One Stone Changes So Many Lives - Book 3/10

Chapter 13 - Harry's 1st Quidditch Match

Sabrina's POV

As the days went on, I found myself having nightmares almost nightly. I kept my promise to George, of going to his dorm whenever I had one. It had become pretty normal to everybody now. I would simple whisper his name, and he would open his eyes lightly. Upon seeing me he would smile sweetly, moving himself over to make some room for me. I would climb into his bed, and lean up against him. He would then drape his arm around my waist hugging me, pulling me closer towards him.

"Don't let the bed bugs bite" he'd whisper cheekily into my hair, before falling back off to sleep. I'd then fall asleep in his arms smiling. The lessons with Draco had been going well. His potion skills were improving on so well, that I had begun teaching him how to brew some 2nd year potions. The only downside was that Oliver kept moaning about me missing practice sessions for the tutoring. It was his own fault for trying to run practice every single night in the lead up to Saturday's match.

The morning of the match finally dawned very bright and cold. I somehow managed to wake up before the other boys in the dormitory, just like I do every morning. The only time I ever slept in, Lee kept on making so many jokes, that I decided to give him cat whiskers. Everyone found it funny of course, but as soon as McGonagall saw Lee, she gave me a detention for an 'impressive, yet inappropriate use of magic'. So I got punished for being good at magic – Works for me!

I pulled back the duvet, before getting up and putting on my slippers. I feel a strong pair of eyes watching me. I look up to see George's warm brown eyes staring at me.

"I'll see ya down at breakfast Georgie......I gotta go and get ready" I whisper quietly. He smiles and nods to me, dropping his head back onto his pillow – He is cute when he sleeps.

The Great Hall was full of the delicious smells of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everybody looking forward to the Quidditch match. Ron and Hermione were desperately trying to convince Harry to eat, and obviously failing. Harry wasn't even touching his eggs. It makes sense though - the nerves just take over you before you're first match, making the sight of food look like peuk, and even the idea of touching it would just make you want to add to the contents.

Fred, George and the rest of the team joined me, so Oliver began talking about the strategies and how it was pretty good weather, all things considering. Before I knew it we were changing into our Quidditch robes in the changing room.

I drew back the curtains hanging on the tiny window, belonging to the changing rooms, to see what looked like the entire school turning up. They were all making their way up to the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many off the students were getting out their binoculars, to make sure they could see – Blimey! Now I feel sick.

I closed the curtain slowly, and sat back down on the bench in between the twins, deciding to untie and re-tie the laces on my boots. George must have noticed, as he took hold of my right hand, to prevent me from un-tying and re-tying the laces on the other boot.

"Everything will be fine" he whispers quietly into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Oliver clears his throat loudly, waiting for everyone to settle down.

"Okay, men - " he begins.

" - And women" Angelina pipes up loudly.

"And women - " Wood agreed "This is it - "

" - The big one - " said Fred Weasley.

" - The one we've all been waiting for" said George.

" - We know Oliver's speech by heart" Fred told Harry, "We were on the team last year"