I kinda forgot about keeping on posting the chapters sooooo... Chapter 6! Written a few years ago, so forget some of the mistakes if there are any while reading and tell me them in the comments so I can edit it on my doc :)))
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Quidditch
It was now November and quidditch season would be starting, without Draco. What made it worse was Potter’s first match was coming up and it was against Slytherin.
Around eleven-thirty, Draco and his friends went up to the quidditch pitch with Pansy tagging along.
Draco noticed Goyle holding binoculars. “Gimme those!” he demanded.
He watched Potter mount his broom and looked at the Slytherin team. Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle so loud the crowd could hear it. All fifteen broomsticks rose up into the air and the game began. Some Gryffindor girl with the name Johnson had already gotten the Quaffle.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too -"
"JORDAN!" screeched McGonagall.
"Sorry, Professor."
The annoying friend of the Weasley twins, Lee Jordan was doing commentary with McGonagall watching.
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes - Flint flying like an eagle up there,” commented Jordan.
“Yes!” Draco and his friends cheered.
“- he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle -that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger - Quaffle taken by the Slytherins.”
“Hah!” laughed Zabini.
“-that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger - sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which - nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes - she's really flying - dodges a speeding Bludger - the goal posts are ahead - come on, now, Angelina - Keeper Bletchley dives - misses -GRYFFINDOR SCORES!"
“URGH!” screamed the Slytherin crowd.
A Bludger came pelting Potter’s way but it missed him. “Oooh!” groaned Draco, disappointedly. One of the Weasley twins hit the Bludger back at Flint.
"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the - wait a moment - was that the Snitch?"
A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.
“Hopefully Potter doesn’t notice,” Nott said.
But both Potter and Terrence Higgs, the Slytherin Seeker, saw it. The Chasers stopped moving.
“What are they doing?” Blaise growled.
WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below and laughter from Slytherins - Marcus Flint had blocked Potter on purpose, and Potter’s broom spun off course, with Potter holding on for dear life. "Foul!" screamed the Gryffindors, the Slytherins still cheering and laughing.
Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. But in all the confusion, of course, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again.
"So - after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-“
"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.
"I mean, after that open and revolting foul-“
“Jordan, I'm warning you-"
Slytherins booed at Lee Jordan.
"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinner, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."
Potter dodged another Bludger and almost fell. But then without him dodging anything, his broom started going crazy.
“Man! You’re a much better flier, Malfoy,” Pansy commented.
Draco smirked arrogantly. Damn right he was
"Slytherin in possession - Flint with the Quaffle - passes Spinnet - passes Bell - hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose - only joking, Professor - Slytherins score - A no...”
The Slytherins were cheering. “About time!” yelled Nott.
Suddenly the whole crowd was pointing up at Potter. His broom had started twitching and jerking while the Slytherins laughed. Potter had started slipping and was now hanging off his broom.
“Hopefully he falls and gets knocked out for the rest of the year,” muttered Theodore.
The Weasley twins tried going higher up to pull Potter down. During all the commotion, Marcus had taken an advantage and stole the Quaffle only to score five times.
There was yelping and screaming from where the teachers were watching. Snape had gotten set on fire. Then it disappeared. Potter then sped towards the ground. He then put his hands to his mouth like he was about to throw-up. “Not on the field!” moaned Pansy. He had gotten down on all fours coughed and a tiny gold ball fell into his hand.
"I've got the Snitch!" Potter shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.
“That was hardly fair!” growled Draco.
"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint was still howling twenty minutes later.
The Slytherins all agreed but that didn’t change anything. Gryffindor had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty.
“That game was a load of rubbish!” Blaise snorted.
“Wait till my father hears about this,” Draco muttered.
He was so used to everything going his way but now someone who had turned down to be his friend and now his enemy, was getting everything Draco wanted.
