Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 13

Song=Getaway-Saint motel

Harry

A sound came from my pocket and I pulled my phone out.

Ron

-Where are u?

Shit.

On top of all that had happened, I had completely forgotten to tell Ron. My heart started going in an unsteady rhythm as I looked out on the field where the tryouts were about to begin. I still couldn't believe I was doing this.

Me

-You'll find out. I'll explain everything later.

I could almost hear Ron curse behind the screen. But I didn't have time to worry about that now.

I gazed at the basket behind me filled with extra clothes. I pulled a grey t-shirt over my head and some more fitting pants. Luckily the clothes fit perfectly, the soft fabric closing around my skin.

I stepped out in the Quidditch field and spotted a long line of boys, all with clothes like mine. I stood next to a much smaller boy, his bronze hair reaching the top of my shoulder.

He didn't seem threatening until I met his staring gaze. Small yellow eyes slowly tried to carve out the color of mine, his mouth twisting into an ugly smile. His two front teeth were as far away from each other as possible as if they were making space for something else entirely.

"What are you staring at?" The boy hissed.

"Oh, uhmm... nothing," I said, immediately removing my gaze.

I looked down the line and saw a lot of boys all waiting patiently. There were a couple of girls too. Not many.

I thought of Ginny. After spending a week with her, I could almost imagine her saying something like, "Women can do just as much as boys. Probably even more. And there is no way a man's thoughts should keep a girl away from an all-gender sport."

A small little woman came over to our line. She inspected us carefully, a sigh following.

She had grey spiky hair. Her back was so straight I wondered if her spine was going backward.

"My name is Madam Hooch and that is the name you will call me. Not any nicknames, first names, or anything else. If I hear you defy those words, don't think that an immediate message won't go home to your parents."

I heard indistinct muttering down the line.

"There will be no time for chit-chat since the Slytherin tryouts will arrive in a bit and I have to explain the program to them as well."

I didn't dare look away from her. Her yellow tiger eyes managed to keep an eye on all of us at once, sensing our every movement.

The other guys didn't seem as frightened though. Madame Hooch started walking and all of us followed her quick steps further onto the field.

From the corner of my eyes, I scanned the surroundings. It wasn't squared like a football field. No, it was more round like an oval. At each end, there stood three steady poles with a round ring on top of each. Thousands of benches surrounded the field.

A small number of people were sitting around on the bleachers. Among them, Ron. It seemed like he'd been trying to catch my attention, but when I finally met his eyes, he looked far from pleased. I could easily read the confused expression on his face. I shrugged my shoulders and returned to the other guys.

Madame hooch made us line up beside the athletic running lane at the edge of the field.

"Your first task will be to run as fast as you can around the lane. The distance is about 400 meters. You'll have 2 minutes. The first to finish will of course receive more attention from the captain, but if you can't do it in less than 2 minutes, you won't even be taken into consideration," she said without even blinking.