Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Two - Quidditch with a Hangover

Madame Hooch was appalled and amused by what she found on the quidditch pitch when she went to set up for this morning's game. The first game of the season, Gryffindor verse Slytherin. The first game in Hogwart's history that had coaches as well as captains leading the team. The first game in Hogwart's history where the quidditch pitch had what appeared to be a bunch of very cold, very drunk, passed out students with a muggle football and a scattering of school brooms. She cast a silencing spell around the boys, she'll let them sleep until their Heads of Houses could decide what to do with them. Seamus Finnigan and Harry Potter will be her problem ever since she took over Gryffindor House after McGonagall became Headmistress.

"Expecto Patronum." Hooch casts, "Please inform Minerva, Severus, and Filius that we have a situation here on the pitch and I need to consult." A silvery greyhound runs towards the castle.

She picks up a nearly empty fire whiskey bottle, "Evanesce." The bottle vanishes. She inspects the pitch for any possible damage these boys may have cause but finds none. "Accio brooms." All the brooms come to her, and she locks them away in the school's storage. They are extremely lucky she found them and not another Head of House. She has a soft spot for some of these boys.

"This had better be important." Snape storms into the pitch followed by Flitwick, "We have a game in half an hour, and I will not have my time taken on foolish trivialities."

"Good morning, Rolanda." Flitwick greets, smiling as he notices what has brough them here.

"I see." Minerva walked over to the pile of sleeping 8th years, "I'm sure their friends will be happy to know we've located these missing boys."

"They do look very cozy." Flitwick grins. "Very cold too, poor lads. Is that frost in young Mr. Cornfoot's hair?"

"Severus, since the majority of these boys belong to your House, how should we proceed?" McGonagall smirks.

"May I?" Hooch asks, "I cast a silencing spell around these boys. Perhaps, we leave them be for the time?" She looks down at her watch, "We've got 20 minutes before the start of the game which means only 10 minutes before the students start showing up."

"Let the crowd wake them?" Snape smirks, "You might actually be a very good Head of House Rolanda, but we will not know what shape they will be in once they've woken. From the smell alone, I'd wager they'll have a rough time of it."

"You may have your fun." McGonagall smiles, "But there needs to be actual consequences besides public humiliation. They are very lucky that they've left no evidence of their festivities. I believe a weeks detention for each of them is in order. Madame Hooch, I think this quidditch pitch could use a good cleaning, don't you?"

"Yes, Headmistress." Hooch looks around at the brand new quidditch pitch. The old one was destroyed in the war. They wouldn't have had quidditch this year, if it wasn't for a grant they received designated for the restoration or construction of the quidditch pitch. The need to give these children normality while the rest of the world healed can not be found in greater abundance than what she's seen donated to Hogwarts.

"Don't you think that these boys should cheer on their houses? It would be cruel of us to deny them the opportunity to sit with the screaming fans and support their favored team." Flitwick watched as students started to exit the school.

"It would also be negligent of us to not insist that they eat a full lunch before seeing Madame Pomfrey for any side effects they may be feeling." Snape glared at his three Slytherins.

"We must always keep the well fair of our students in mind at all times." McGonagall left to climb to the teacher's box of the stands, leaving the three Heads of House to deal with their charges.