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10| Swallowing Snitch

''𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?''

𝘈/𝘯: 𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘗𝘠 𝘉-𝘋𝘈𝘠 𝘑𝘖𝘏𝘕𝘕𝘠 𝘋𝘌𝘗𝘗!

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹'𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯. The thin white blanket of the Hospital bed was starting to fall off the side, and new clothes have been put onto the table beside me for this morning. No idea how long I've been asleep, but Madam Pomfrey isn't here to answer that question. 

Quickly jumping out of bed, I reached over for my clothes and shut the curtains around myself. I put on the grey pants along with the white blouse and black Gryffindor robes. I didn't feel like tying my tie at the moment, so I just let it hang around my neck for the time being. 

''Your awake dear. Good, you have a Quidditch game today.'' Madam Pomfrey came over, pulling the curtains back in their place once I was done getting dressed. 

''Today? Today is the Quidditch game?'' I asked, in an exasperated tone. Madam Pomfrey nodded her head, and that's all it took before I sprinted out of the Hospital Wing and over to The Great Hall. When I entered, everyone was sitting at their designated tables, Harry was wearing his Quidditch uniform. 

''Y/n! Your okay.'' Hermione came and hugged me, jumping out of her seat to sprint over and wrap her arms around me. 

''Of course I am, why wouldn't I?'' I asked, pulling her arms off me and looking at her face. She had a smile on her face as she shrugged in an answer. ''Harry, are you ready for today?'' 

''As I'll ever be. Better now that I know that you'll also be there.'' He smiled. I smiled back, but it soon faded once Harry and I were called out to the pitch by Oliver. 

''Time to get to the pitch, Gryffindor!'' He shouted, making most of the hall turn and shout at the team, whether it was good or bad. Mostly good shouting, though. 

We had the whole team with us, walking through the corridors and down the trail to get to the Quidditch Pitch. I started to walk behind the team, my nerves started to kick in and now I didn't feel like going out and playing Quidditch. Especially chaser. 

My thoughts were short lived when I was knocked to the ground with – what had felt like – twenty pounds laying on my stomach. 

''Y/n, your alive! Don't scare me like that ever again!'' Two arms were wrapped around my waist, as I laid on the grass on my back. 

''Theo, I'm fine! Get off, though! I can't breath!'' I shouted, thankfully, Blaise had came to my rescue. He helped get Theo off me, who just reached his arms back out to hug me like a little toddler. After I got off the ground and brushed some dirt off my uniform, Theo had escaped Blaise's grasp and hugged me again.