The Best Year (A Cedric Diggory Fanfic) {HIATUS}

Chapter Eight: The Slaughtering of the Snake

The Best Year

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Chapter Eight: The Slaughtering of the Snake

Sunday, October 18th

"All our blood, sweat and tears, have all added up to this moment. The opening match. Today, we are going to defeat Slytherin, and this will set the tune for the rest of the year. Understand?" said Oliver.

"Yes Oliver." we chorused.

"Actually, it's the bloody, sweat and tears that you made us share Oliver." said Alecia.

"Bloody hell, Oliver, you have had us getting up from the crack of dawn for the last month." added Angelina.

"True." said Oliver. "But I assure you that your abilities have improved tremendously. We want the Cup again this year."

"You want the cup again this year." said Fred and George in unison.

"We all do." I said. "As much as we all hate Wood's crazy training regime... Let's be honest, who doesn't want to parade the Cup in front of the Slytherin team, second year running."

"Thank you Alex." said Wood. "Now do we need to go through our positions and tactics, once more or are we right?"

"We're fine." said Katie. "I just want to get out there and fly."

"Can't wait to wipe those snarky looks of those Slytherins," said Angelina.

"You'll be okay here Alex?" asked Wood. "There is the whistle for us to get onto the pitch."

"I'll be fine," I said. "Harry is more then capable of flying against the Malfoy boy. I'm just itching to fly against Diggory. I can't wait a month!"

"Are you sure, you'll be okay? I can take you up to the grandstand to the teachers booth..." said Oliver.

"Oliver I'll be fine," I said, as he walked up to me.

"Do I get a good luck --" asked Oliver. Before he could finish his sentence, my lips met his. The kiss was slow and sweet, nothing too passionate and rushed. Unfortunately it was interrupted by Madam Hooch walking into the Gryffindor change rooms.

"Wood! Get your players on the field this instant!" she barked.

"Yes Madam Hooch," he replied, "Come on team! Thanks for that Alex."

"Not a problem. Now go get them." I said. "I'll be watching."

I watched my team march onto the Quidditch pitch, flaunting their scarlett and golden robes. They quickly mounted their brooms, and flew into their positions. Oliver unenthusiastically shook hands with Marcus Flint. Even from two hundred and fifty feet away, I could feel the tension. Fred and George were on either side of Oliver, with Angelina, Alecia and Katie in the second row. Harry was hovering about fifty meters above everyone else, which was a smart thing to do. The Snitch, when released, naturally wants to get away as quickly as possible, and the best way to do that, is go upwards. According to Angelina, Slytherin versus Gryffindor matches were always quite entertaining. Partly because of the rivalry between the houses, made the match just a touch dirtier, the around reason was because Lee Jordan commentated on it. Lee Jordan was a Gryffindor student, in Fred and George's year. The twins and he were quite good friends. Lee was rather tall, with dark shin and features. Apparently he was a great commentator, but his comments sometimes were a little out of line. Professor McGonagall had to keep a firm grip on Lee, for his commentary to be placed purely on Quidditch.