Scarred from the Chamber of Secrets (Harry Potter Fan Fiction Retelling)

Chapter 7: Malfoy Said I Had Mud for Blood

"No!" Oliver Wood yelled at Harry, who had just flown right into one of the bleachers and tumbled off his broom. "You're not supposed to fly into anything!"

"It isn't exactly easy sitting on a skinny piece of wood that's not even meant to be sat on," Harry yelled back, rubbing his head. After unsticking his broom from a wad of gum underneath a bleacher, he shakily flew back onto the field. The air was brisk and slightly windy, a great day for Quidditch practice. However, none of the Gryffindors seemed to be focusing.

"Then why don't broomsticks have seats?" Angelina wondered, soaring next to Harry. "I guess I wouldn't know since I was held back and failed broomstick class even though I'm on the Quidditch broomstick team."

"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione yelled down from the bleachers as he landed on the ground. She and Ron were the only spectators watching them practice.

This made Oliver sigh in aggravation. "I told everyone that practices are secret. Those two could be spying for Hufflepuff."

"Hufflepuff is pretty desperate to win," Alicia Spinnet said. "I heard Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff say they're thinking about unloading a bunch of live, hungry badgers on us. Talk about stupid."

"We are not working for Hufflepuff," Hermione informed him, leaning over the railing. "It just so happens that Harry tells Ron and me everything. Everything! Ah!" She leaned forward too far and fell over the side, landing at Harry's feet.

"You did that on purpose so you could be closer to us," Harry said, looking down at her.

"Yeah right," Hermione said, standing up and brushing herself off. "I just wanted to feel the hard grass on my back." She waved shyly at Oliver. "Hi, Oliver."

"Get away from me."

Colin scampered onto the field with his phone. "Let me take a picture of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" He tripped and fell on a Bludger. "Ow."

"Will everyone stop getting distracted?" Oliver said angrily as everyone laughed at Colin. "We need to get practicing if we're going to win the Quidditch Cup this year."

"Yeah, stop being so distracted," Hermione said. The whole team looked at her.

"Hermione?" Ron said from above her. "You're the distraction."

"Me? A distraction?" Hermione gasped, touching Oliver's face. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Now that we all agree that Hermione is an annoying little girl," Oliver said, making Hermione's mouth fall open, "we will continue with practicing the swan dive."

"How does that go again?" Katie Bell asked. "I get my swan dives mixed up with my belly flop dives."

"Just jut out your neck and dive on your broom," Oliver said. "Now practice!"

"I don't think we're going to be able to," Fred said, pointing behind him. "The Slytherins are coming. Someone cue the depressing music."

The entire Slytherin team approached the Gryffindors, led by their team captain, Marcus Flint. They each had smug expressions on their otherwise evil faces.

"Flint, we're practicing here," Oliver growled. "Get lost."

"Actually, Professor Snape gave us permission to practice on the field right about now," Flint said, grinning evilly. "We have it booked for today."

"That's ironic since you don't know what a book is," Hermione snapped.

"But we booked the field," Oliver insisted. "I told Angelina to get permission from McGonagall." The whole team turned to look at Angelina, who was busy looking at a bird.