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Chapter Three
Nothing exciting had happened up to the Saturday of the Quidditch Match. Most of my time was split between doing homework, lessons with Stefani and Phoebe, and Quidditch practices. Yet all the time, there seemed like something was not quite right; then I figured what it was. Every since he had asked me to Hogsmeade, Flint had never been able to keep his eyes off me, much to the annoyance of the twins, Angie, Alicia and Wood. Fred seemed more annoyed than the rest and accompanied, or was nearby, me everywhere I went. Although this pleased me at first; it did start to annoy after a couple of days.
The morning of the match dawned very bright and cold.
Walking into the Great Hall; the reception in which the Gryffindor Quidditch team was met was amazing. The gryffindors gave us a loud cheer. Every year I was surprised at the amount of cheer which we received ; but then again it had always been like this ever since I joined the team back in second year. I sat so I could see the Slytherin team, looking mad and determined to wipe the smiles off our faces; but I did not notice a certain person's face; but I think Fred did as he seemed to tense up beside me.
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The Whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch by eleven, all talking excitedly among each other and waiting for the match to begin.
Meanwhile, in the locker rooms, the teams were changing into their Quidditch robes, Gryffindor in scarlet, Slytherin in green, while the captains gave their teams the usual pre-match speech. It was time.
"Welcome to the first match of the season." Lee Jordan's voice filled the stadium amidst the sound of loud cheering coming from the stands as the two teams walked out.
"Today's match: Gryffindor versus Slytherin!"
Marcus and Wood shook hands; Wood tried valiantly not to wince as Marcus attempted to break every bone in his hand. Marcus looked at me and winked. Then fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle, and the game began.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson as she flies towards the Slytherin goalpost."
Montague had slammed into her and she lost hold of the quaffle; which was quickly caught by Warrington who passed to Flint who headed back to Wood. He passed to Montague but I managed to intercept it, giving Flint a quick wink, before passing to Alicia. Alicia passed to Angelina who shot straight towards Bletchley. She feinted one way and shot. Miles missed it by an inch.
"Ten points to Gryffindor!" The crowd roared with approval. Montague lost no time. He immediately caught the quaffle and looped back. He passed to Warrington who passed to Flint. Flint passed back to Montague who missed due to having to dodge a bludger sent at him by Fred. I caught it and passed back to Alicia. Alicia flew towards the Slytherin goalpost; she and I kept passing the Quaffle between us until we were in shooting distance. I shot and scored.
"Twenty points to Gryffindor!"
Warrington took the quaffle and looped back. He passed to Montague who passed to Flint. Flint passed back to Warrington who missed due to having dodged a bludger. Angelina caught it and passed back to me. I attempted to pass back to Angelina but Montague slammed into me, knocking me off-balance, and caught the quaffle one-handed. They were starting to play dirty. They were heading to Wood. Wood was not intimidated by being flown at by three muscular Slytherins. Flint shot at the left hoop. He deflected it and it was once again in Gyffindor's possession. Flint looked furious. I was heading to the Slytherin Goalposts when a bludger hit my broom and caused me to lose possession of the quaffle; it was caught by Flint, who seemed to give a sympathetic look before heading towards Wood.
"Ten points to Slytherin," Lee stated rather flatly. Flint had managed to score past Wood. The game continued on. I scored another six goals but was finding it hard; both Montague and Warrington were doing their best to knock me off my broom. Even though both Fred and George were trying to keep the bludgers off me, the central target for Bole and Pucey, I was still finding it tough to score any goals. Flint scored another three goals, Angelina and Alicia both scored one and Montague another two.
"Gryffindor leads Slytherin ninety to sixty," Lee announced.
Whilst moving backwards and forwards across the pitch, I saw Higgs surveying the arena for the golden snitch. I hoped that he would not spot it and that Harry would catch it first. We did not want to lose our reputation, Gryffindor had the won the Cup every time since Charlie Weasley had joined the team; hopefully Harry would carry this on. He was definitely a good seeker.
"Wait! Higgs's seen something! He's dropped into a dive! Potter's right behind him! They're both gaining! Folks this is what we came to see! This is the moment!"
The rest of the two teams stopped to see which of the seekers would catch the snitch, hoping it was our own. Come on Harry. Please, Please catch it before Higgs. The crowd 'oohed' as both Seekers crashed to the ground. Then, unbearably slowly, Potter raised his fist to the air. His fingers curled around the golden snitch.
"Potter's got the snitch! Gryffindor wins!" There was a roar of triumph from Gryffindor house. Potter raised his fist to the air to show the Snitch to the cheering crowds. The rest of the Gryffindor team landed and ran to Harry and engulfed in a huge team hug. Once the hug broke up, the three chasers began to walk towards the changing rooms, but not before I had a quick glance at the Slytherin team. They were fuming; Flint was shouting at Higgs for not catching the snitch; he looked up at me, noticing my eyes on them, and walked towards his team's lockers. Fred and George had lifted Harry on to their shoulders as a crowd of Gryffindors gathered around them cheering and waving their Gryffindor banners!
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I made my way to Hospital Wing to get my nose and arm fixed, thanks to Montague for elbowing me out the way so that I could not take the quaffle out of his possession and to one of the beaters for sending the bludger my way to stop me from scoring. Angelina, Alicia and Fred had all offered to go with me, but I had declined, saying for them to get the party started back in the Gryffindor common room; plus seeing as my injuries were not serious, I hopefully would not be spending the night in there.
I was making my way back to Gryffindor common room, after getting my injuries fixed quickly by Madame Promfrey, when I walked into what felt a brick wall, but was actually firm body. I looked up to see what I had walked into, when I stared into grey eyes, and saw coarse black hair. Marcus Flint. I stopped breathing, thinking of ways of how to dodge around him.
"Well, well. What have we hear?" he sneered. "A Gryffindor on her own. Maybe you should look where you going"
When he made to step towards me, I instantly stepped back, uncomfortable. Flint continued to follow me as I continued to move backwards till my back hit the stone cold wall of the castle. Just typical for no teachers to be around when I wanted them. He placed a hand on either side of my head and leaned forward. My breathing hitched. I closed my eyes in anticipation as his face neared mine.
"What do you want?" I asked, trying to sound more confident than what I was actually feeling. He smirked at me; I looked into his eyes trying to find some answers, but could not see any in his unemotional face.
"You. I want you," he replied, breathing in my ear, making shivers go up and down my spine. I tried to push past him, but he would not let me.
"Too bad. You are wasting you time, you will never get me," I answered, trying to stop my voice from sounding nervous.
"We will see." He chuckled. With that his lips came crashing down on mine. But surprisingly, they were soft and the kiss was nice, not too hard, but just right. When he pulled away he had a huge grin on his face. "That was not too bad."
"Is that all you wanted?" He looked hurt, but he was not going to get away with kissing me.
"Are you alright? I could have hexed both Bole and Montague for doing that to you," he asked with hint of regret in his voice.
"I am fine. Why are you so concerned about the feelings of a chaser on a different Quidditch team anyway?"
"I care about you. Do not ask me why, but I do. Just give me a chance." I shook my head disbelievingly.
"You know it will never work." I cleared my throat and pushed against his chest determined to get away. Flint allowed me to push past him, brushing his fingers against the exposed skin of my stomach where my shirt had ridden up. My skin tingled.
"I wish it could. I wish you knew my true feelings," I heard him say. I turned and made my way back to the Gryffindor common room, not before giving him a sympathetic glance.