A/N For those of you who love quidditch and enjoy reading about quidditch matches, I apologize for the sheer lack of quidditch in this chapter. I will defend myself by saying, I fucking hate sports. This wasn't always the case. As a child, I would attend a plethora of various games with my dad. His love of basketball was matched by no one. March Madness was a real thing in my household. He was a die hard Chicago Cubs fan who never won a championship. American Football was played endlessly during the play offs. He had a very healthy relationship with sports that was enduring. All was fine with my relationship with my sports until my ex-husband.
My ex husband was obsessed with sports. He would watch nothing but ESPN (an American sports TV network). He would watch anything competitive related. I even caught him watching a thrilling game of darts once. His love of sports drove me to absolutely loathe them. Before the days of streaming, I asked for one hour of TV viewing time for myself a week. ONE HOUR, but he would consistently take the remote away from me during commercials to, you guess it, check ESPN. There were a great many things that pissed me off about my ex husband, but this took the cake. My deep hatred of sports (and my ex husband) prevented me from being able to write a decent quidditch game scene. I tried for two weeks, but in the end this is all you get.
Again this isn't a song fic, but music again has made it into this chapter. I've been a little obsessed with the band Disturbed recently. I thought Indestructible was a great song for a sporting event. Hence why there is a quidditch game at all. Look the song up and play it LOUD.
There is a small time jump as well. Last chapter the date was April 24th this chapter is April 30th. There is a brief mention of the week's events, but more will be explained in the next chapter when Mia takes the reins again.
I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's probably not one of my strongest attempts. Your support means so much to me. Thank you for your comments, kudos, and faves.
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Chapter 51 – America Versus England
30 April, 2010
British Amateur Quidditch Field
Godric's Hallow, Somerset, United Kingdom
Draco Malfoy
The Americans just took the quidditch field. Our British team, consisting of Potter, George, Angelina, Blaise, Oliver Wood, Adrian, and myself are watching them lap around the field. Josh, Jason, Mike, Sasha, Mychealia, and Colton are performing a rather impressive six player shuffle. Once they make a lap around while performing the shuffle they break into a six person broom surf down the field. They then perform an impressive six person Wronksi Feint, and manage to all pull up at the same time about one foot from the ground. A loud song is playing for their intro onto the field. The red, white, and blue fireworks explode into the sky. Red, white and blue smoke is pouring from the tops of the stands while they continue various tricks on their brooms.
"DID ANYONE TELL THE AMERICANS OUR COUNTY COLOURS ARE THE SAME?" Blaise yells in my ear.
I smirk and yell back, "NO, WE ARE USING HOGWARTS COLOURS FOR OUR INTRO."
Adrian on my left side leans over and yells, "THESE FUCKING WANKERS, IS THIS WHY THE WORLD HATES AMERICANS?"
Angelina says, "ISN'T THIS SONG A BIT AGGRESSIVE FOR A QUIDDITCH MATCH?
Potter adds, "I THINK IT'S COOL."
I shake my head, "QUIET POTTER! THE ADULTS ARE SPEAKING."
He gives us a two-finger salute, while Blaise, Adrian, and I have a proper chuckle at his expense.
The very loud Rock music echoes through the pitch as the Americans show off their flying skills. The crowd erupts. "USA! USA! USA!"
The song continues and I catch the lyrics.
"I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW
THAT I HAVE BECOME
INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMININATION IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE
A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION WILL BE AVOIDABLE
EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THE OPPONENT HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND WHILE YOU ARE ALIVE
I'M INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR" (A/N: Footnote 1)
The loud music blares throughout the pitch. The arena is set up, so the teams enter from opposite sides of the pitch. Since the music began deafening the ridiculous amount of observers to this now overrated friendly quidditch game. Red, white, and blue fireworks have been going off. The Americans are entering the pitch first. Five hundred Americans, thanks to Mia's private company jet are here to observe the game.
"USA! USA! USA!"
Saturday evening Mia and I met all of her and my friends at Zabini's Family Italian Restaurant. Blaise is the current owner since his father passed in 2005. Blaise hired a manager for the restaurant so he could continue his work with Potter as an Auror.
