Just Kiss Me (Fred Weasley Fanfiction)

Chapter Nineteen

(Emily's POV)

"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinnet of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goalposts, looking good, Alicia! No. Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the pitch! Woo! 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" Lee's commentary was as animated as ever.

I took a photo of Angelina scoring the first goal, and another of her punching the air in excitement, when she was suddenly slammed into by Marcus Flint, almost falling off her broom.

"Sorry!" Said Flint. "Didn't see her."

Next thing I knew Fred had thrown his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head, his nose smashing into the handle of his broom. Lucy and I cheered at this, not that Fred would have been able to hear us.

"That will do!" Madam Hooch screamed. "Penalty to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"

"Oh, come on, Miss!" Fred yelled angrily.

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

"Yes! She's beaten the Keeper! Twenty-zero to Gryffindor!" Lee yelled as Alicia made the shot.

We cheered and I took some more photos, then I turned my attention to the other end of the pitch, Flint was lining up to take the Slytherin penalty. He flew quickly forward and took a shot at the goalposts, but Wood saved it just in time.

"YES! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HE'S SAVED IT!" Lee screamed over the crowd. "Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession – no! Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell! Katie Bell of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the pitch – THAT WAS DELIBERATE!"

Montague had swerved in front of Katie and had grabbed her head, Katie cartwheeled in the air and dropped the Quaffle, but managed to stay on her broom. Madam Hooch blew her whistle as she flew over to Montague and started shouting at him. A moment later, Katie put another penalty past the Slytherin Keeper.

"Thirty-zero! TAKE THAT YOU DIRTY, CHEATING –"

"Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way–" McGonagall started.

"I'm just telling it like it is, Professor!" Lee argued, making me laugh.

I watched as Harry suddenly went shooting off towards the Slytherin end of the pitch, Malfoy quick to follow. The two Slytherin Beaters were beating bludgers in Harry's direction, barely missing him with the second one. The two Beaters, it seemed, had a new plan, they had started chasing Harry, their clubs raised. Harry was quick to change direction, though, causing the two Beaters to collide with a crunch and, of course, I managed to get a photo of this!

"Ha!" Lee yelled. "You'll need to get up early in the morning to beat that Firebolt! And it's Gryffindor in possession again, Johnson takes the Quaffle, Flint alongside her, poke him in the eye, Angelina! – only joking, Professor! Oh no, Flint in possession, Flint flying towards the Gryffindor goalposts, come on, Wood!"

Unfortunately, Flint had scored, and cheers erupted from the Slytherin crowd. Lee swore so badly that McGonagall was trying to tug the megaphone away from him.

"Sorry, Professor! Won't happen again!" Lee promised. "Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession."

"This match is getting out of hand!" Lucy exclaimed.