AN: Here is chapter 6!
*Disclaimer I am not J.K. Rowling
Chapter 6
The First Quidditch Match
The next morning when I walked down to the common room after getting dressed in my Quidditch robes for the match. I found Malfoy sitting on the couch. Suddenly all of last night's events came back to me, and I felt blood rising to my cheeks. I don't know why I kissed Malfoy on the cheek last night, I just did. Harry and I showed each other a lot of affection, it was our way of reassuring/comforting one another. If he didn't think of casting Wingardium Leviosa when he did, we might not even be alive right now. So, to me it felt like the right thing to do, to say 'thank you'.
Malfoy turned his head as he heard me walking down the stairs. "Morning," he said with a small smile.
"Hey, about last night, I…" I said wanting to explain why I kissed him, but he interrupted me before I could finish.
"It's cool; a lot of girls would want to kiss me after I save their lives." He said smirking. I guess he found the kiss to be amusing. A bit of disappointment flashed through my body, and I wasn't sure why.
"Well, it was just a thank you, nothing more than that." I said glaring at him. "I'm going to get some breakfast before the match." I said walking away. At least he didn't think much of the kiss, but maybe that's what bothered me. It's not like I go around kissing everyone on the cheek.
"Wait up!" I heard Pansy yell as she ran down the stairs. I slowed my walk just long enough for her to catch up to me. "What's the matter?" she asked, noticing my glare.
"Nothing," I lied. I was not about to tell Pansy that I accidentally kissed Malfoy on the cheek. She would go berserk with jealousy. It was so obvious that she had a crush on Malfoy, and I was not about to ruin it for her.
"You can't lie to me silly; I can tell something is bothering you." Pansy said. "Does it have to do with Malfoy?"
"What? No! Well maybe." I sighed. I really didn't wan to talk about this with her.
"Oh really? Tell me!" Pansy insisted.
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe later, right now I want to eat something."
"Fine, but you have to tell me!"
In the Great Hall people were already chatting excitedly for the upcoming match. I glanced at the Gryffindor table, and noticed Harry was dressed in Quidditch robes too. Confused, I told Pansy I'd meet her at the table, and walked over to my brother. Could it be that Harry also didn't get in trouble when we had our little spat during flying lessons?
"Hey, why are you wearing Quidditch robes?" he asked me puzzled.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." I said, "I'm on the Slytherin team."
"Wow, really? I'm on the Gryffindor team!" Harry said.
"That's funny, I guess neither of us got in trouble after flying class." I said with small smile.
"I guess not." Harry said, "You're luck we didn't get into trouble."
"Well good-luck, you're going to need it." I teased. I wondered how good of a player Harry was.
"No, you're the one who's going to need the luck!" Harry said back smiling. I pushed him slightly before leaving to go eat breakfast.
When I reached the Slytherin table, I noticed Malfoy, and Zabini were already there. Not wanting to sit by Malfoy I sat next to Zabini. I still felt a bit awkward about the kiss and didn't want to be over thinking it just before a match. I needed to keep my head clear. When I sat down, I noticed a scowl on Malfoy's face. Smiling to myself I grabbed some bacon and eggs.
"Good-luck on today's match Miss Potter." I heard a voice say from behind me. Turning around I saw Professor Snape. He had this knack of walking up quietly behind people. Usually, he used this skill to tell kids off in his class when they weren't paying attention.
"Thank-you sir, I won't let you down" I said smiling up at him. He returned a small smile and limped away. I wondered how he injured his leg.
"I wonder why he's limping." Pansy mused out loud.
"I don't know, maybe he'll tell us in potions, it's got to be a good story." Malfoy said while eating some pancakes.
"Well, Zabini, would you walk me down to the Quidditch Pitch please?" I said, purposefully keeping my eyes away from Malfoy's eyes.
"Uh, I thought Draco was going to walk you down, and give you some tips" Zabini said uncertainly as he looked between Malfoy and me. I thought about it, and decided he was right. I was going to need to know what strategies would work best in today's weather. I could deal with a little bit of awkwardness, so I looked up at Malfoy before answering Zabini.
"Well, you can come too." I said smiling at him. "The more the merrier."
"Okay," he said, "As long as Malfoy is ok with it." Malfoy said he didn't really care so long as Zabini didn't interrupt him as he gave me advice on how to play today.
Ten minutes later, the three of us were walking down to the Quidditch Pitch. Malfoy was saying something about the sun, and the wind, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was trying to pay attention, afterall this was important information, but all I could think about was last night. It was quite frustating to not be able to just move on. Finally, we reached the Slytherin dressing room.
"Draco I'll save you a seat, and good-luck Chloe." Zabini said waving at me. I waved back as Malfoy finished analyzing the weather.
