Fire And Ice - Yin and Yang (Harry Potter fanfiction)

Rainbow blood

On the day of their first Quidditch practice (on a Saturday at seven a.m.), Periwinkle and Azalea met the others of their team on the Quidditch field.

"Now!", said Oliver, looking around seriously. "This is our year. This year, we'll get the Quidditch Cup, I can feel it. We will train hard, as much as possible, no matter what weather or if your bones are broken. I booked the field for the rest of the month-"

Fred mouthed along Oliver's speech and Periwinkle bit her lip to hide a smile. The redhead winked at her.

"- and with our best Seeker yet, the Quidditch Cup is as good as ours! So, Weasleys, I want you two to get the balls-"

"Er- Wood?", said Katie, pointing at something behind Oliver. "Did you say you booked the court?"

Oliver shot her an annoyed look for interrupting him.
"Yes. Why?"

Katie grimaced.

Heads turned, only to see several people in green robes walking onto the field, broomsticks in their hands.

"I don't believe it!", Oliver hissed in outrage. "I booked the field for today! We'll see about this!"

He strode forward angrily.
"Flint!", he bellowed at the Slytherin Captain. "This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"

Marcus Flint was even larger than Wood. He had a look of trollish cunning on his face as he replied, "Plenty of room for all of us, Wood."

Angelina and Katie followed too, as did Periwinkle, Fred, George and Azalea.

There were no girls on the Slytherin team, who stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the Gryffindors, leering.

"But I booked the field!", said Oliver, positively spitting with rage. "I booked it!"

"Ah", smirked Flint. "But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker.'"

"You've got a new Seeker?", said Oliver, distracted. "Where?"

And from behind the six large figures before them came a seventh, smaller boy, smirking all over his pale, pointed face. It was Draco Malfoy.

"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?", said Fred, looking at Malfoy with dislike.

"Funny you should mention Draco's father," said Flint as the whole Slytherin team smiled still more broadly. "Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team."

All seven of them held out their broomsticks. Seven highly polished, brand-new handles and seven sets of fine gold lettering spelling the words Nimbus Two Thousand and One gleamed under the Gryffindors' noses in the early morning sun.

"Very latest model. Only came out last month," said Flint carelessly, flicking a speck of dust from the end of his own. "I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps-", he smiled nastily at Fred and George, who were both clutching Cleansweep Fives, "-sweeps the board with them."

None of the Gryffindor team could think of anything to say for a moment. Malfoy was smirking so broadly his cold eyes were reduced to slits.

"Oh, look", said Flint snobbishly. "A field invasion."

Ron and Hermione were crossing the grass to see what was going on.
　
"What's happening?", Ron asked Azalea. "Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?"
He was looking at Malfoy, taking in his Slytherin Quidditch robes.