Slytherins Golden Girl

Chapter 37

"Hello, and welcome this this years first quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor!" Lee cheered into the megaphone as the crowd went wild. "I'm your commentator Lee Jordan and this is my last year to see all your lovely faces, so let's make it worth something ay ladies!"

The wind was bitterly cold as it blew through the stands, Eleanor wrapped the Slytherin scarf tighter around her neck to stop the draft flowing down her back. She'd been watching the players make huddles opposing ends of the pitch whilst the captains gave them words of encouragement for the past ten minutes. If they weren't going to start soon she was just about ready to leave. Eleanor had also nearly chocked on her own tongue when she was Ron step onto the pitch as Gryffindors new keeper, he'd managed to keep that one quiet from her.

She hadn't had to wait much longer until Madam hooch soon stepped onto the pitch and let the bludger and snitch free into the air as the teams mounted their brooms. At the blow of her whistle the quaffle soared into the sky from her open hands before landing in the palms of Alicia Spinnet.

Alicia instantly bolted across the pitch under the radar of the Slytherin team and tossed the quaffle straight through the goal.

"That's a goal for Alicia! Gryffindor has ten points within the first minute of the match, as if Slytherin couldn't be anymore embarrassed!" Lee cackled into the gramophone as McGonagall who sat on the row behind gave him a look of warning.

His attempt at humour only riled the Slytherin team up, causing all their faces to turn sour. Blaise caught hold of the quaffle with Adrian and Montague hot on his tales to form a arrow through the air, they dived through the pitch knocking any Gryffindor student out of the way. Theo batted the oncoming bludger away sending it swooping through the air narrowly skimming George's ear. Blaise soared across the pitch towards Ron, who seemed as if he'd frozen on the spot and swiftly sent the quaffle through the goal hoop, scoring the team a goal.

Eleanor cringed Ron was doing awful, he was barely defending the hoops, if at all and even when he did the quaffle still shot straight past him. It was the same sequence for the next hour, one of the Slytherin chasers would catch the quaffle, send it through the hoops and Ron would do nothing to stop it.

Eleanor watched both Harry and Draco hover upon their broom intensely scanning their eyes across the pitch, in hopes they'd catch a small glimpse of flickering gold. She couldn't help but look at how the uniform clung tightly against his chest.

"That's another goal for Slytherin, being the scores to 90-30 - Angelina please do something about your teams moral, they're looking rather miserable! Who knows maybe they've decided to become more like Gryffindors own mascot Professor Snape." Lee shouted as Professor McGonagall scolded him from across the bench.

Eleanor watched Ron passed the quaffle back to Warrington, who passed it onto Adrian who flew across the pitch until Fred batted the bludger his direction hitting the back of his broom and causing the ball to fall from his hands.

Angelina swooped in, keeping the quaffle tight against her body as she intertwined her way through the field of players. She was, however, unsuccessful in scoring a goal as Bletchley kicks the quaffle away with his foot before giving her an arrogant wink.

The ball was passed into the hands of Alicia Spinnet once more, Eleanor felt Daphne nudge her in the ribs as Draco shot past chasing after the snitch with Harry close behind. His hair wasn't hard to miss in the crowd, even on miserable days like this.

That's when the whole crowd went silent.

"YOU CHEATING SCUMBAG!" Lee howled into the gramophone as he danced out of McGonagalls reached every time she tried snatching it from him. "YOU FILTY CHEATING BAST-"