𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 || harry potter

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮, 𝙈𝙧 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

tw/
drug abuse(the same as the other chapters really)
mention of weightloss (not detailed at all, only about 3 words.)
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Cassie and Harry were both chewing each other's ears off with their moaning.

"I can't bloody believe you've got yourself kicked off the Quidditch team, after dragging me onto it." Cassie cried.

"It's not like I did it on purpose." Harry argued back. "All Malfoys bloody fault. Worst part is, none of the Slytherins were banned."

It wasn't surprising Umbridge hadn't chosen the same punishment for the boys in green.
Her whole inquisitorial squad would have collapsed as the majority of them were on the Quidditch team aswell.
No one, especially Draco, would be willing to work for the woman if she had handed them the ban.

Cassie made a mental note to herself to shout at Draco until his ears poured crimson red. He definitely wouldn't be getting his share of Cassie's coke this week.

"You're the one who started throwing his fists like some boxer! If you'd kept your anger under control, you'd still be flying."

"You heard what he was saying about my Mum and the Weasleys! I saw you, you was about to hex them into oblivion until Hermione stepped in. You were just lucky Cassie."

"I was careful and didn't get caught. You were just plain fucking stupid." Cassie laughed.

"Piss off." Harry said. "Dinners in five, you coming?"

"Only if you stop complaining. I'm the one who has to have balls flying at her for the rest of the year!"

"Don't even act like you hate it." Harry smirked, definitely not referring to the various Quidditch balls.

After receiving what would most likely turn into a bruised arm from Cassie, the pair walked to dinner.

Cassie had yet another Quidditch trial to attend after dinner, this time she was the guinea pig. Angelina was desperately searching for a new seeker and two beaters to join the team.
The only way to get a sense of the beaters true potential was to send Cassie into the air, hoping they would divert any bludgers away from her.
It certainly wasn't her idea.

It started off smoothly, the beaters trying out hit the majority of the bludgers away from her direction.
Angelina called so many of them down from the sky until only two were left, the two who'd be replacing Fred and George.

Cassie watched them closely, one could barely hold onto the broom and the other was picking his nose.
If these were the best Angelina could find, Cassie was royally screwed.

Bludgers bounced wildly in the sky, all targeting Cassie mercilessly.
The two beaters were clearly preoccupied by god knows what to even notice it happening.

Cassie made a last minute dive back to the ground, escaping death by inches.

"Fuck sake Johnson!" Cassie screamed. "Were these the most incompetent cunts you could find? I'm not fucking dying over a game of Quidditch. Sort your shit out or you'll be looking for a new chaser."

Cassie's exit was dramatic, and certainly frowned upon by Professor McGonagall who was watching from her office.
At this rate, there wouldn't be a Gryffindor Quidditch team.