We were seated in the large private room with 26 of us. The nine Americans, the Potters, Puceys, Scamanders, Prewett-Weasleys, Zabinis, Longbottoms, Susan Bones and Oliver Wood, Theo, Mia and myself were all in attendance.
The food, wine, and conversation flowed freely. With as many blokes in attendance, it didn't take long before we started talking about quidditch. Jason was appalled to learn Potter owned a quidditch field without telling him. Next thing I know, we set a friendly wager and decide to play on Wednesday evening, the 28th. It was a wager of Americans verses Brits. Whomever lost had to buy dinner next week. It was supposed to be a nice game between friends.
Then Theo happened.
Apparently, Monday was a slow news day for The Daily Prophet. Theo thought it would be a brilliant idea to publish our interview to announce Mia and I's relationship. Since the British Amateur Quidditch League doesn't begin until the first week of June, he included mention of the game to promote Potter's Quidditch pitch in one article. The next day, hundreds of inquiries reached The Prophet and by Tuesday's edition of The Daily Prophet, it was changed from a friendly game between friends to a charity event because The Fucking Chosen One is playing.
We had to postpone the event for two days because Potter thought he should contact Dean Thomas for addition seating. Fans of Potter are paying 10 galleons per person to attend and all proceeds will benefit The Sacred Heart Home for Young Witches and Wizards, an orphanage founded by Ophelia, with Mia's suggestion.
With so many committed to attend the game, the Americans decided they needed additional support. Her friends made arrangements, and flew five hundred of their closest friends to London this afternoon from Paris. Mia said it would be quicker to teleportkey to Paris and use her plane to arrive in London.
After four and a half minutes of watching the Americans' broom acrobatics, it was our turn to take the field. Sasha had convinced Harry it would be a fun to put on a show as an introduction and we found ourselves practicing the intro three times this week. The Americas settled next to their hoops to wait for us. Potter chose the song for our intro. Potter said his godfather told him it was the best muggle British band in history and we needed to use one of their songs for the intro. The song is two minutes long, so there is a beauty in that.
The red, blue, green, and gold smoke filled the pitch, followed by fireworks of the same colors. The loud beat of the song began and we knew that was our queue.
Stomp* *Stomp* *Clap* *Stomp* *Stomp* *Clap* *Stomp* *Stomp* *Clap* *Stomp* *Stomp* *Clap*
Potter takes off first. As soon as the lyrics begin Angelina, Adrian, and myself go next.
" Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place, singin'
We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you." (A/N Footnote 2)
We take off in a hawkeye formation while eight fake quaffle balls magically rotate around us. Once we are in front of the hoops, Angelina, Adrian, and myself take turns throwing the balls through the hoops. Once they pass through the hoops they are charmed to turn into a patronus of various magical creatures such as a Thestral, Unicorn, Hippogryff, Acromantula, Basilisk, Abraxas, Griffin, and a Chimera. The patronuses make several loops around the pitch and into the stand of the spectators.
We take another loop around the pitch while Potter transfigures a giant snitch that rises well above us and explodes in a giant fireworks finale. Blaise, George, and Oliver Wood then throw seven fake quaffle balls through the opposite side of the pitch and transforms in to giant letters to spell out England.
The crowd erupts in cheers as our team and the Americans meet on the ground in the center of the pitch. Mia, Headmistress McGonagall, and Sasha's father, Paul Trueblood walk out to the center of the field.
Mia is dressed in a full length black robe that completely her fantastic body. She said her contribution to the game would be to find referees who would be fair to both teams and not show any favoritism to either team.
As she is making her way to the center Potter and Colton shake hands as acting captains. Oliver nudges me, "Oi. The Americans only have six players. Are they going to forfeit?"
I shake my head subtlety, "They said they had a seventh player to play seeker." I wonder if that is why Sasha's father is here.
Potter looks over and says, "Mike and Jason said they had a seeker lined up during bloke's night on Wednesday. You'd know of you didn't break tradition to go to dinner with Hermione."
