PRINCESS ➳ harry potter , draco malfoy (OLD VERSION)

39 || Bad News

A/N (PLEASE READ): Hey everyone. I really need a hand with something. Basically, I've known where this story is going to go for awhile now, but I'm starting to have second thoughts about it. I now have two possible directions this could go in, and I need someone to help me decide. I would ask one of my friends but none of them know about my wattpad account. If anyone would be willing to help please PM me. PLEASE NOTE that if do PM me to help, YOU WILL GET HUGE SPOILERS FOR THIS BOOK, and I would appreciate if you didn't comment them after I have told you. Thank you so much! Enjoy reading.

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Katie yawned wildly the next morning when she entered the Great Hall for breakfast. She lay awake for most of the night, sick with anger about Draco Malfoy getting Slytherin pulled from the game. They would now be playing Gryffindor in the final match of the tournament, which was not going to be a walk in the park. Gryffindor would stop at nothing to win the final game, especially if it was against Slytherin.

At around quarter to eleven, the school begun to make their way from the castle and down to the Quidditch stadium. Katie quickly wrapped herself up with her cloak before setting off across the grounds with Draco and Pansy.

Draco was in an exceptionally cheery mood. He went on and on about how relieved he was by the fact that Slytherin wouldn't be playing in the storm.

"We'll win the Qudditch Cup for sure." he said confidently (Pansy gazed at him in awe).

"Not with you as Seeker, we won't." Katie grumbled. She had clearly hit a nerve.

"Need I remind you that you let Potter get the Snitch in first year."

"Need I remind you that Harry caught the Snitch when it was right under your nose."

This petty bickering continued on until Katie and Draco were seated not-so-comfortably in the Qudditch stands.

Lightning struck the pitch and the rain continued to fall heavily. Looking down, there didn't seem to be a pitch at all — only a very large pool of swampy, brown water. The wind whistled in Katie's ear and she could not hear Lee Jordan's comedic commentary over the wailing of the storm.

A sudden loud crack of thunder made the stands gasp. Katie definitely heard that. Harry whizzed above the clouds unexpectedly. Something about the way that Harry just shot up into the sky told Katerina that he was chasing the snitch, and Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Seeker clearly believed the same, because he climbed the skies and was at Harry's side in no time.

No more than twenty seconds later, Harry reappeared on the pitch, and Diggory emerged from the clouds quickly after Harry. The grey clouds were so thick that Harry did not realise he was flying straight towards the Ravenclaw stands until the students screamed. Harry pulled up, and to his luck, so did the Snitch. It now took a clear path, across the centre of the pitch, and Harry zoomed after it. It didn't take long for the crowd to realise what exactly was happening, and they all stood up. Some cheered and others booed, but most were lost to the sound of wind and rain.

Shouts erupted from the stands when Cedric overtook Harry. Katie jumped to her feet and screamed at Harry, egging him on, much to Draco Malfoy's disgust.

Just as Cedric's fingers clasped around the golden ball, hundreds of people screamed in terror. Katie's gaze snapped up to see none other than the Gryffindor Seeker falling through the air, spinning towards the ground, and his broom was no where in sight. Scattered across the muddy pitch were at least a hundred dementors. Katie's blood ran cold and she almost toppled over from the fright.

Harry continued to fall... twenty feet... forty feet... sixty feet. Katie's heart was pounding so hard, she thought it was going to burst.

Just as it seemed as though all hope was lost, the booming voice of Albus Dumbledore said, "Arresto Momentum!"