind, "You'll never get it."

"Don't be so sure," I said back, gritting my teeth.

I could hear the fluttering of the snitch's tiny wings, even above the relentless hammering of rainwater in my ears. It sounded like it was laughing at me.

We were close now. Both of us were flying faster than the snitch, and we were just out of arms reach. Both of our hands were outstretched, side by side. It was anyone's game.

I saw another flash of blue up ahead and thought of how if another Seeker came racing at the snitch from the other side, collision would be inevitable. It was time to end this.

Filled with a new resolution, I surged forwards. I flew upwards, throwing off the blonde Seeker beside me, and plunged back down, taking the snitch with me.

Scorpius flinched backwards as he realized what I'd done, and my wet fingers closed around the golden ball. I pumped my fist in victory and sailed back down to the ground, beaming.

Scorpius landed beside me, "Unbelievable," he said, "I had it."

I grinned, pinching the snitch between my thumb and forefinger, waving it in the air, "Evidently not."

Our captain walked over to us, flanked by two of the team's more intermediate players, "Weasley, right? You've got promise. And only second year too." He turned to Scorpius, "That was some fancy flying there, Malfoy. You play any other positions?"

"Beater," he said, seemingly unconcerned of his loss of the Seeker position.

The boy nodded, "Tryouts are right after the Keepers."

Scorpius walked back to the benches together, me still smiling and him shaking his head slightly. "Fair and square, I guess, Weasley," he held out his hand, and I shook it, "Good game."


We were suiting up for the first match of the season. We were playing Hufflepuff, so it wasn't as daunting as playing Slytherin or Gryffindor would be, but it was still both Scorpius and I's first game.

"Ready, Weasley?" he asked me, as we headed out onto the pitch. After I beat him out for Seeker, he became a Ravenclaw Beater easily. With his graceful flying and perfect coordination, he hadn't mishit a bludger since the beginning of the season.

We mounted our brooms, and before we took off, I smiled over at him, "Aren't I always?"

With the weather considerably better than that on the day of our tryouts, I could see across the entire pitch. Blue-clad Ravenclaws were dominating the action, and the stands were packed with people. I scanned the skies for the snitch, and saw the Hufflepuff seeker doing the same from the other side of the pitch.

I stopped circling, simply hovering over action, watching. I heard the bludger before I saw it, whistling towards me. I turned to face it, and although if I stayed where I was I'd be hit right off my broom, I couldn't find the willpower to move. I stared, stunned and wide-eyed, as it streaked towards me, all of my training abandoning me.

I winced back, preparing for impact that never came. I blur of blue robes and blonde hair flew by me, knocking the bludger off its course and towards an unsuspecting Hufflepuff Chaser.

"Watch yourself, Weasley," Scorpius called to me, "Wouldn't want our Seeker knocked out now, would we?"

I spun back into action, ignoring the sarcastic undertones, "Uh hu. Thanks Malf- oh!"

As I'd been transfixed on the bludger, the snitch had floated nearer to me, and without finishing my sentence, I raced off after it.

The game was won in less than half a minute.

I glided back down to the grass to triumphant applause from both my team and the students in the stands. I held up the snitch for everyone to see as Scorpius landed beside me. "Nice eyes, Weasley," he said over the applause, and I flushed red.

I'd always hated compliments.