"Chloe, can I talk to you?" Malfoy said just before I was able to disappear into the tent. I noticed that for the first time he called me by my first name, it felt kind of nice.
"I suppose so," I said looking away, a rush of anxiety went through my body. We walked behind the changing rooms, and he grabbed my hands. I pulled back a bit because this surprised me. He held on tighter, refusing to let go.
"Listen, this morning I kind of acted like a jerk." He started to say. "I want to apologize and wish you luck today."
"You could've done that at the breakfast table." I said rolling my eyes.
"I thought it would be better to apologize privately." Then he leaned closer and whispered, "Can't let everyone think I can be a nice person." He gave me a wink, but all I could think about was how close he happened to be to my face.
"Hey Potter, get you sorry ass in here! There's no time for kissing, Flint is going over some tactics." I heard a voice say. I turned my head away from Malfoy, my cheeks a beat red, and saw Adrian Pucey, who was the voice I heard. He pointed at the tent, giving me a meaningful look, and went back inside. Great, he thinks that we were kissing. I thought to myself.
"I don't think you'll have to worry about people thinking you're a nice person, Malfoy." I said before leaving. "It seems like all you can think about is yourself and how you look to other people." I felt like his apology wasn't really an apology if he made it all about himself, and not wanting to look 'weak' in front of our other friends.
Before I turned the corner, I glanced back to where I left Malfoy standing. He had a look of astonishment, perhaps because I didn't readily accept his apology. Or maybe he's not used to someone talking back at him.
"There you are! We've been waiting for you!" I heard Marcus Fling, the Slytherin Quidditch captain say as I walked in.
"Sorry." I mumbled looking at the ground not wanting to meet his eyes.
"I found her out back, about to kiss Draco Malfoy." Pucey sneered.
"I'm not even going to try to explain what was happening with Malfoy." I said venomously glaring at Pucey. "But we definitely were not about to kiss."
"I don't care what she was doing, you idiot, now we need to get over some tactics!" Flint bellowed at Pucey.
The next ten minutes were spent with Flint telling us what to do, and what not to do. His last line, before we had to line up was, "For your sake, we better win." I felt a pit in my stomach. I knew Flint would do anything to win today, even if it meant playing dirty. I didn't really care if my fellow teammates bent the rules here and there to give us a better chance of winning. I, however, never cheated and planned to play my best.
Normally Flint would give everyone evil glares, which I got used to, but today it seemed to be worse. He glared at everyone, and even snarled when one of us got close to him. Knowing this wasn't a good thing I walked up to him, and put my hand on his shoulder. "Calm down." I said firmly.
"I don't need to!" He snapped back at me.
"Yes you do, if you don't calm down, we'll lose the match." I said calmly. The rest of the team looked at me like I was crazy for talking to Flint before the match. If Flint didn't try to relax, at least a tiny bit, I knew he'd act either too aggressive during the match or would be too emotionally unregulated to play a good game.
"You don't know that." He said, although I felt his arm relax slightly.
"Yes I do. Take a deep breath," I said. When he didn't, I threatened to punch him in the gut.
"I don't need to listen to you." He glared at me angrily.
"I need you to take a deep breath and calm down." I said sternly. I raised my fist, and he finally took a breath. "Thank-you, now just keep breathing like that. Feel better?"
"Yeah, I guess so." He muttered, "But don't you ever threaten to punch me again. You'll be off the team; I don't care what Professor Snape thinks."
"Right then," I said as I removed my hand from his shoulder. "Let's go kick some Gryffindor butt!" At those words the Slytherin team started to cheer. I was a little nervous, but I had to pull myself together. There was no doubt that this would be a close match.
We all lined up, under the stadium, and waited to go onto the field. I looked at my fellow teammates and smiled at them. Some smiled back, and the others just glared at me like saying, "Why the hell are you smiling, get your serious face on!" I rolled my eyes at them thinking that this team really needed to work on its attitude.
Outside I heard a horn sound, and soon we were all marching out onto the field. We were greeted by loud cheering, coming from the green and silver side of the pitch, and booing from the gold and red side. I couldn't really make out any of the face in the crowd, everyone kind of blurred together. I followed the rest of my team until we were got to the middle of the field.
Both teams lined up in the middle of the field. I looked around and saw Harry mounting his broom. I looked at my team, and noticed they were also mounting. Not wanting to look like an idiot I too mounted my broom. When both teams were in the air, and the captains shook hands, Madam Hooch blew a whistle, and the game began.
I was the first one to get a hold of the quaffle, and I started racing towards the goal posts. I soon had two of the Gryffindor chasers chasing me. I dodged and rolled my broom as I headed towards the end of the field. Just before I got to where I could throw the quaffle into a hoop beater hit a bludger at me. I remember something Malfoy had told me during one of our training sessions.
