Okay, so I'm hoping I get this right.

Two things I figured that I couldn't write well are battles and Quidditch games. Although I love the game of Quidditch, I'm more of the spectator. I would never play. I would mainly go to watch Ron play keeper to be honest.

However, as seven of our lovely characters do indeed play Quidditch (Draco, Rashida, and Harry are seekers, Blaise, Pansy, and Ginny are chasers, and Ron is keeper) it wouldn't make sense not to have some friendly rivalry between them. Plus this also gives me a chance to use one of my favorite characters in the series.

So here is my attempt at Quidditch. Hope you like it. And this will be two chapters.

On with the fic :)


Chapter 33: Gryffindor Vs. Slytherin Pt 1

Saturday morning and all the school was buzzing about the Quidditch Cup battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Bets had been placed, arguments had been made, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape had already been seen staring each other down viciously in passing.

Gryffindor had held possession of the Quidditch Cup since Harry's first year. Hufflepuff almost had a chance in fifth year, but thanks to Ron, he made sure the trophy stayed in the Gryffindor trophy case in McGonagall's Transfiguration classroom.

Harry had found out that Rashida had been seeker back in Africa for her house and immediately made her a reserve, knocking Romilda to the third and rarely played slot (much to the elation of Ron). Everyone, with the exception of Hermione was going to play today, and it was the pink hippogriff in the room that both sides pointed out with no hesitation.

The couples had been throwing playful banter at each other for most of the morning, though with Ginny and Draco, it didn't really seem playful, as it did vicious.

"You will be holding onto your broom today, right Weasley? Wouldn't want your gorgeous ass to flatten with you hitting the ground because of lack of grip." said Draco as he and Ginny walked in front of the others towards the pitch.

"Oh I'm Weasley today?" asked Ginny.

"Only until we win the game." said Draco, smugly.

"Then I guess I better get used to you calling me that, as you won't be winning against us anytime soon." said Ginny. "Instead of worrying about me falling on my ass, how about you focus on your butterfingers when catching the snitch? We all know how you miss sometimes."

"Cookie?" asked Blaise, holding up a pack of muggle Oreos that Hermione had gotten him.

"Don't mind if I do." said Rashida, taking one out and crunching it.

"I beg your pardon, I'm sure." said Draco, feeling very much insulted.

"Sure you do. Just remember the snitch is the small golden ball with wings and I'll be sure to only focus on the big red one that I concern myself with."

"I know what a snitch is, you cheeky little-"

"Mom and Dad please stop fighting." said Rashida.

"Yeah, save that shit for the field." said Ron.

"Gonna make some saves today, Weasley King?" taunted Blaise. "Certainly you're not going to let Pansy and I score on you."

"You won't be scoring anything today, git. Not if I can help it."

"Why are you guys so competitive? It's only a game." said Hermione, casually.

Everyone stopped walking and stared at Hermione as if she had insulted their mothers.

"Just a game, Hermione?" questioned Harry.

"Just a game?" mirrored Ron. "Quidditch is more than just a game. Quidditch is like...like...like breathing!"

"Quidditch is like the only thing that matters on this godforsaken planet" said Pansy.

Quidditch is every book you've ever read, Granger." said Blaise.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Quidditch is important to you." said Hermione, putting her hands up in defense and glaring back at them.

"What do you teach that girlfriend of yours, Weasley?" asked Draco as they continued their walk.

"Oi! Just because she doesn't like Quidditch, doesn't mean she is illiterate!" yelled Ron.

"I actually like Quidditch just fine…"

"I never said that, Weasley. We all know she is the brightest witch of our age. She just needs to be bright about more than her silly books."

"She can be bright about whatever the fuck she wants, ferret boy!"

"I'm right here you know!" said Hermione, aggravated.

"I'm just, as the American muggles say, yanking your chain?" said Draco, giving Hermione a genuine smile. "It's all in the hopes that it puts your strapping boyfriend off his game."

"You leave my keeper alone, you pasty git." said Harry as Pansy laughed beside him.

"Tosser." mumbled Ron.


