Daisy Potter and the Awesomest Godfather Ever (Book 3, Harry Potter ff)

Chapter 8 - Floppy

There was a quiet sort of desperation in Oliver's voice as he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly changing rooms on the edge of the darkening Quidditch pitch.

"This is our last chance - MY last chance - to win the Quidditch Cup." He told us, striding up and down in front of us."I'll be leaving at the end of this year. I'll never get another shot at it. Gryffindor haven't won for seven years now. OK, so we've had the worst luck in the world - injuries - then the tournament getting called off last year...but we also know we've got the BEST - RUDDY - TEAM - IN - THE - SCHOOL!" He said, punching a fist into his other hand, the old manic glint back in his eye.

"We've got three SUPERB Chasers." Oliver pointed at Harry, Katie, and Angelina.

"We've got two UNBEATABLE Beaters."

"Stop it, Oliver, you're embarrassing us." Fred and George said together, pretending to blush.

"And we've got a Seeker who has NEVER FAILED TO WIN US A MATCH!" Oliver rumbled, glaring at me with a kind of furious pride.

"And me." He added as an afterthought.

"We think you're very good, too, Oliver." George said.

"Cracking Keeper." Fred said.

"The point is," Oliver went on, resuming his pacing, "the Quidditch Cup should have had our name on it these last two years. Ever since the Potter twins joined the team, I've thought the thing was in the bag. But we haven't got it, and this year's the last chance we'll get to finally see our name on the thing..."

Oliver spoke so dejectedly that even Fred and George looked sympathetic.

"Oliver, this year's our year." Fred said.

"We'll do it, Oliver!" Angelina said.

"Definitely!" Harry and I chorused.

Full of determination, our team started training. Terry and Draco were lounging in the bleachers, watching us. Terry had got a place on the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team - Seeker. After we had landed after a successful and great practice, we headed off to the school. It was already pitch black.

As the entire team, Terry, and Draco walked past a broom cupboard, someone from inside it snatched my arm and dragged me silently inside, covering my mouth so that my scream couldn't be heard.

"Lumos." The person said. I was reminded of a similar incident in first year. Same place, same person.

* Floppy moved closer to me, pressing me against the wall. I shifted uncomfortably. Was he going to curse me? Torture me? Or -

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" He smirked down at me, grabbing my hands and pinning them to the wall above me.

"W-what?!" I squeaked, my voice horrifically high and small.

This was the same position my Muggle attacker and I were in that night...was he going to do the same? Only succeed in going through with all of it this time?!

"You see, Potter, I'm already fourteen. My birthday was a couple weeks ago. I'm very hormonal right now, at this essential stage in teenage boys' growth. I need someone to...satisfy my needs...and be too afraid..." he twirled his wand in his other hand, smirking, "to tell anyone."

"G-get away f-from m-me!" I whimpered as he pressed himself against me, aware of how close we were.

"And you are the hottest girl of the school...guys have been talking...and I have a picture that your stupid little friends sold to everyone...you seem ideal. Also, you can be manipulated very easily...Tom Riddle proved that for me." Floppy grinned evilly down at me.