The Girl Who Lived

Quidditch Match

"Babe. You'll do just fine," Ron reassures me. He kisses me once and I join the team. I feel so nervous. I'm almost in tears. "You'll do just great," Harry says when he sees me coming. We've had a few practices since I joined the team. I did good in them, but I'm still super worried. "But what if I don't? What if I do terrible and we lose! Oh no. I'm dead. I am screwed." 

"Hey. You'll do amazing! I know you will!" Harry hugs me and the game starts. I don't start off so hot. I'm trying to find a Quaffle. I'm dead. Wood's going to kick me off the team! Out of the corner of my eye, I see one. I sigh with relief and go get it. It feels a little weird in my hands. My hands are pretty small. Not too small, though. It's one disadvantage. Wood told me that if we didn't already have a seeker, I'd be a seeker. I dodge the bludger that Crabbe tried aiming at me. The other beater's Goyle. Draco's the seeker, of course. The chaser is Flint. I wasn't excited to hear that. I totally forgot he's on the Slytherin team. Being near him gives me flashbacks to the rape. I hate it, but I can't do anything about it. I can't let the team down like that. So, I try to ignore it. It doesn't always work, but it does sometimes. I dodge Goyle's bludger as well. Why the Hell are they both aiming at me? I successfully make the Quaffle past the keeper. I smirk at Crabbe and Goyle, who scowl at me. The game goes on for a while. I start to do much better. I score a crap-ton of Quaffles. I feel victorious. That feeling goes away when I notice that Draco's almost got the snitch. I fly up to get another quaffle, just in case he doesn't get it, but I see a dementor. I freeze in place. No. Not again. I grab my wand. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" I yell with all my will. I think of a happy moment; just a few moments ago, when I was feeling on top of the world. Right, it needs to be a really happy moment. I sigh and concentrate. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" I yell again. This time, it works. I thought of the moment I first saw Harry. I was so happy. The dementor flies off, but I feel lightheaded. I'm so high up. I feel myself slip off the broom. This is going to hurt, isn't it? I prepare myself to hit the ground, but I don't. Someone catches me on their broom. I'm really close to the ground, though. I'm in a really awkward position, though. My legs are on the broom, but my upper part of my body is flung off of the broom. That hurt a bit, but right now I'm more focused on not falling off of the broom. His hand is holding me in a really weird place too; right by my crotch area. I understand why though. If he doesn't, I'll fall over. After a few seconds, he grabs me by my shirt and helps me sit upright. That was also in a weird place; right by my breasts. I look to see who it is. Thank God. It's Draco. Wait. Draco? Why did he save me? "Thank you," I say. He rolls his eyes. He goes to grab my broom for me and hands it to me. "You owe me one," He snarls. 

"More like five thousand, but yeah." I grab the broom and jump off of his broom onto mine. 

"Draco? GOOD LUCK!" I yell and fly off. I think Draco and I've gathered the entire audience's attention. I mean, Draco Malfoy? Saving mudblood? My heart is racing. That. Was. So. Close. I almost got really hurt. My ass is on fire from the hard landing on Draco's broom, but better that than landing on the ground. I can't believe that happened. Wow. The rest of the game goes pretty smoothly. We're at 200-210. Slytherin is winning by 10 points. Wait. Not anymore! I just scored a point. We're equal now. Draco and Harry are both racing furiously. I wonder why he did that. He was so close to the snitch before! He could have won but he saved me from a serious injury. I probably wouldn't have even died. Probably. I hear a whistle blow. Harry caught the snitch. I know I should feel happy, but I don't. I feel terrible. Absolutely terrible. I fly down to my team, who are celebrating. Harry hugs me. He's panting. "Hey. Cheer up. We won!" Woods says. I look sadly at the Slytherin team and shake my head. "We didn't deserve it, though. They did." 

"Hey. Draco did a very...honorable thing," Harry says. 

"I know, but that cost his team and house the victory. And it was my fault that they lost."