Evelyn Potter and the Chamber of secrets ( Draco )

Chapter 11

Evelyn's p.o.v.

" Another goal to Slytherin. They lead Gryffindor 90:70!!!! " Lee screamed at the top of his lungs from the Professors box. Thank the good Lord I'm on Gryffindor, or Gryffindor would only score 30 points in this game, since I scored that specific 40 points, all thanks to the Slytherins' Nimbus 2001. And uh oh, Oliver's face is really, really dark with anger. We're officially dead.

The Slytherins started whooping and cheering, while circling around the field in a V shape, just because they're 30 points up than us. I narrowed my eyes, and if eyes could kill, all of them would me on the floor with all their organs spilled every-

" EVELYN!!! "

My head snapped towards Angelina, who zoomed towards me with the Quaffle in her arms, and the Slytherin Chasers almost catching up with her.

She threw the Quaffle as hard as she could to me, hoping the Slytherins don't get their filthy hands on it.

I got the Quaffle quickly, all thanks to my Nimbus 2000, and Montague and Puccey, started chasing my trail.

" Are you mad?!! " I babbled, zooming across the field, " This is definitely not the right time to chase a girl, boys- AHHHHHH, WHAT THE HEECCCKKKK?!!!!! "

A bludger barely missed my face, when it zoomed past me, trying to hit me.

I halt my broom to stop sharply, causing the two, in my opinion, unskilled Chasers hitting the ground painfully.

" Whoops! Did that hurt?! " I gave an uninterested look to the two Slytherins, who sat up, groaning like they just broke every bone in their body, though to me, they still look to be in perfect condition.

" Watch yourself, Evelyn!! " Oliver shouted, halting to stop in front of me.

" Didn't know you cared. " I winked, making him blush furiously, while all the boys, especially Harry, the overprotective brother, glared at Oliver, even Mouthfoul, who glared venomously, to my surprise. This guys glaring thing happens almost at every match when I use my flirting power as my own strategy for the game, and everytime Mouthfoul glares at whoever-that's-my-next-victim, I'm always taken by surprise, even if it isn't new.

" Hey, sis, stop flirting, start playing. " Harry growled.

" Whatever, bro. "

I looked behind Oliver's shoulder, and saw the exact same bludger that almost got me square in the face, came speeding towards Oliver, or to be honest, me. And being a gentleman as I am, I flew in front of him, and took the bludger, hitting me square in the stomach.

I felt a metallic, warm liquid rise up my throat, and everything went a little blur, as I tried my best not to fall off my broom.

The crowd gasped fearfully, while I spat blood out of my mouth and to the field.

" Evelyn! " Harry gasped, trying to pat me, only to be swatted away like a disturbing fly.

" Are you okay?! Do you need a time out?!! " Oliver asked worriedly.

" Do I look okay? And do I look like I need a timeout?! " I rolled my eyes and zoomed almost immediately towards the Slytherin goal post, once I saw the Slytherin Chasers mounting their brooms.

I reached the post, throwing up the Quaffle, do a turn with my broom and smack the Quaffle with it, hurling it at lighting speed towards the post, though still feeling a little dizzy.

" GRYFFINDOR CHASER EVELYN POTTER SCOREESSSS!!!!! " Lee screamed in joy. " I must admit, more than half of the points Gryffindor wins came from Evelyn. Best Chaser I've ever seen in my life, even after getting full hit by a bludger. I mean, she's got the looks, the strategies, the cleverness, the- "