SLYTHER IN ─ harmione

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hp.

the slytherin team was in all uniform. we picked up our brooms and met up with the gryffindor team inside the quidditch ring. as the captain, i had to talk to the weasel because hes in charge with the opposing team. apparently, professor mcgonagall approved their request of practicing within the quidditch grounds. we were here first.

"do you have a permit from professor snape?" weasley demanded. i handed him the permit slip signed by professor.

"we were here first," i argued.

"we got our permit signed first, you prick," weasley agressively handed the slip back.

"just let us practice for at least an hour," cormac mclaggen suddenly entered the conversation. oh, the man in popcorn hair. i scoffed.

"no, were not done practicing," i said. "cmon, team. lets finish up-"

"hes such an arse," i heard weasley whisper.

"dont get me worked up, weasel. im tired today," i approached him, and my team immediately stayed alert as they didnt want a fight to unravel.

"thats because your team is a disaster," he laughed. i looked behind me. the majority of them were juniors. a lot of my teammates left and the only seniors are me and malfoy. malfoy didnt show up because of his relationship issues with parkinson. i tried asking zabini to try out but he refused. i know hes got one heck of a hand. he'd make a fair beater.

"ive been trying hard to train my juniors, weasel. you cant even win a match against me. im a better seeker than mclaggen," i argued. yeah, i was. his team depended on him to save the team, but he always blows it.

"beat it, potter. we'll win against you."

"kids, dont try to pull of each others tails," mclaggen chuckled and tapped both of our shoulders.

"you should leave," i told them.

"no, no, were not leaving, potter! were going to compete against each other," mclaggen suggested. i flinched. we cant compete now. my juniors arent trained enough for this.

"we cant do that. no one does that for practice."

"its not against the rules," he smirked.

"im not up for it," i told him. turning to leave, weasley stopped me and pulled my shoulder.

"i knew they couldnt do it. theyre a bunch of pussies," he laughed. i snapped and my instincts told me to fight him. i turned around and put on my agressive face. the weasel frowned and looked like he was ready to throw hands. i wont hesitate to do it, you know. i have a wand, and i could use it at my own will.

"slytherins, looks like we have competition."

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"were losing!" my teammate shouted. i groaned. i started to fasten pase as i chased the flash-going snitch. its as if its teasing and making fun of me. it kept going on different directions. it made me dizzy. as, mclaggen went ahead of me, my heart pounded. for the first time, i feared that the gryffindors would win. my teammates were not doing well, and i was the only hope for the team. just by thinking of the idea, i was already getting pressured.

chasing for the snitch, the breeze quickly hitched my skin, causing me to shiver. my broom moved faster than mclaggen. was i winning?

i suddenly spotted hermione, just by the bleachers. not much people were watching. she was cheering for me! she screamed, "go harry!" i smirked. mclaggen and weasley's face dropped as they heard her cheering for me. me, a slytherin! me, the enemy!

"shes cheering for me," i teased mclaggen.

"fuck off, dont be too full of yourself!" he shouted.

"but you heard her, didnt you?" i teased him again.

"shut! up!" he then agressively bumped my broom, causing me to shake a little. i tried to fight back, but he kept bugging my broom. i panicked and lost my balance. i fell, but quickly held onto the wood. my arm cramped so bad! i tried to pull myself back, as i saw mclaggen trying to get the snitch by himself, hanging from the broom! i was humiliated as my 'girlfriend' and my enemies were watching me avenge myself.

the gryffindors won. the moment mclaggen captured the golden snitch, i immediately gave up and let go of my grip. i fell to the ground in my dismay and watched as they celebrate. how did that simple attack drive me to defeat? i sighed. that was so humiliating. i need new teammates to help myself too. the juniors flew down and helped me stand up.

"im sorry, i lost my balance," i apologized to them.

"its alright, sir!" they happily said. "you cant succeed without failing anyway."

i chuckled, "really? you think so?"

"i believe we can win against gryffindor," one of them said.

"yeah, well, in order to do that, we should practice harder," i advised.

"are you okay, sir? did you break some bones?"

hm, maybe these juniors arent that bad. "not so much, ill be fine."

the gryffindors stopped us from going to the infirmary. "well, well, losers!" they joked. i frowned and didnt say anything.

"dont worry. youll get a consolation prize," weasley sarcastically said. the other gryffindors laughed as our team bowed down in humiliation.

"you prick-"

"ron! ron!" suddenly, some gryffindor student in pajamas appeared from nowhere. weasel turned around and asked what was wrong. the boy looked worried and anxious. he was sweating and looked like he had gone from four floors.

"ginny is at the infirmary. its urgent, please come quick!"

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