George Weasley x Reader ~ Jaffa Cake

23 - Smarmy

'Alright lads, happy now?'

You were standing in a small, pale bricked outbuilding that was Slytherin's Quidditch changing room - split in two separate sections, of course, which led onto one full room near the door - with Draco by your side, a sheet of parchment in his hand. Changing into your Quidditch uniform hadn't been much of a challenge considering you chose one section of the room to yourself, and the boys of the team had obliged to this, leaving you to change comfortably where no one else could see you. The outer robes of said uniform were made of beautifully soft emerald silk, but were fleece-lined on the inside in an ivory colour due to the bitterness of the early spring air, allowing the heat of your skin to stick and keep you warm. A green and cream striped sweater was worn underneath the robes, adding an extra layer as well as matching with the poncy cream trousers, and you were particularly put off by the ugly looking tawny pads that protected your shins and arms from breakage. Wrapping and securing the straps had felt like applying tendon boots on a horse that was about to get into a trailer. As Draco explained the positions to the team again, you absentmindedly smoothed the Velcro strap of the arm pad, allowing its rough texture to grip the small skin tag that was resting on your finger. You winced a little as it tugged, pulling your hand away and looking at the tag, which was now a soft pink due to the Velcro revealing a fresh layer of unexposed skin.

'You listening l/n?' Someone piped up from a far corner of the huddle. You released your hand and looked up to glare at the culprit, who happened to be Blaise Zabini. He grinned at you and you gave him a small smile back, before turning and grabbing the parchment from Draco's grasp.

'Thanks Draco, I'll take it from here', you waved him off and he stepped back a little, but wasn't bothered. He looked more relieved, actually. 'Right... uh, Beaters... raise your hands' (Crabbe and Goyle lazily reached their hands into the air), 'Chasers, raise your hands' (Pucey, Zabini and Malfoy each put their hands in the air - Zabini giving a little wave, Pucey giving you a small salute with his index finger and thumb and Malfoy giving you a thumbs up), 'Keeper, raise your hand' (Bletchley raised his hand uncharacteristically) 'And um, Seeker which is.. me.'

Apparently everyone finally knew what they were doing, however actually applying this had taken well over fifteen minutes, resulting in fifteen minutes of practise lost. This didn't really matter to you though, as the first match against Gryffindor was in around two weeks. Plenty of time.

You scrunched up the piece of paper and tossed it back into your side of the changing rooms, watching it land directly in your bag. The team all retrieved their brooms without you asking, which was quite surprising since you had quietly deemed them a rather dim-witted bunch besides Draco and Blaise, and one by one they followed you out into the wide, open spaced Quidditch pitch. You'd been putting this off for a while now following the awful practise you'd had a few weeks ago - it was time to get back into it.

Mounting your broom and soaring smoothly into the air had never felt so natural. You'd forgotten how carefree and lush the air felt as it brushed gently past your face, chapping your lips slightly and smoothing your hair back. The boys had made it to the air soon after, and hovered in a semi-circle in front of you, waiting for some kind of a command. The feeling of flying on a broom again had relieved you so much that you'd totally forgotten that you were actually the Captain.

'Right, sorry, I want you to do five whole laps of this pitch as a warm up,' you ordered after a rather loud silence, hearing a groan of irritation escape from Crabbe. 'Don't get on my bad side', you added, glaring at him as he swallowed heavily and took off. 'Whoever gets back first can decide on the warm up next time', you yelled over the pitch, adding on another sentence to perk them up a little. From what you could see, Blaise appeared to be in the lead, and was being tailed closely by Adrian who was being followed by Draco. The others were a little further behind, but they still knew what they were doing nonetheless.