Through your black hair, my hands

Chapter 83 - 91

A/N: Warning, explicit lemon in this section, chapters 86-88
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83.

As they were speaking, the Slytherin beater Goyle had neatly coordinated with McNair to steer a bludger at the Gryffindor keeper Flynn, knocking him out and off his broom. Madam Hooch deftly caught him then blew on the silver whistle to signal a break.

"He needs medical attention!" Madam Hooch yelled. She descended to the ground then released Flynn into the hands of several Gryffindor students so that they could take him to the infirmary. She rose into the air again then pointed at the Slytherins, "Penalty, one shot."

James called in the reserve keeper.

Harry sat quietly on his broom, "Twelve minutes after opening, the first casualty."

"Last year there were three Gryffindors and four Slytherins injured, the year before, four Gryffindors and four Slytherins." James was matter of fact, "It's all for the sake of winning."

After only fifteen seconds, Sirius sent a bludger at the Slytherin Beater Oslo, breaking his right arm. Slytherin had to send in a reserve.

"1:1." James voice was uncommonly upbeat.

Harry glared at him, but before he could respond a flash of gold streaked over James' head and moved upwards at a slant.

The snitch!

Both Harry and James aimed their brooms up and flew closely after the snitch. The snitch fluttered its wings and flew between their grasping hands like a fish slicing through water, flying towards chaos. The match was very confrontational and the players were concentrated into a small area, penalties occurring in countless ways and the players were barely able to stay balanced on their brooms. The entry of the snitch and the two seekers into this chaos broke the dangerous balance, their speeds were extreme and they created more chaos wherever they went, there were also intermittent aerial acrobatics. Both Harry and James were in a bit of trouble as their brooms were flying too fast while there were too many people around them, several times they almost swerved into bludgers when trying to avoid crashing into other players, each escape was both death-defying and terrifying.

Gryffindor 50, Slytherin 50, Gryffindor 80, Slytherin 70, Gryffindor 100, Slytherin 120...

The scores rose in turn and injured players were replaced one after the other, after one and half hours play, the injuries were at Slytherin 4 and Gryffindor 5.

Harry had no time to consider these statistic, all he could see was the golden snitch. The Firebolt was faster than the Nimbus 1981 and he was close behind the snitch with James most of a broom length behind him.

There are no gentlemen in Quidditch. James continually attacked the back of the Firebolt, hitting it with the front of his Nimbus 1981, harder each time, the right hand not holding the broom also reached out to pull on the rear of the Firebolt, trying to drag it back and slow Harry down.

More skilled, Harry was not slowed by James' attacks, he held tightly to the Firebolt and swerved up and down, left and right, time and again shaking off James' hand, his ever-changing position evading many of James' attempt to hit him with his Nimbus 1981.

James clenched his teeth, "Harry, you're a coward, you don't even have the guts to face me head on, you're just relying on your faster broom!" He was yelling very loudly, otherwise Harry would not be able to hear what he was saying.

Harry was laughing, "James, brooms are a part of Quidditch, don't be so childish." He answered without turning around or dividing his attention, his eyes staring unblinkingly at the little golden ball in front of him.