Transcending Romance

Eyes on Me

Your Pov.

Waking up on Saturday morning for the game, my stomach was in knots and I felt punches in my guts. I knew better than to complain and dress quickly. I wondered if Harry was feeling the same tight feeling, nervous about the game, what Wood would say if we lost. A million reasons to be nervous, but only one to push it all down- focus up and win.

I make my way down to breakfast, shocked to see Harry already there at the end of the table sitting with the rest of the team. The room was gently lit by candle light due to the dark skies that no light could shine through. The grey outside seemed to foreshadow how the game was going to proceed. I took a seat and settled for toast today.

11 am was almost here. I was about to enter the changing room when I'm stopped by Sydney.

"Hey! I wanted to wish you luck," she smiled and I look at her confused.

"Why are you cheering against your team?" She simply rolled her eyes.

"Firstly, I'm wishing you luck not your team. Secondly, I hope you finally knock Malfoy off his broom. He has been bragging about what his Daddy's money bought their team for the past week. So, kick his ass for me." she winked and I laughed.

"I'll try my best." with that she bid me goodbye and I enter the changing room, stomach still in knots.

"Slythrien have better brooms than us, no point denying it," Wood begins his pep talk, "But we have better people on our brooms. We've trained harder than they have and we've trained in all types of weather."

"Too true," George mutters to me, pushing his shaggy hair out of his eyes, "I haven't been properly dry since August." I stifle a laugh.

"-And we're going to make them regret letting a little slime like Malfoy buy his way onto their team." my stomach tightens harder at the name. I could not place a finger on why it bothered me so much. After all, he was just a prick.

Wood's chest was heaving, he was hyped up by his own speech and we could all get the feeling we'd be on the other end of his anger if we failed him this match. He turns towards Harry and I perk up,

"It'll be down to you Harry to show that a seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that snitch before Malfoy, or die trying. We've got to win, we've just got to."

"So no pressure Harry," Fred winks at him and I could see the pressure on Harry's shoulders. At that point Wood began talking to people one on one, mentioning last minute places where they can make up in skills and small things that "make a big difference" which honestly... I kind of believe.

"Y/n," Wood turns to me last and everyone heads out to the fields.

"Is it about my passing?"

"No- well, you could always toss it a little bit more in front and shorten the slow down time to catch, but no. Malfoy seems to have a bit of interest in you, use that to your advantage. Keep his eyes on you. Mess with his ego." my face is slightly red, but I begin joking as my deflection.

"haha Wood, I never expected you to use such dirty tricks. You're not sinking to their level are you?"

"No, I'm just giving them another reason why you don't get to buy your way onto a team."

"Valid, okay got it, keep his eyes on me," how the hell do I do that?

We make our way out to the pitch and my ears are ringing from the roar of cheers from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor anxiously awaiting our game. Slytherins hissed at us, fitting really for them.

Finn and Wood shake hands, you could see the harsh glares from even up in the stadiums and could feel the painful grips they had on each other. If Finn was not so unattractive, it might have been hot.

"ON MY WHISTLE," shouted Madam Hooch, "3, 2, 1" on the whistle all 14 of us rose to the sky. I saw Malfoy and looked him dead in the eyes

Keep his eyes on you I repeat in my head. I gave him a wink and Malfoy immediately looked flustered.

Oh this is going to be so easy.

Suddenly I see a Bludger fly straight past me and up towards Harry, who narrowly misses it. George wacks the Bludger towards one of the Slytherins whose name I couldn't remember. It launches back at Harry though and thankfully George is there for the save, I seem to be the only one else to notice it as I forget I'm in the game still and Angelina tosses me the Quaffle. She throws up a three fingers, which is referring to our maneuverer- The Hawkshead Attacking formation. I take the left wing, Angelina in the middle, and Katie Bell on the right. We keep close and pass the ball between the three of us for a bit. Their speed was a lot though, I noted them about a foot ahead of us on each side. I turn to Angelina and Katie. We needed to start racking up points, Slytherin has already scored five times.

"I have an idea! Follow my lead" I stop my broom suddenly and they follow, the Slytherin chasers are going too fast to stop with us and we all dip under them the minute they stop.

"I can't believe that worked!" I shouted shocked, but not too much as Wood said, it's about the person on the broom, not the broom. I pass the ball to Katie and she makes it seem like she's aboutto score before passing it off to Angelina who tosses it into the furthest hoop.

"TEN POINTS TO GRYFINDOR WHAT A SHOCKING EVENT FOLKS EVEN AGAINST THOSE SHINEY NEW BROOMS!" I hear Jordan on the speaker and I can feel Malfoy's eyes on me. Perfect.

I suddenly look up as it begins to rain and make note of Harry flying through the sky with a bludger on his tail.

We can't have one normal match, can we?