A/N: Thanks to Rar again for brainstorming with me regarding this task and to Tobiume for giving me helpful feedback. Oh and of course a big thank you to you reviewers/followers! (Pants for all! And to all a good pants!)
Chapter Five: Snitch Snatch; Snatch Snitch
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I got to the Quidditch pitch just as the clock tower chimed eight o'clock. I had one hour to complete my last three tasks. It was dusky and there was a heavy chill in the air. The bleachers were all lit up and, sure enough, I could see Cho Chang standing in the middle of the field with her arms crossed. A light layer of snow had accumulated on the ground and my boots crunched and squelched as I walked, my head held high with a strong sense of duty. I was like a horny little soldier going into a battle for the sake of my groin.
Jeers and whoops sounded out as I crossed the field and with surprise I looked into the stands. Pansy, Millicent, Parvati, Blaise, Daphne and Tracey were seated in the front bleachers.
"What's this all about?" I shouted. "This isn't part of the plan."
"You need a judge. He's arriving soon. I also brought you an audience," Pansy called back. "After all, you always do like to show off. Show us what you're made of, Draco!" The little crowd tittered. I flipped her off.
Cho Chang looked up at me.
"All right, Chang?" I nodded, with a sneer.
Her almond-shaped eyes were unhappy, and her face was worked into a stony expression. "Enough with the formalities," she said stiffly, and she shifted her feet in a way that suggested either impatience or nervousness.
I heard a voice from behind me and was instantly aware of Pansy's plans. "Sorry I'm late, Cho! I got an anonymous owl that said Hermione was trapped in the fifth floor broom cupboard and she's been missing all night so Ron and I went to investigate. I should have known it was a joke though as it was signed "Love, Voldemort". So what's this all about— what the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?"
I turned and chortled. "Evening, Potter. My, my! Your life certainly is the very opposite of dull. However do you find time to do normal things like take a pee or breathe when you're constantly off rescuing helpless people?"
Potter looked befuddled. "Cho, what's he doing here? What is this? I got notified there's a Quidditch emergency?"
Chang bit her lip. "Harry, I'm sorry. It's Parkinson—"she gestured to the bleachers where Pansy waved pleasantly. "She's behind this. She has an entire book full of rumors and information. She knows everything about everyone in this school."
I nodded solemnly. "It's true, Potter."
"And she's blackmailing me," Chang went on. "I have to go through with it, Harry. Malfoy and I have to have a race for the snitch and if he wins… well…" She blushed deeply, her cheeks a raspberry tone of brown, pretty like polished wood. "You'll see. Oh, Harry! It's awful." She sniffled.
"For all that's holy, don't cry," Potter commanded her. I cracked up laughing. And they call this arsehole a HERO! Chang glared at the both of us. "Er… What I mean is, you don't have to do whatever this is! Let's leave right now!"
"Leave and your social life is over, Ho Chang!" Pansy yelled. "Your choice, my sweet!"
Chang balled her fists and set her jaw. "I have to do this," she said, and faced me with a look of serious determination. "You're to toss the snitch, Harry."
"I don't think we should go through with this!" Potter said.
"No one asked your opinion. For once," Pansy shot back at him.
Parvati stood and walked out to the field, handing Cho a school Cleansweep.
"Parvati! What are you doing here?" Potter said, a little louder.
She shifted her eyes from side to side and did not reply. Millicent crossed over to me and handed me a school broom as well. She put her arm around Parvati's shoulder. Ah, so this was her lady friend of the month. Well, snakes. Parvati was very good-looking and a twin! I was distracted by the crappy broom and thus didn't have time to be jealous, otherwise I would have gotten very upset.
"A Cleansweep? Never," I snapped. "I only ride the finest brooms—"
"Come off it," Pansy said. "It's to be fair!"
I grumbled, but readied my broom, which already seemed a bit off. The handle was all wonky and the bristles were frayed. "No doubt you're used to riding cheap brooms," I whispered to Chang. "You might have an unfair advantage."
She grimaced but held my gaze and steadied herself. Parvati handed Potter a golden snitch and he raised it up in the air.
The group of students watching broke into cheers.
"One… two… You really don't have to do this, Cho—"
"Stuff it, Chosen One!" Millicent yelled.
"Three!" Potter announced, and tossed the snitch high into the air where it paused about ten feet above our heads and then zoomed down the opposite side of the field.
