Adrenaline furiously pumped through Gemini's veins, thrilling her to her core; for this was no ordinary day. It was the day of the first Quidditch match of the season, an event filled with a palpable mix of excitement and trepidation. Alongside her stood the youngest two players of the team, a picture of youthful exuberance and anxiety, their nerves flaring as they watched Oliver Wood shake hands with Marcus Flint, the Slytherin captain. Turning to Harry, she flashed a mischievous wink, her green eyes sparkling with determination and playful affection. "Best of luck, Love," she whispered, her voice barely rising above the din of the crowd.
As the sharp trill of the whistle cut through the air, signaling the start of the match, Gemini's heart raced with exhilaration. She felt the wind whip through her hair as she soared into the sky, her laughter echoing in the vastness above the pitch. In that moment, she was liberated, untethered from earthly worries. From his vantage point, Harry couldn't help but marvel at her blissful flight, his heart swelling at the sight of her radiant joy. He hastily launched himself into the air, shooting Malfoy a venomous glare before focusing his gaze on the shimmering gold of the elusive Snitch. The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and jeers, the Slytherin Chasers smirking as they expertly maneuvered on their pristine new brooms, gliding past the Gryffindors with ease. With a fierce determination, Gemini seized a Quaffle and hurled it through the hoops with impressive precision, a victory that ruffled feathers on the other side. "Brooms don't make you any better, Flint," she taunted playfully, nudging the Slytherin captain into a realm of discomfort, his barely suppressed annoyance evident to all.
As the game progressed, Harry circled high above the pitch, his spirits buoyed by the abundant points being racked up by his team, largely due to Gemini's dazzling performance. Meanwhile, he remained on a solitary quest for the golden Snitch, his heart racing not only from the thrill of the chase but from admiration for Gemini's undeniable talent. Just then, Malfoy's mocking voice reached his ears as he sailed overhead. "Alright there, Scarhead?" he sneered, the disdain dripping from his words. Harry whipped around, ready to unleash a scathing retort, but in the blink of an eye, a rogue Bludger hurtled straight towards him.
"Harry! Watch out!" George's panicked warning rang in his ears. With a desperate twist, Harry narrowly dodged the raging projectile, his heart pounding in his chest. Malfoy, sensing the inevitable calamity, angled downwards in fear, while a resounding crack echoed through the arena as George valiantly sent the Bludger careening away. But to Harry's disbelief, it whirled back toward him with alarming speed. With instinct kicking in, he shot off like a bolt of lightning, determined to evade the relentless ball.
The stadium collectively gasped in disbelief. "Blimey," Hagrid muttered, scratching his beard worriedly, "Harry's got 'imself a rogue Bludger." Ron and Hermione exchanged bewildered glances, "Rogue Bludger?" Ron echoed, confused. Hagrid offered Ron his binoculars. "Look fer yerself! It's been tampered with!"
Through the lenses, Ron witnessed Harry perform a breathtaking dance in the air, executing zigs and zags, loops and rolls to shake off his relentless foe. The crowd roared, spellbound, as he evaded with remarkable agility, but the Bludger remained undeterred, pursuing him like a predator stalking its prey. Ron, driven by concern, instinctively raised his wand, ready to aid his friend, but Hermione's hand shot out, halting him. She shot him a knowing look. "You're joking, right? Even with a proper wand, it's too risky. You could hit Harry!"
As Harry winded through the tumult of the match, glowing determination in his emerald eyes, Malfoy, who was soaring nearby, couldn't resist a final jab. "Training for the ballet, Potter?" he taunted, his words laced with contempt. But Harry's gaze flickered toward Malfoy's shoulder, where, just inches away, the golden Snitch danced tantalizingly. In that split second, reflexes took over—Harry surged forward, while Malfoy reacted in confusion and disbelief.
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