Finally after more bickering, they made it down the the pitch where their fellow teammates were waiting. On the Gryffindor side, Seamus and Dean were the other main chasers, and the Creevey brothers, Colin and Dennis, were the beaters, while on Slytherin's side, Alex Flint, Marcus Flint younger brother was the other chaser, Crabbe and Goyle were the beaters, and Theo Nott was the keeper.

"Lovely day for Quidditch, aye gents?" said a familiar voice from behind them.

They turned to face Lee Jordan, Fred and George's best friend and former Gryffindor, who had graduated two years ago along with the twins and the majority of the Gryffindor quidditch team.

"Lee, what brings you about?" asked Ron, shaking Lee's hand.

"I couldn't miss commentating for this game, Ron. Fred and George would have kicked my sorry ass." said Lee. "I'm here to get the players names and positions so I can call them correctly. List, captains?"

Draco and Harry went to write down the list of names and positions for Lee. As they waited, Lee looked at the group, eyes landing and locking onto Rashida.

"Don't gather I've seen you around, love." said Lee, holding out his hand for Rashida to shake. Blaise began to eye Lee very closely.

"I'm a transfer from Africa. Rashida Mosi." she said, taking Lee's hand and politely shaking it.

"Jordan. Lee Jordan. Nice locks." he said, complimenting her hair.

"Yours are nice too." said Rashida, returning the compliment.

"Oh shit." whispered Ron in Hermione's ear as he saw the growing disdain on Blaise's face as he moved closer to his girlfriend.

"Careful Lee, that there's Zabini's girl." said Seamus, amuses by the scene.

Lee looked over at the disgruntled Blaise, who was staring a hole into his forehead.

"Indeed." said Lee, not the least bit intimidated as he continued the grip on Rashida's hand. "I'll be sure to try and remember."

"You do that." growled Blaise, taking Rashida's arm and gently pulling at it so her hand would slip out of Lee's, causing him to chuckle.

Draco and Harry returned, lists in hand. Lee took them and did a glance over.

"Pleasure doing business gentlemen. See you around, Rashida." said Lee, giving her a wink and Blaise a smug grin before heading up to the teacher's box.

"Fucking prick." mumbled Blaise.

"What just happened" asked Draco.

"He just practically fucked my girlfriend with his eyes, the slimy prat!" snapped Blaise.

"Oh come on, he was just being polite." said Rashida, knowing full well Lee was indeed taking a fancy to her. Though very attractive, Lee was absolutely not Rashida's type, not even close, but she didn't let Blaise know that.

"Bullshit. He was fawning all over your ass." said Blaise.

"Well, I do have a nice ass to fawn over." said Rashida, antagonizing Blaise for fun.

"Oh hell, you better not have let Jordan get into your head like that, Zabini!" said Draco, pointing an accusing finger at him. "We lose this game because of you, I'm hexing your ass onto your face!"

"I'm good, Drayke." said Blaise as Ginny and Rashida laughed.

"See you guys after the game." said Hermione.

"For luck." said Ron, giving her a sweet kiss before she took off towards the Gryffindor stands.

The two teams went to their locker rooms and prepared for the game. They each sat down to hear speeches from their captains.


"This is the most important game of the season and I know we can pull through, just like every other time." began Harry. "We have the best chasers since Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, and Alicia Spinnet, and what better beaters to replace Fred and George than you two blokes. And of course, we have our Weasley King."

"WEASLEY IS OUR KING!" chanted the team twice, making Ron's ears turn red.

"And of course we have you Harry." said Dean. "The best damn seeker Hogwarts has ever seen."

"You're too kind, Dean. Maybe not the best, but a hell of a lot better than that git over there." said Harry, pointing to the wall behind him. "As I was saying, we got this in the bag, especially since I feel we may have a secret weapon."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Dennis.

"Don't worry about it. Just focus on your positions and winning." said Harry as he prepared to continue his long winded speech.

Over at the Slytherin locker room, the other team was preparing to hear enthusiastic words from their captain as well.

"Don't fuck this game up! Now let's go win!" yelled Draco.

Draco was never one for speeches.