Instantly, I kicked off and began the chase at once. Chang was in the air at the same moment as me and as was my custom, I kept watching her out of the corner of my eye to see what she was going to do. She seemed to know which way she was going to go to follow it, and she sped through the sky, zooming ahead of me in the direction of the lake. I pulled forward, leaning into the broom and gripping it strongly. I felt the wind whipping my bangs and Chang's skirt was billowing up over her arse. I tried not to be too distracted and ducked into a dive as I noticed the glint of the snitch moving back across the field. We zoomed over the heads of the onlookers. Pansy shrieked loudly. It was difficult to see but the snitch seemed to be hesitating over the quaffle goal. Chang increased her speed, and the snitch glittered and zoomed downward. I braced myself, gritting my teeth and leaning back. Chang flew in beside me. I bumped into her brutally.
"Play fair!" she hollered.
"Why should I?" I grinned, and kicked into the broom.
"MALFOY! MALFOY! MALFOY," chanted my friends in unison.
The snitch was only meters away. We grappled, both wanting to be the closest, struggled to coexist in the air. And then suddenly, it seemed so close. It was right in front of us as we dipped downward toward the snowy ground. I saw the hunger in Chang's eyes. Just as it was nearly in my hands, the end of my broom dragged on the ground and I tumbled off, face-planting into the freezing sleet. "No!" I yelled, landing hard. I heard hollering and stomping in the bleachers.
When I looked up seconds later, expecting defeat (and what would that bring?), I saw that Chang's broom was on the ground and she was hopping up and down. My first thought was that she was celebrating. But then I noticed she was fanning out her jumper.
"It's stuck!" she cried out.
Potter ran to her side but Pansy stood up. "Do not interfere!" she said shrilly. "It's between them!"
I scrambled out of the snow and hurried over, instantly noticing the bulge of the snitch in Chang's jumper. Thinking fast, I slid on my knees in front of Chang, my head level with her torso, and reached up her lean stomach just as she shook out her bra. Expertly, I reached up and nicked the snitch out of midair.
I clutched it in my hand, pumping my fist with it and sneering with mischievousness.
"I won! I WON!" I roared.
Pansy and the others screamed with excitement. Potter's mouth was hanging open. Chang clutched her arms over her jumper, her eyes wide.
"It was on my person!" Chang protested. "I had it!"
"I won," I snapped. "Fair and square, you frigid bint!"
"You wouldn't know fair and square if it bit you on your bony bottom!" Chang howled.
"Silence!" Pansy screamed, and sauntered out onto the field. "I need silence!"
Blaise and the others settled down instantly. Patil, Chang and Potter regarded the two of us with apprehensive expressions. They were beginning to see how things went down in Slytherin.
"Potter, I'm a bit foggy on the details of Quidditch play. But as far as I know, Malfoy technically caught the snitch, didn't he?" Pansy asked, a hand on her enormous hip.
Potter gritted his teeth, meeting Chang's eyes briefly. "Not exactly! He accosted her! He got into her BUBBLE!"
"I didn't accost her! I didn't touch anything! I just touched the snitch!" I argued. "You caught the stupid thing in your bloody mouth—"
"It was MY OWN mouth!" hollered Potter, getting in my face. I could see the rage in his scary green eyes.
"Right, and say I happened to put my hand out in front of your mouth and you'd spat it into my palm. I would have caught it then," I asserted.
"YOU BASTARD!"
"Harry!" Chang urged. "Calm down!"
Potter was wheezing maniacally.
"Well, that's good enough for me," Pansy grinned. "Chang, you know what you must do next."
Potter looked like he was about to start foaming at the mouth. "AAAARRGHH! I HATE SLYTHERIN LOGIC!" He went for his wand but Millicent tackled him, sitting on his chest.
"GET OFF! GET OFF! RUN, CHO, SAVE YOURSELF!" shouted Potter.
"Harry! Stop," Chang said, actually sounding irritated this time.
Pansy giggled with delight. "Come now, Potter and take a seat with me. I want you to enjoy every moment of this." She snapped her fingers and Millicent picked Potter up by the scruff of his neck like a rag doll. Pansy wrapped her arm around his back and led him to the seating area, sending me a wicked smile behind his back. Potter struggled, and the two girls made sure to hold both his arms so he couldn't budge.
