"It's hard to explain...but...the one thing I know is... I'm in love with you Draco..." I said to him
"why me...? out of all...me?"
Draco sat alone in the Slytherin common with her, confused over why of all people...why her. After years of abandonm...
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"...about the Quaffle or the Bludgers-unless they crack my head open." Said Harry overthinking.
"Don't worry, the Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers I mean, they're like a pair of human Bludgers themselves." Wood reached into the crate and took out the fourth and last ball.
I noticed Compared with the Quaffle and the Bludgers, it was tiny, about the size of a large walnut. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings.
"This," said Wood, "is the Golden Snitch, and it's the most important ball of the lot. It's very hard to catch because it's so fast and difficult to see."
"It's the Seeker's job to catch it. You've got to weave in and out of the Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers, and Quaffle to get it before the other team's Seeker, because whichever Seeker catches the Snitch wins his team an extra hundred and fifty points, so they nearly always win. That's why Seekers get fouled so much. A game of Quidditch only ends when the Snitch is caught, so it can go on for ages - I think the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep." I explained Harry, wood nodding along with my rambling.
"Well, that's it - any questions?" Asked wood.
Harry shook his head. I think he understood what he had to do all right, it was doing it that was going to be the problem.
"We won't practice with the Snitch yet," said Wood, carefully shutting it back inside the crate, "it's too dark, we might lose it. Let's try you out with a few of these."
He pulled a bag of ordinary golf balls out of his pocket and a few minutes later, both he and Harry were up in the air, I laid down on ground looking up at sky, Wood throwing the golf balls as hard as he could in every direction for Harry to catch. Harry didn't miss a single one, and Wood was delighted. After half an hour, night had really fallen and they couldn't carry on.
"That Quidditch cup'll have our name on it this year," said Wood happily as they trudged back up to the castle. "I wouldn't be surprised if you turn out better than Charlie Weasley, and he could have played for England if he hadn't gone off chasing dragons."
Perhaps it was because he was now so busy, what with Quidditch practice three evenings a week on top of all my homework, but Hogwarts is becoming more homely for me that any place ever could. My lessons, too, were becoming more and more interesting now that I had almost mastered the advanced.
On Halloween morning i woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors. Even better, Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that i thought we were ready to start making objects fly, something we had all been dying to try since they'd seen him make Neville's toad zoom around the classroom. Professor Flitwick put the class into pairs to practice.
