Slytherin's Girl

Chapter 5

I woke up on Saturday to a Pansy jumping on my bed.

"Get up!" she shouted. "It's Saturday!"

"So?" I moaned. "Again with waking up. Why did that even exist?"

"If you never woke up, it would mean that you're dead," Pansy answered.

"That was meant rhetorically," I said.

She shrugged and proceeded to pull me out of bed. I fell on the floor with a thud and moaned again.

"Why didn't you just let me sleep in?" I asked.

"It's Quidditch tryouts today!" she screamed.

That caught my attention. I jumped up and raced to get dressed and brush my teeth. I was half way out the door when I realized that Pansy was still dressing herself.

"Well, hurry up!" I shouted. "I can't be late to tryouts!"

"Why are you so stressed? It's not like you're going to try out. First years aren't allowed."

"Harry is playing," I stated.

She shrugged and grabbed her bag. We walked to the great hall which was filled with students arguing about who's going to get on the teams.

"Thanks for waiting up," I said sarcastically as I planted myself next to Draco at the Slytherin table.

"My pleasure," he answered.

I gave him a sarcastic smile and grabbed a cup of pumpkin juice. Draco gave me a weird look and took a sip from his coffee.

"Not drinking coffee today?" he asked. "Who are you and what did you do to Salaza?" he asked.

"I don't drink caffeine before I play a sport," I said.

"But we're just watching tryouts today," he said a little unsure.

"If Harry can play, then I'm trying out. It's up to Flint whether he'll let a first year on the team, but I'm not going to just sit back and not try to do what I love."

"Okay, relax," he tried to calm me down. "Pansy and I will be there to watch."

We finished breakfast and headed out to the pitch. When we got there we were greeted by a sea of green. It looked like the whole of Slytherin house showed up. Draco and Pansy left to find a seat on the stands. I slipped in between the higher years and waited for Flint to start tryouts.

He arrived with the rest of the team. "Okay, chasers left, beaters right!" he grunted with a very mean tone. "The rest, take a seat because we only need one beater and one chaser."

I moved to his left and stood between about twenty other Slytherins. Flint sent us around the pitch five times. He showed five guys away after neither of them could go around a corner.

He made us throw Quaffles between each other next. Again five people were sent of because they weren't strong enough to throw the Quaffle far enough.

He let the beaters into the air next and sent us with them. He told us to get the Quaffle across the pitch without getting hit by a Bludgers.

We kept going until it was just me and a fifth year boy left for chasers. I dodged between two Bludgers and threw the Quaffle through the middle ring. I pumped my fist in the air with victory. Suddenly, a Bludger hit me square in the back and I fell to the ground.

"Slytherin, you're out! Pucey, welcome to the team. Feltweather, you too."

Pucey and Feltweather landed next to Flint. I turned around to go and put my borrowed school broom away, but I was stopped by a protesting Draco.