I bump his shoulder, "It was the only time she was available this week. You're one to talk, you miss at least two Wednesdays a month."
I haven't seen Mia much this week. Mia and I spent a lazy Sunday at my townhouse watching films in my media room. We had a meeting on Monday with the Sighns to hire them officially as acting President and Vice Predidents. They will now run DG Potions. Mia, Theo, and I have until the end of May to finalize our selection of three board members each. The rest of the week Mia was busy setting up towers and servers across Great Britian. DG Potions is renting several warehouses to Enchantex across the isle for servers. She also is setting up towers across the island. She is using not only her properties, but all of our friends have donated the use of their land to place towers as well. I watched them as they placed a tower at Malfoy Manor. I was quite impressed with the efficiency her team had while building the 200 foot tower.
Mia reaches the center with Minerva McGonagall and Paul Trueblood. Mia casts a Sonorus and begins speaking. "Hello everyone and welcome. Our commentator tonight will be none other than Britian's Amateur Quidditch League's favorite announcer, Lee Jordan. First I wanted to make my introductions this evening. I am Hermione Granger. I would like to thank each and every person here today for supporting the Sacred Heart Home of Wizards and Witches. Ophelia Dagworth-Granger, my grandmother, started the orphanage in 1945. She dedicated so much of her time to the orphanage to ensure every child was able to succeed to the best of their abilities." Murmurs and gasps fill the arena. "A total of 3,698 people are in attendance tonight. Each team has dedicated to match what was earned today. This means over one hundred thousand galleons will be donated to Sacred Heart for the funding of new computers for learning magical subjects. I am C.E.O. of Enchantex. Enchantex is a technical company that combines muggle technology with magic. Since I have started my company, we have gone global, and our line of products will soon be available to the United Kingdom population. We will make a debute demonstration during the Twelfth Anniversary Gala in two days, and our store in Diagon Alley will open 17 May. However, we are here tonight to play quidditch. To make this as fair as possible we have two referees for tonight's game. First we have Paul Trueblood. Paul is a former professional player for The Professional American Quidditch League. He lead his Ilvermory team in 1965 to be the high school champions in the world tournament. He was captain of his team at Notre Dame Magical University. He went on and played for ten years for the Texas Thunderbirds. He is now the world's highest producer of magical plants in the world, but has stayed active in regional quidditch for years. Our next referee needs no introductions here in the United Kingdom. She singlehandedly earned the Gryffindor house cup in the year 1954 as the highest scoring cchaser Hogwarts to date. She went on to teach a great many people here in transfiguration. She acted as the Quijudge for Hogwarts' quidditch from the years 1957 to 1970. Her love of the game earned her the honor today. Let me introduce none other than Minerva McGonagall."
The crowds cheers for the Headmistress. If Mia was playing I'd be a bit perturbed. Minerva McGonagall loves Mia and would rule against us lot without question. I witnessed her bond with the Headmistress in Eighth Year. Sasha's father is a real arsehole if I ever saw one, we don't stand a chance with him.
Mia continues, "Let's introduce our teams. To my right I would like to introduce England's team. The Chasers for England's Team are Angelina Johnson-Wesley, Adrian Pucey, and Draco Malfoy. George Weasley and Blaise Zabini will be the Beaters. On loan from Puddlemere United, we have Oliver Wood as keeper. Finally, this man needs no introduction in England. He is acting team captain, and will be playing Seeker, Harry Potter."
The crowd erupts and Potter being the tosser he is, waves at the crowd. Mia's confidence has grown a lot. Watching her speak to this crowd she seems to be in her element. She would have been a great Minister of Magic.
Mia continues. "Next I'd like to introduce you to the American team."
The crowd of Americans starts yelling "USA! USA! USA!" I look over to Adrian and he meets my eyes as if to say This is why the world hates Americans.
Mia goes on, "The people on this team are my dearest friends. Their hard work, dedication, and creativity has brought my company to where it is today. The Chasers are Sasha Trueblood, Mychaelia Murphy, and Joshua Dahl. The Beaters are Jason Franklin and Michael Mecca. Finally Colton Remington is Keeper and acting captain for the Americans."