"The easiest way to dodge a bludger is to do a roll and going upwards." He had said before demonstrating it to me. Luckily, I had practiced this technique, and I was ready to put it to good use.
I dodged the bludger just in time, and I had also gotten the two chasers off my tail. I zoomed towards the highest goal post, and I noticed the keeper there waiting for me. I faked a throw towards the lower left post, and really shot at the right one.
That was another technique Malfoy had taught me. The Gryffindor keeper fell for my trick, and I scored the first ten points of the match. Letting out a loud whoop, I turned back to the middle of the field. I was being cheered on by the mass of green and silver spectators in the stands. I gave a wave to the crowd before turning back to the match.
The next point was scored by Pucey, and we high-fived each other grinning. The Slytherin crowd was going crazy. Then it crossed my mind that Harry was playing. I had completely forgotten about him, and I looked around to find him.
After a few seconds of looking, I caught a glimpse of his messy black hair, and glasses flying high above the pitch. He must be their seeker. I thought to myself as I zoomed after one of the Gryffindor chasers.
Harry POV
When the match started, I flew straight up above the pitch so I could easily look for the snitch. I had watched my sister score a goal, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit proud. She was a very good flying, and the way she dodged the bludger made it look like she did it with ease. Whoever was training her was doing a good job. I suppose flying skills was a family trait.
Slytherin scored a few more points, and we had a totally of twenty. We were losing badly. I needed to find the snitch, and soon. I tore my gaze from my sister, who had the quaffle again, and looked for any hint of gold. I flew back and forth between the goal hoops a few times before I finally caught a glimpse of the snitch.
It was by the Gryffindor goal posts, flying around the lower right one. I flew quickly towards it, hoping to be noticed too late. No such luck. The Slytherin seeker, Terence Higgs, saw me and was pursing rapidly. We were flying neck and neck by the time the crowd realized what was happening.
I stretched my hand out, because I was just a few yards away from the snitch, when Chloe flew right in front of me, and I had to brake as fast as I could so I wouldn't run into her. Higgs saw this as an opportunity to get ahead of me, and he shot right past me, barely missing my sister.
"SORRY!" I heard Chloe shot right before she made another goal.
"SLYTHERIN HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN WINS THE GAME!" I heard the commentator say. I groaned; I had almost caught the snitch. If only my sister didn't fly right in front of me. Something in my head told me she did it on purpose.
Chloe POV
We won the game. I couldn't believe it. Soon our team was hugging each other, and yelling. The Slytherin house ran out to greet its team. I found myself hugging Pansy and heard Zabini congratulating me. I felt like I was on top of the world. I scored over half the points we had before Higgs caught the snitch. All the hours I spent training paid off.
I looked around at the crowd that had gathered. I soon spotted the blonde hair that told me Malfoy was coming towards me. I internally groaned, not really wanting to talk to him. So, I grabbed Pansy's hand and headed towards the changing room. I had decided to tell her what happened before I went into the changing room before the match. However, I was planning on leaving out what Pucey said about us 'kissing'.
"Pansy, I need to tell you something, but you have to swear you won't tell anyone." I said once we were alone.
"Ok, you can tell me anything." She said smiling. I told her everything. About why I was upset earlier, and how Malfoy gave me a lazy ass apology before the match.
"Then Pucey came by, and I left him standing there." I finished quickly.
"Wow, I really didn't take Draco to be the apologizing kind." Pansy said, and I could detect a hint of jealously in her voice. It made me wonder if there was anything Malfoy should've apologized to Pansy for. "I think, that even though his apology suck, you should try to forgive him."
"I'm not sure." I said sighing.
"Well, I don't know what else to tell you. Draco was right when he said that many girls would want to kiss him. He didn't have to tease you about it, but that's just who he is." Pansy said with a shrug. "I know I would kiss him." She added with a small jealous look at me.
"I told you, it was only a thank you kiss. It didn't mean anything. But what really bothers me is the sucky apology." I continued to complain.
"Then tell him to give you a real apology. But don't expect it to be a public one. After all, he did tease you in private. He should be able to apologize in private too."
Pansy waited for me to change into regular clothes, and we walked back to the common room together. We dropped the subject of Malfoy and talked about the match. I relived every shot I made, and Pansy egged me on by saying things like, 'you were the best chaser out there'.
That night in the common room after what felt like hours, I found myself alone with Malfoy. I started to get up, so I could go to bed, not feeling like being alone with him again when he said, "Wait a second Chloe."
"What?" I asked a little more harshly than I intended to.
"Good job today in the game." He said simply. Then he walked to the staircase leading to the boy's bedrooms. "Have a good night." He disappeared, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I told myself I would demand a proper apology from him the next time we were alone together.
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