American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

Quidditch

After the slight setback of the pink abomination's 5,000,000th educational decree, we were finally back at quidditch practice. It took Angelina way longer to get permission for the Gryffindor team than any of the other houses. So we only had a week of practice before our first house match against Slytherin. I heard that Slytherin plays dirty, but so do I. Especially when I'm mad. And these days I'm like the Hulk. I'm always angry. 

We went through countless drills at practice. Ron was horrible. He was fine until people would come watch our practices and then he would completely fall apart. This was definitely going to be a problem for our first house match. I just hoped he can pull it together before then. 

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The day finally arrived. Tensions between Gryffindor and Slytherin have been rising all week. We would get into fights in the hallways. I love a good rivalry, but this was getting out of hand. Ron also looked like he was about to pass out, which is not good. Harry kept trying to get him to eat, while I turned my attention to the team captain.

"Angelina, it'll be okay. We've been working our asses off for the past week. The chasers are brilliant. We're all so close that we can practically read each other's minds." It's true. Angelina, Katie, and I are the chasers and very good friends. We work well together and are able to read each other's movement. "The twins are bloody brilliant beaters too. They're strong and aggressive and great flyers, even on Cleansweep 5s. Harry, even though he's blind, is somehow incredibly good at spotting the snitch. He hardly ever misses" I didn't mention Ron. I don't like to lie. 

"Thanks, Mags. But I do realize you did not include our keeper in that. Which is not helping at all." Shit. 

"He'll be fine. He's actually really good when he's not nervous. We just need to get his mind off of the crowd." 

She sighed. This was going to be a rough match; we could all feel it. 

The team made it's way down to the changing rooms. The wind was really strong, which would cause some problems. Angelina looked nervous, but pulled it together in the end. At the end of her big speech, we all cheered. We were hyped. 

"One more thing. Play aggressive. Especially you, Margaret. I've seen you on the pitch and you're not afraid to break some rules. I need that today, alright? Because you get bet the Slytherins will be playing the same way." 

I nodded, a smile growing on my face. As we walked out in formation, Angelina leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "I want you to play aggressive, but try not to give them any penalties. I don't know if Ron can handle that pressure." I nodded to show her I understood. i was pretty good at getting away with things on the quidditch field, but I have never played with Madame Hooch before. 

The two captains looked like they wanted to murder each other as they shook hands. Fun! But we all quickly got in our positions and Madame Hooch released the balls and blew her whistle. 

"And Margaret Hughes has got the quaffle! I've never seen her play but I heard she's a firecracker. And there she goes, blowing down the pitch. She dodges a bludger and OH LOOK AT THAT completely messes with the Slytherin's heads as she dodges one of their chasers. Here she goes, opportunity to score...10 points to Gryffindor!" 

I smiled. My strategy is always full send in the beginning. Afterwards, I back off and work with my teammates. But in the beginning, it's all me. It's a time to intimidate the other team and show them what you got. And now they know. 

Angelina, Katie, and I worked together flawlessly. We flew in formation, passes almost always reaching their target. Sadly, the Slytherins have a good keeper, making it difficult to score. I was constantly slamming into Slytherins and knocking the quaffle out of their hands, which Katie and Angelina would grab. Sometimes it was less than legal, I might kick out my foot or use my elbow, but Madame Hooch never saw. One time, I flew a straight intercept course into a Slytherin and got a penalty since we collided so hard that the Slytherin almost fell off their broom. That was entirely my intention, but I didn't want to put that pressure on Ron. He had already missed a few saves and was starting to deteriorate. Shit. 

I hadn't noticed it before since I was so focused on the game, but there was a song going on in the crowd. I listened intensely as Slytherin set up for the penalty. 

Weasley cannot save a thing

He cannot block a single ring

that's why all Slytherins sing

Weasley is Our King.

Weasley was born in a bin,

He always lets the Quaffle in,

Weasley will make sure we win

Weasley is our king. 

 Oh no oh no oh no. Ron is definitely hearing this as he's the closest to the stands. This does not help his confidence. Slytherin scores the penalty. The game is a rough one. Ron continues to struggle and the roughness picks up. By now, the Slytherin captain and I have eyes only for each other. We're constantly slamming into each other to the point where Madame Hooch has to come over to warn us. I get hit with a few bludgers, but way less than I used to at Ilvermorny. Fred and George are really good. The game was 50-40 Gryffindor and it doesn't look like the snitch has been spotted. By now I'm soaking wet, freezing, and incredibly bruised. I think everyone on the team is praying for this to be over. 

"Potter has spotted the snitch! There he goes, can he get it?" I heard Lee announce. Thank god. 

"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS!" We all flew to the ground celebrating. I spotted Harry, who was in pain due to a bludger hit unfairly at him at the end of the game. But of course, our happiness is shortlived as we saw the Slytherin team walk over to Harry. We started walking in their direction. All except for Ron, who started to go back to the locker room. He was probably upset at his performance. 

"Saved Weasley's neck there, did you Potter. He's absolutely horrific. No wonder, he was born in a bin. Like my lyrics, Potter?" 

We finally reached the Slytherin team.  "We wanted to write a couple more verses, but we couldn't find anything that rhymes with fat and ugly-we wanted to sing about his mother, you see-"

"Crabbe or Goyle's mother, Malfoy? Sorry, I missed the rest of this conversation." I said, earning a glare from Malfoy. 

He continued on. "We couldn't fit in useless loser-for Weasley's father, you know"

I saw George's fists clench out of the corner of my eye. I instantly grabbed onto him and gestured for Katie and Angelina to grab onto Fred, who was fuming.

"George, It's okay. He's just trying to get you mad. He wants a reaction. Don't give it to him. Please. Imagine what Umbridge would do. Please George I know it's hard but let's go back to the locker room and leave this slimey git alone." I hoped my use of the British insult would grab his attention, but it doesn't. He doesn't move. 

"You like the Weasley's, don't you Potter? You spend holidays and stuff there. Can't see how you stand the stink, but maybe it reminds you of your dear mother and the pigsty that muggle brought you up in"

At this point, we couldn't hold them back anymore. Harry was the first one on Malfoy, since no one was restraining him. George was next since I was the only one holding him back. We might both be athletic, but he's stronger due to him swinging the beater's bat. Fred was next, even with Angelina and Katie holding him back. I don't condone fighting, and I stay out of it. But I didn't disagree that someone needed to bash Malfoy's smug face in. I felt bad not participating, but as if on cue my scar started to hurt as I was reminded of the repercussions of standing up to Umbridge. Besides, it's already three on one. The rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherin team were standing there in shock.  

"what do you think you're doing?" Madame Hooch screamed, running over after dealing with Crabbe who had hit the bludger at Harry. The other Professors followed behind her. The three got off of Malfoy, who was bloody and on the floor. They looked better than he did, but their knuckles were bruised and they had some defensive wounds. 

"Go to the castle, you three right now! Your head of house will meet you in her office."

George, Fred, and Harry walked back to the castle. This wasn't going to go well for them. I walked back to the locker room with Katie and Angelina. Angelina was shocked, she had no idea what to do. None of us did.