"USA! USA! USA!"
Mia looks around and says, "Wait! Is this correct? There is only six players for the Americans? That can't be right! Do you guys forfeit?"
She turns and faces us and smirks. "I guess since I am now an American citizen I'll just have to play as seeker."
She vanishes her robe and adorns the obnoxious red, white, and blue uniform her friends are wearing. She accios a new Nimbus 3500 and takes a lap around the pitch.
Potter is looking at me nearly ready to hyperventilate, George is smirking, and I just got the biggest hard on in my life.
Headmistress McGonagall cast a Sonorus and says, "Captains shake hands." Potter and Colton shake hands. The Headmistress continues, "I expect a clean game from all of you." She eyes me with concentration. "Understood." I roll my eyes and plaster on a fake smile and nod. "Players take your positions."
We get into formation. I still can't believe Mia is playing quidditch. She is positioned in front of Potter exuberant in confidence. She's fucking sexy as hell. I remember the first time I had her on my broom.
27 February, 1999
Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry
Draco's Room
Hogsmeade, Scotland
Draco Malfoy
It's midafternoon on a Saturday. Mia went into Hogsmeade with Pansy, Daphne, Hannah, and Susan. I cast a Tempus and it's a little after four in the afternoon. She should be back soon.
I decided to polish my Nimbus 2001 to pass the time. I miss playing quidditch. Eighth Years weren't allowed to play this year. McGonagall said it would be unfair to the rest of the students. It was a fucking stupid excuse. The Eighth Years could have formed our own team. Regardless, I need to keep up with my broom's maintenance.
After applying the final coat of wax I hear a knock on my door. "Come in."
Mia walks through with a smile on her face she walks up to me and kisses my cheek. "I've missed you. Does that make me pathetic?"
I set my broom aside and pull her to me between my legs. "No, it makes you mine."
I kiss her until she climbs on my lap. I'm never going to get enough of her. It's only been a week since we first had sex, and I can't get enough of her perfect cunt. She's fucking perfect. I spent all of last night bollocks deep in her and I still want more. How did I ever go so long without her in my life?
I unbutton her trousers and move us on the bed. It doesn't take long before my fingers are inside her tight wet cunt.
I smirk at her, "Mmm, Love, you did miss me didn't you. You're so wet for me."
She's trying to remove her trousers, and I'm holding her in place, she whines, "Dra-co, please."
She is pleading with her eyes and she moves with my hand. Fuck, she's insatiable. I love it.
"Mia, come for me."
She huffs, "But I need you inside me."
I kiss down her neck, and notice she has healed the marks I left on her last night. This will not do, she is mine. I lick the spot she loves and suck gently, while I curl my fingers inside her.
It is absolutely not lost on me that I have The Golden Girl on my bed begging for my cock. In another life, this was every Death Eater's wet dream. It didn't matter she was muggle-born, it only made it more forbidden. Fuck, just a year ago I'd be sitting in the Slytherin Common Room bragging about this to the whole room. I'd tell everyone she tasted like flowers and her cunt was just as golden as the rest of her. A part of me wants to possess her, fuck her, humiliate her, bend her over a Great Hall table for the world to see what I do to her. Show them she is mine.
She is mine. I can't even begin to fathom the primal feelings I have about her being a virgin before I had her. I'm the only one to ever touch her. I'm the only one to make her come. I'm the only who has seen her come. I want to possess her. I want her in every way, all the time. Mia would never acknowledge me again if she knew what I was thinking right now.
FUUUUUUCK! Phea once told me men are dark. Men do not change, but with the right women they'll do anything. I would do anything for Mia. I've changed to be the man that deserves Hermione Granger. I'm a better man because that is what she fucking deserves. She will never know my dark side. She only deserves my light. She is light and fire, and everything good in this world.
"That's it love. You're so fucking gorgeous when you beg for my cock. I love watching you come. Are you going to fall apart for me, my good girl?" I increase my speed and pressure.