I turned to face Chang. "Well, that was an excellent bout of foreplay, don't you think? But I'm interested in my prize."
"You're ghastly," she said. "But I agreed to do this." She looked at the bleachers. "I'll be right back with my damned pants." She wheeled around, but I caught her by the elbows. Despite her athletic arms and boxy shoulders, she was very small and delicate in my grasp. Her head came up to my shoulder and her ink black, shiny hair smelled sweet like strawberries.
"No way, no how," I whispered throatily into her ear. "That wasn't the clue. I have to get them myself."
She shivered, and I knew it wasn't just because of the cold. "I hate you, Draco Malfoy," she said.
"The feeling is mutual, Chang." My heart beat quickened and I tossed a glance toward the onlookers. Potter's brows were furrowed and he was leaning forward. Suddenly, I was filled with a very strong desire to make this moment into a spectacle. I knew that Potter and Chang had tried to be a couple last year. I had been angry and resentful at the time given that Potter should never be allowed to date a hotter girl than I could get but like everything else he cocked that up famously. Chang was one of the most attractive girls at Hogwarts, and she'd been with two blokes who I had been in direct competition with (of course, Diggory died so I won that rivalry! HA!).
After sending a sneer directly at Potter, I brought my hand to her cheek, and very lightly ran my nail across her face.
She shuddered slightly, biting her lip. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you to the dark side," I said in a low voice. "Honestly, have you ever been snogged properly or has it been all rainbows and lollies and love poems?"
"You don't know how to do anything properly that you can't purchase," she said, staring me down.
"Ooh, very saucy," I replied, "but you didn't exactly answer my question. No matter. Actions speak louder than words, despite what they teach you in Ravenclaw tower." I grabbed a handful of her hair and leaned into her face, my nose rubbing lightly against her nose. My lips very nearly touched hers and she scrunched up her face, shut her eyes, waiting. I paused, smirking at her. Her eyelids fluttered open.
"If you're going to do it, be done with it," she said, but her voice was quiet and breathy. "If you even can."
I tugged her by her hair and met her lips with my own, tasting her mouth. She kept her lips set, but her posture loosened. Millicent whistled, and several of the others shouted their approval. She broke off the kiss and closed her eyes but when I brought my lips to hers a second time, she opened her mouth and kissed me softly. I pressed my forehead to hers, and dragged my head slowly over her face, drug it past her neck and made soft imprints there. I continued trailing down her body with my face, stooping lower and lower, my forehead softly rubbing down her small breasts and heart chamber, her stomach, hips, thighs. I kneeled on the ground, hardly noticing the cold of the snow. I gazed up at Chang, and she looked down, wearing a look of curiosity. I stared up her skirt and could see her white pants right there at the top of her pair of tanned, thin legs.
Leaning forward, I lifted my head toward her skirt and hitched it up. Chang was breathing hard and quivering. Very leisurely, I snaked my head underneath her skirt and little by little got closer to the band of her underwear. At once, I grasped the top of her pants in my teeth and pulled them down, down, down. I made sure to get a glimpse of her privates as I dragged her pants down her thigh. I very much wanted to give Chang more of a preview of what bedding me would be like but there simply wasn't time. Her legs wobbled as I pulled her pants past her knee, my hands on her bum. Once I reached her lower leg, I ceased in using my mouth and simply pulled her pants over her shoe.
"Brilliant, thanks," I said. My friends erupted in cheers.
"WHAT IN THE BLAZES?" screamed Potter, gnashing his teeth and fighting to get free.
Chang looked at me, and then at the bleachers. She looked at me again. "Malfoy," she said breathlessly. Her lips were open and she was leaning toward me.
I stared at her with a thin smirk. "Yes?"
Her expression suddenly morphed into a small smile that kind of made me fear for my life. "Have fun with your next task," she said. She took off, holding her skirt to her behind as she sped away.
Immediately, I looked at the white, tomboyish pants in my hands, but I could not even make out the first word in Chang's tiny scrawl before Potter flew at me like a possessed Cornish pixie and knocked me into the snow. He put his hands around my neck. I screamed and slapped him repeatedly in the face.
"Huzzah! They're finally brawling!" I heard Blaise shout somewhere from above us. "I've been waiting for this moment all my life!"
Will Potter wound Malfoy's flawless body?
WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THE NEXT CLUE?
And most importantly: Will Malfoy EVER get laid?