Never Is Our Always

Victory for Gryffindor

(Minnie pov) (a week later)

Today was a match that scared the Gryffindor team the most, Snape was the referee today.

"Now, good luck and strive for victory, we've been working out arses off for this and we deserve it!"

"If you lose he'll try and drown himself," I said, they all look at me before I blink and look back at everyone. "Did I say something?" I ask.

"She's right, we have to win or we're gonna have to try and pull Wood out of the showers again... that wasn't pretty." Fred said as he shudders.

"You cried for a week," I said and Oliver glared at me, I instantly shut myself up and look down at my feet.

"Get ready and let's win this!" Oliver shouts before touching my shoulder as he made me look at him, "what happened with St Mungo's?"

"I'll tell you later," I whispered.

"You look exhausted." Oliver frowns.

"Go win, Captain Wood," I told him and he playfully pulled my beanie over my glasses, I whined as he rubbed my head.

"Yeah, yeah, Minnie," he mumbled as I giggled and fixed my beanie again. "Go on and go sit in the stands."

"Yes sir," I roll my eyes as I left the Gryffindor tent and went to go into the stands.

-

Snape was looking so angry as the teams marched onto the field.

"I've never seen Snape look so mean," I heard Ron tell Hermione.

"Look they're off- Ouch!" Someone had poked Ron in the back of the head. When I turned my head to look, I just sighed, it was Draco Malfoy.

"Johnson has the quaffle-"

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there." Draco grinned broadly at Crabbe and Goyle. "Hey Mute." I just roll my eyes, "Marcus won't stop chattering about you, Minnie."

"Don't call me Minnie." I managed to mumble out to him.

"Ooh! Bad luck-"

"Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?" Draco was loving this.

Ron didn't answer; Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had hit a Bludger at him.

"Hufflepuffs been awarded a penalty-"

"Are you kidding me?" I mumbled in annoyance.

"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" said Draco loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all.

"Bloody hell, he's being biased." I whispered, all because Snape hates Gryffindor.

"It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasley's, who've got no money-" I gave Draco a dirty look.

"The Weasley's have more talent than you have brain, Malfoy." I mumbled and he stares daggers into me.

"As I was saying, you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains." Draco says as his eyes didn't leave mine.

Neville went bright red but turned in his seat to face Draco. "I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy," he stammered.

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle howled with laughter, but Ron, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, "You tell him, Neville."