She's moving frantically with my hand to get her release. "Oh, Draco that's it."
I smirk into her neck, Fuck she's delicious! I catch my discarded broom in my peripheral vision and get an idea. I need to distract myself. Dark thoughts will never let me keep Mia.
I remove my hand and lick my fingers of her essence. I'm addicted to her exquisite taste. I get up and grab my wand off the nightstand and help Mia to her feet.
She looks, confused, "Draco, what are you doing?"
Let's go for a ride on my broom.
Her eyes bulge out in surprise, "Why would we do that? It's really cold outside, and it will be dark soon."
I point my wand at the mattress, " Windgardiam Leviosa." The mattress lifts and I move us back and set the mattress on the floor. Next, I shrink the bed and move it out of the way.
I grab my broom and stand on the mattress. "Come here, Love."
"Draco?"
I pull her to me. "I know how you feel about flying, but I need to make you come on my broom. I need to have the image of you falling apart on it every time I fly. We won't go high, I'm just hovering over the mattress. We'll be safe, I promise."
She stands there thinking. She bites her lip and she scrunches her whole face. Merlin, she's so fucking cute.
I laugh, "Come on, Mia be my good girl and let me make you come on my broom."
She looks apprehensively at me, and I reach my hand out to her. I remove her trousers and catch a glimpse of green. I look in her eyes and she is smiling. I remove her jumper and she is standing there in an emerald green lacey lingerie set. Fuck me!
I pull her to me and kiss her within an inch of her life. "Is this what you bought today while shopping, love?"
She shyly smiles, "Yes. We went to muggle London."
I smirk, "This is an amazing gift, love. I'll buy you one in every color. Come on let's get you on my broom."
We get on the broom and I lift us about five feet in the air. It's a good height with the fifteen foot tall ceiling.
I'm hovering with her seated in front of me. When I get in position, my fingers find her wet cunt again. "Mia, I love my gift. You're so fucking wet. Is this all for me?"
She leans back against my chest. "Yes, Draco. It's all for you."
Fuck me! I move her knickers aside and find her tight hole. I resume my ministrations from before. It only takes her a couple of minutes to start making her decadent little noises. "Fuck Mia! You're so fucking sexy on my broom." I move my other hand to play with her play with her nipple under her bra. She moans, and I continue, "I love I'm the only one you make that sound for. I love you so much. I love how you respond to my touch."
She starts moving with my hand and I feel her getting close. She starts clenching on my fingers inside her. I'm so focused on her, I lose balance of the broom and we fall to the mattress with a startled cry. We land and she elbows me in the bollocks. FUUUUUUCK!
I'm holding on to myself and trying to catch my breath. Mia is laughing uncontrollably.
After a couple of minutes she realizes I'm in pain. She crawls on top of me and kisses all over my face between laughs, "Gods Draco! I'm so sorry. Do you need me to kiss it and make it better?"
Once the pain subsides, we start laughing together. "Yes I need a lot of kisses to make up the fact you made me lose my balance."
She playfully smacks me on my shoulder. I forgave her as soon as her tongue touched my cock. We spent the rest of the night making love on the mattress still on the floor.
30 April, 2010
British Amateur Quidditch Field
Godric's Hallow, Somerset, United Kingdom
Draco Malfoy
That was a the first night we learned to have fun during sex. We experimented and played with each other. We learned a lot about each other that night. It's one of my favorite memories.
Paul Trueblood releases the quidditch ball from the box. He grabs the Quaffle, throws it up in the air and blows his whistle.
Josh catches the quaffle and it begins.
One hour and fifty-five minutes later….
The Americans are absolutely insanely phenomenal quidditch players. You can tell they have been playing with each other since childhood. They are ahead 210-70. Angelina and I have made more attempts at shooting the Quaffle, but Colton is a fucking beast of a keeper. The man has amazing reflexes and inhuman range.
