enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 1: Slytherin VS. Gryffindor

Felicity's POV

The following morning during breakfast, Harry's owl Hedwig decided to drop a package. In my cereal.

"Hedwig!" I yelled, "That's my cereal! Or was..."

The Gryffindor table was staring at the package questioningly, ignoring my poor murdered breakfast. "Let's open it," Ron said enthusiastically. Hermione and I began at the bottom, me still grumbling about my cereal, while Ron and Harry untied the top.

Soon enough, a broomstick was revealed. "You know, we really should have guessed what it was. Only so many things can come in a broomstick-shaped package," I said thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Ron, who had been thoroughly examining the broomstick, gasped. "This isn't just any broomstick, this is the Nimbus 2000!" Harry looked confused. "But who would-"

Our eyes slowly turned to Hedwig, who was hooting contentedly on Professor McGonagall's arm. She glanced at us, winking discreetly. Harry grinned and turned back to his broom.

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My robes blew around in the warm wind and I pulled them closer to me, irritated. "When's the bloody match going to start? I'm bored out of my mind," I complained. Seamus and Hermione, the two of my classmates I was standing in between, laughed.

Finally, the doors underneath the Gryffindor and Slytherin towers opened, revealing each team. They flew through the air before assuming their positions.

Madame Hooch walked out onto the field, directly beneath the players. "Now, I want a nice, fair game! From all of you," she shouted sternly, glaring pointedly at the Slytherin team captain, Marcus Flint, who grinned back with his grotesquely crooked and chipped teeth.

"Someone really needs to lecture that guy on personal hygiene," I grumbled, and shuddered. Seamus, being the only one who heard over the roaring crowds, laughed. I smiled at him, appreciating the validating laughter.

"The Quaffle is released, and the game begins!" One of the Weasley twins' friends, Lee Jordan, announced. I screamed and cheered wildly for Harry, Fred, and George. One of the Chasers, Angelina Johnson, started off with the Quaffle and quickly scored.

Gryffindor 10, Slytherin 0.

The Quaffle was then passed to Flint, who attempted to score. But then again, we had Oliver Wood as our Keeper, and he's a bloody good one. Wood blocked the Quaffle with the end of his broom, and sent a little smirk to Flint, who glared.

Katie Bell did some wild maneuver and passed the Quaffle to Angelina, who scored again.

Gryffindor 20, Slytherin 0.

Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and I screamed loudly, cheering for Harry and the rest of the team.

Once again, Slytherin attempted to score, only to be blocked by Wood. Flint's expression hardened and he grabbed the bat from a nearby Beater on his team. He swung the bat with all his might towards an oncoming Bludger, which hit Wood solidly in the gut and sent him spiraling towards the sandy ground 30 feet down. I could see Harry grimace, and heard the rest of the team groan.

The Slytherins quickly took the opportunity to score, without Wood defending the hoops.

Gryffindor 20, Slytherin 10.

I watched on in horror as Flint and another Slytherin Chaser cornered Angelina before snatching the Quaffle and sent her tumbling to the ground.

They, once again, wasted no time scoring with the posts vulnerable, evening out the score.

Gryffindor 20, Slytherin 20.

Suddenly, Harry's broom began bucking around wildly, like an untamed bull. He held on to the handle and crossed his legs together, trying to stay on the broomstick. People began pointing, some gasping.

"What's going on with Harry's broomstick?" Hagrid asked aloud. Hermione held her binoculars to her eyes and focused on Harry's broom. Something else caught her gaze and she gasped a little, but I was just wondering why she actually brought binoculars to a Quidditch match. "It's Snape," she whispered to me and Ron, "He's jinxing the broom!"

"Jinxing the broom?" Ron asked, brow furrowed and mouth agape. Hermione nodded vigorously in confirmation. "Well, what do we do? It's gonna throw Harry off if we don't stop him!" I said franically, pointing to where said boy was being rocked back and forth violently.

Hermione shoved her binoculars into my hands. "Leave it to me," she replied, before racing off below the stands.

I gasped as Harry suddenly tipped off the broom, only holding on by one hand. "Hold on, Harry!" I screamed, though I knew he wouldn't be able to hear me over the crowd. I anxiously peered through the binoculars, which I now found a use for.

"Come on, Hermione," I muttered. As if she could hear me, a huge disruption was caused in the Professors' stand. I squinted my eyes, seeing a small fire at Snape's feet and laughed. The other professors around him were equally disrupted and frantic about the fire as Snape was.

I quickly turned to Harry, who swung himself up onto his broom now that Snape was distracted. Ron and I breathed sighs of relief, and I lowered the binoculars.

Then Harry caught sight of the Golden Snitch. 

He began flying neck and neck against the Slytherin Seeker, both shifting into a steep dive, heading straight for the ground. About six feet from the ground, the Slytherin Seeker pulled up, glaring at Harry.

I shouted, "There's no way he's gonna make it!"

A mere half a foot from the ground, Harry finally straightened his broomstick, causing people all across the stadium to gasp. Even more than that, Harry balanced himself on the broom and began standing up.

My jaw dropped, along with practically everyone else. He took a few hesitant steps forward before he slipped off, hands flailing, and rolled from his broom onto the ground. Everyone gasped yet again before Harry stood up.

He bent over, his hands pressed to his stomach. "Looks like he's gonna be sick!" Hagrid commented loudly, concern laced through his voice.

Suddenly, the Snitch popped out of Harry's mouth and into his hands. "Harry Potter's got the Snitch! That's 150 points for Gryffindor, ending the game!" Lee Jordan narrates, smiling widely. Harry grinned victoriously and held it up, a huge smile on his face.

I breathed a sigh of relief before grinning, too, shooting the Slytherin stands a triumphant smile.

"GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Madame Hooch announced

A cheer from the crowd, almost every house rejoicing, aside from Slytherin.

I lifted Hermione's binoculars to look at the Slytherin stands and laughed, catching Malfoy's expression. He looked a mix of horrified, mortified, and furious. I handed the binoculars to Ron and pointed to Malfoy. He looked through them and soon enough, we were bent over laughing together.

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~xo