Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

The House Cup

The Gryffindor team walked out onto the field to a tidal wave of noise.  Three quarters of the crowd were wearing scarlet rosettes, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion upon them, or brandishing banners with slogans like "GO GRYFFINDOR!" and "LIONS FOR THE CUP!"  Behind the Slytherin goalposts, however, two hundred people were wearing green.  The silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags, and Professor Snape sat in the very front row, wearing green like everyone else, and a very grim smile.

Lee: And here are the Gryffindors!  Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood.  Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years-

Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of booing from the Slytherin end.

Lee: And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint.  He's made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill-

More boos from the Slytherin crowd.  I'm pretty sure he has a point though.  Malfoy was easily the smallest person on the Slytherin team, the rest of them were enormous.

Hooch: Captains, shake hands!

Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other's hand very tightly.  It looked as though each was trying to break the other's fingers.

Hooch: Mount your brooms!  Three... two... one...

The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air.

Lee: And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinnet of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goalposts, looking good, Alicia!  Ugh, no, Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the field... WHAM!  Nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina, nice swerve around Montague, duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger!  SHE SCORES!  TEN ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!

Angelina punched the air as she soared around the end of the field.  The sea of scarlet below was screaming its delight.

Lee: OUCH!

Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.

Flint: Sorry!

The crowd below booed.

Flint: Sorry, didn't see her!

A moment later, Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head.  Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.

Hooch: That will do!  Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser!  Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!

Fred: Come off it, miss!

Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Alicia flew forward to take the penalty.

Lee: Come on, Alicia!  YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER!  TWENTY ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!

Flint, still gushing blood from his nose, flew forward to take his penalty.  Wood was hovering in front of the Gryffindor goalposts, his jaw clenched.

Lee: Course, Wood's a superb Keeper!  Superb!  Very difficult to pass, very difficult indeed, YES!  I DON'T BELIEVE IT!  HE'S SAVED IT!

Harry zoomed away, gazing around for the Snitch.

Lee: Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession, no!  Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field, THAT WAS DELIBERATE!