Lee Jordan's voice is booming over the loud speaker, "TRUEBLOOD NOW HAS THE QUAFFLE! WHERE IN THE MERLIN'S BALLSACK ARE WEASLEY AND ZABINI? STOP HER! SHE PASSES TO DAHL! DAHL PASSES TO MURPHY. MURPHY SHOOTS AND WOOD BLOCKS THE QUAFFLE! THANK GODRIC! PUCEY CATCHES THE QUAFFLE. DAHL IS CLOSE TO CATCHING HIM. WAIT POTTER IS MAKING A MOVE HE SEES THE SNITCH. GRANGER IS GAINING ON HIM. COME ON POTTER!"
I stop and watch as Mia and Potter are nose diving into the pitch chasing the snitch. They are neck and neck. I'm holding my breath, and watching Mia gain on Potter. At the last minute they pull up from the ground and…
"POTTER CATCHES SNITCH! ENGLAND WINS THE GAME 220 TO 210!"
The music is blaring and confetti is dropping over the pitch. The crowd is cheering and yelling, "POTTER! POTTER! POTTER!" Ugh. He's ridiculous.
The song starts playing over the pitch.
" I've paid my dues Time after time I've done my sentence But committed no crime And bad mistakes I've made a few I've had my share of sand Kicked in my face But I've come through
And we mean to go on and on and on and on
We are the champions, my friends And we'll keep on fighting till the end We are the champions We are the champions No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions of the World" (A/N: Footnote 3)
We land in the middle of the field and Potter is tackled to the ground by Weasley, Zabini, and Pucey. I grab Mia out of the way. Fuck I can't even express how fucking sexy she was holding her own against Potter. I turn Mia to face me. She smirks at me, and I know she thinks she shocked me. I surprise her and kiss her hard. I realize this is the first kiss we have shared since she came back into my life and fuck if it isn't like coming home. She's mine. I almost forgot how much she consumes me. Showing confidence on that broom was single hottest thing I have ever seen her do.
She breaks the kiss and there is fire in her eyes. Salazar, I just want to find the nearest wall and fuck her into it.
She frowns, "What was that for, I lost." Gods she's fucking gorgeous when she pouts!
I kiss her forehead, "You were amazing, Love. Potter cheats, everyone knows that. You didn't stand a chance. The fucking wanker never dies and always catches the snitch. You just experienced the agonizing defeat against Potter's unholy superpower."
She laughs, "Draco, be nice!"
Both teams gather in the center of the field and shake hands with each other. Mr. Trueblood walks up to us and shakes my hand. "I see our Mia is giving you another chance. Don't blow it."
I really thought having Paul Trueblood would be an unfair advantage in the game, but he called out the American team for as many fouls as McGonagall called the English team for. I guess it worked out well.
I smile at him, "She's amazing, I'm very lucky to be given another opportunity to prove myself."
He smiles and grabs my shoulder. "You deserve it. A man who plays like you do, shows character. You and I will have a long talk soon. Today, I have bigger fish to fry. Now I need your help. I hear my baby girl, Sasha, is canoodling with a friend of yours. You're going to introduce me. Take my advice, Son, pray to Circe for sons. There is no greater nightmare than knowing some dickwad is having the same thoughts about your little girl you had about your wife. It's a fear no man should experience."
I laugh because of all the depraved thoughts I used to have, and still have of Mia. If that is any indication, I'm going to pay because I'm going to have three daughters. "You have nothing to worry about Mr. Trueblood, Theo is the best of men, sir." I said as I defend Theo.
He looks at me, "He better be. Now let's go find him so I can threaten and scare the living shit out of him. It's my only recompense for the curse of having beautiful daughters."
We walk over to where Theo is inappropriately snogging the fuck out of Sasha. I have a feeling Paul Trueblood is going to be teaching me a good lesson on parenting.
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Footnote 1: Indestructible by Disturbed (2008)
Indestructible lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Footnote 2: We Will Rock You by Queen (1977)
Songwriters: Brian Harold May
We Will Rock You lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Footnote 3: We are the Champions by Queen (1977)
Songwriters: Freddie Mercury
We Are the Champions lyrics © Queen Music Limited