Miss Slytherin

Book 3: Chapter 8

"It's the first game in season! I expect nothing but scores and broken knee caps from Gryffindors, Do you understand me?!" Marcus Flint exclaimed inside the Slytherin locker room. The team held their brooms tightly, cleats on and determined looks on their faces.

"I want Chasers jabbing, Beaters swinging, and Keeper blocking. Our aim here is too win!"

All of Slytherins roared in agreement, seven players, four designated roles, One quaffle, two bludgers, and one snitch. Flint glanced at Draco who looked most determined as he never caught a snitch with the game with Gryffindors before. "You have one goal in this game Malfoy, one goal. And that is to catch the snitch before that four eyed scar face does, Are we clear!"

"Yes!"

Now glancing towards Finley who held all determination in her face, holding her beater's bat on her shoulder. "I don't care if you're friendly with the lions, if I tell you to send them a bludger, what do you do?"

"Aim for the head."

Victorious smiles plastered on the Slytherin team, their little faery was on their side this game, she wasn't going to show any remorse at all.

"Captains shake hands," Madam Hooch instructed to two captains. Oliver Wood holding out his hand and Marcus Flint shaking it with a force squeeze in it causing the Gryffindor Captain to wince in pain.

Finley felt Harry staring at her, she didn't care at this point, she was here to win and her dilemma was the least of her problems on the pitch.

"On your brooms!"

Whistle blew, bludgers were sent, quaffles were caught, Finley manoeuvres herself to the other side of the pitch with the other team beater on the other side.

"Playing for their side now aren't you Finney faery," she heard Fred Weasley teases. Sending him a smile, "You're mean Freddie," she said swinging her bat sending a bludger towards him, aiming for his shoulder. Fred Weasley barely had the time to move with his Cleansweeps.

"And a flawless swing from Slytherin Evans!"

"Watch it!"

Slytherins cheered as they saw how the Weasley almost fell off his broom. Following the other beater's lead, Finley didn't allow the Weasleys to take possession of the bludger. "Another score from Johnson!" She heard Jordan commentate and a few words unrelated to the match later.

She saw Flint's signal for a bludger, she nodded her head. "One!"

Bludger was swung by the other slytherin beater, "Two!"

"Three!" She swung her bat as hard as she could, she felt a dent on the metal bat and saw that the bludger hit Alice Spinnet on the head. She was suppose to cheer, she stops as she felt frozen, all warmth left her body.

Dementors made their way down the pitch, she couldn't move, fear made it's way in her system. The dementor was closing in on her and she couldn't move at all. "Finley!"

She sat in the locker room, hands on her lap and she felt disappointed in herself for freezing and not getting out in time. The Dementor wasn't after her, rather that it was after Harry who flew behind her. Draco was having an earful from Flint as he let Harry get farther to the snitch when he pushed Finley out of the Dementors path.

Even with the noble sacrifice, they were still able to win even with the snitch caught by Gryffindor. It was a close one too, it was a ten point margin and Flint wasn't satisfied with it.

"Evans."

"I'll get them next time Flint," she said, voice stone cold. She didn't need him to tell her off she knew that her freezing in a game was a disgrace.