Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Malfoy Gets a Deserved Black Eye

We had found a place in the stands next to Neville, who couldn't understand why we looked so grim and worried, or why we had all brought our wands to the match.  Little did Harry know that Ava, Ron, and Hermione had been secretly practicing the Leg-Locker Curse.  They'd gotten the idea from Malfoy using it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Snape if he showed any sign of wanting to hurt Harry.  As a last resort, I would use Blue to keep him from moving.

Hermione: Now, don't forget, it's Locomotor Mortis.

Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve.

Ron: I know.  Don't nag.

YN: Guys, Dumbledore's here!

Ava: Dumbledore?

There was no mistaking that silver beard.  Ava grinned.  Harry was safe.  There was simply no way that Snape would dare to try to hurt him if Dumbledore was watching.  Perhaps that was why Snape was looking so angry as the teams marched onto the field, something that Ron noticed, too.

Ron: I've never seen Snape look so mean.  Look, they're off- ouch!

Someone had poked Ron in the back of the head.  It was Malfoy.

Malfoy: Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there.

Malfoy grinned broadly at Crabbe and Goyle.

Malfoy: Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time?  Anyone want a bet?  What about you, Weasley?

Ron didn't answer.  Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had hit a Bludger at him.  Hermione, who had all her fingers crossed in her lap, was squinting fixedly at Harry, who was circling the game like a hawk, looking for the Snitch.

Malfoy: You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?  It's people they feel sorry for.  See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money.  You should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains.

I shot to my feet as Neville went bright red, turning in his seat to face Malfoy.

Neville: I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle howled with laughter.

Ron: You tell him, Neville.

Malfoy: Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.

Ron's nerves were already stretched to the breaking point with anxiety about Harry, he didn't need this right now.

YN: I'm warning you, Malfoy, one more word-

Hermione: YN!  Harry-

YN: What?  Where?

Harry had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which drew gasps and cheers from the crowd.  Hermione stood up, her crossed fingers in her mouth, as Harry streaked toward the ground like a bullet.

Malfoy: You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!

Ron snapped.  Before Malfoy knew what was happening, Ron was on top of him, wrestling him to the ground.  Neville hesitated, then clambered over the back of his seat to help.

Hermione: Come on, Harry!

Harry sped straight at Snape, who turned on his broomstick just in time to see something scarlet shoot past him, missing him by inches.  The next second, Harry had pulled out of the dive, his arm raised in triumph, the Snitch clasped in his hand.  The stands erupted.  It had to be a record, no one could ever remember the Snitch being caught so quickly.  Ava threw her arms around me, I grinned down at her, both of our faces turning red.

Hermione: Ron!  Ron!  Where are you?  The game's over!  Harry's won!  We've won!

Hermione was dancing up and down on her seat and hugging Parvati Patil in the row in front.

YN: Harry, where have you been?

Ron: We won!  You won!  We won!  And I gave Malfoy a black eye, and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed!  He's still out cold but Madam Pomfrey says he'll be all right, talk about showing Slytherin!  Everyone's waiting for you in the common room, we're having a party, Fred and George stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens.

Harry: Never mind that now, let's find an empty room, you wait 'til you hear this...

He made sure Peeves wasn't inside before shutting the door behind us, then he told us what he'd seen and heard.

Harry: So we were right, it is the Sorcerer's Stone, and Snape's trying to force Quirrell to help him get it.  He asked if he knew how to get past Fluffy, and he said something about Quirrell's "hocus pocus"... I reckon there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti-Dark Arts spell that Snape needs to break through.

Hermione: So you mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?

YN: Oh god, it'll be gone by this weekend.