That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 3, Chapter 19- Quidditch but with a Firebolt

George looks from the bottom of the carriage to my face, "We can make it work Violet. We have two years to figure out how this could work."

I sniff my nose and take his hands in mine, "I'm not saying we have to end things right here right now. I want to spend as much time as I can with you. It's just something that we should probably... I dunno, acknowledge?"

"You don't suddenly agree with the things that the Death Eaters believe in do you?" George asks.

"What? Course I don't!"

George oats my hands, "Then that's all there is to acknowledge. You are still Violet now, and you will still be Violet later. You wouldn't be the Violet that I love if you were willing to just abandon your family, your cousin, at the drop of a hat. Your cousin needs you now, and will need you more in the future and you will be there for him no matter what." He says calmly. "And if all else fails we will just build a secret room into our joke shop and you and Draco can live there for the rest of your lives." He adds on trying to lighten the situation.

I kiss him on the lips and he hums slightly, "You're literally perfect." I whisper to him when I pull away.

January was full of studies and skill tests and flew by in a confusing and tiresome blur. The only real excitement in Hogwarts happened in February, the day of the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw quidditch match.

"At least it's not raining this time." Emma says when we get up into the stands.

I look up in the clear sky looking for Dementors but I can't see any, "Let's hope that no one falls to their death this time." I mumble

"I can't believe that Potter got a firebolt! I mean seriously, a firebolt!" Walter says not paying attention to either Emma or me.

"I'm sure if you made Slytherin team your father would buy you a firebolt you know." I tell him.

Walter then goes on about how he would if he had spare time blah blah blah. "Wood, Davies, shake hands." Madam Hooch's voice rings through the stadium, "On my count. Three...two...one!"

The plays soar into the sky, Harry on his Firebolt is definitely the fastest. Lee's voice can be heard over the cheering of the crowd, "And they're off! The big excitement this match is the Firebolt which Harry Potter is flying for Gryffindor." Wally smiles when he hears his boyfriends voice through the microphone. "According to Which Broomstick, the Firebolt's going to be the broom of choice for the national teams at this years World Championship-"

"God Wally you really did find someone who's more of a quidditch nerd than you are." Emma jokes.

"Jordan, would you mind telling us what's going on in the match?" McGonagall cuts Lee off as he talks about the Firebolt.

"Okay, okay, Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor heading for the goal..."

The crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and groans. "Cho is a fantastic flyer my god!" Emma shrieks as she watches Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker chase after Harry Potter and the snitch. A bludger came soaring out of nowhere making Harry have to veer off course.

"Bloody hell." Walter shouts. Gryffindors all yell out in disappointment.

I watch as George send a bludger towards the beater on the Ravenclaw team in an act of frustration which makes me smile.

"Gryffindor lead by eighty points to zero, and look at that Firebolt go! Potter's really putting it through the its paces now. See it turn- Chang's comet is just no match for it. The Firebolts precision-balance is really noticeable in these long-"

"JORDAN! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!" McGonagall screams, making Walter, Emma, and I laugh.

"This game is so much better than the first one." Walter says, his eyes darting from one side of the pitch to the other watching the players.

"Look at the seekers!" Emma says loudly. Harry and Cho are still fighting for the snitch. Cho, realizing that her broom is not as good as Harry's has started to cut Harry off and force him to change his course, which in the end slows him down significantly. The crowd watches the two seekers soar from on side of the pitch to the other, which makes me feel dizzy if I'm being honest.

"Are those Dementors?" Emma shouts pointing to the end of the pitch.

I snatch Walters binoculars from him and bring them up to my eyes so I can see what she's pointing at. "Not Dementors. Their cloaks have Slytherin patches on them. Bet you ten galleons its my stupid cousin." I say.

"Well somebody better tell Potter that." Walter says. I swing my attention to the Gryffindor seeker, who has now pulled his wand out and shot a spell of some kind towards the bunch of idiots in the stands.

"Was that the Patronus charm?" Emma whispers.

"Haven't the foggiest, come on." I grab both Emma and Walter and push my way through the stands. When we hit the ground we run over to where we saw the 'dementors' and sure enough Draco was sitting on the ground untangling himself from the black robes he had draped over himself.

"You're a real idiot Draco." I say standing over my struggling cousin, my hands crossed over my chest, my wand in my right hand. I look over at the other flailing shapes and assume that they are my cousins dumb friends, "Gregory, Vincent. How many failed attempts will it take for you to realize that you really shouldn't be following this boneheads every move." I say using their first names for a change.

Draco finally gets his head out from under the cloaks and huffs, "It wasn't my idea!" He says to me.

That's when I notice Marcus Flint untangling himself from the mess, "Merlin's beard." Emma whispers.

"You've got to be fucking joking. Leave my idiot cousin alone Flint. I'm getting seriously tired of telling you that." I say, turning my attention towards the Slytherin team captain.

"Bite me LeStrange." He snaps at me.

McGonagall comes up behind me and stares at the four idiots on the ground, "An unworthy trick! A low and cowardly attempt to sabotage the Gryffindor seeker! Detention for all of you and fifty points from Slytherin!" She screams.

Emma, Walter, and I take a few steps back from her and Emma snorts in attempts to hide her laughter. "I shall be speaking to Professor Dumbledore about this, make no mistake! Ah, here he comes now!" McGonagall finishes.

The stands start to clear out and students walk past us and back towards the castle, Harry Potter, Dumbledore, Professor Lupin, and the rest of the Gryffindor team make their way over to the four idiots.

"Fred and I are going to nip out to Hogsmeade to get some things for the Gryffindor party. You guys wanna come?" George whispers in my ear from behind.

I turn around so I can see him. He's doused in sweat from the game, his cheeks a hot red. But the tired smile on his face tells me he had the most wonderful time playing today. "We really shouldn't. Slytherin is having their own little thing tonight." I say to him.

Walter sees Lee off in the distance and goes over to him. Emma comes closer to me and stands beside me, "You trying to steal our girl away again are you?" Emma says joking around with George.

"I have barley seen her all year. Excuse me if I want to spend some time with my girlfriend." George says back to her.

I put my hand on George's chest lightly. "How about you go get changed and we can bum around till you absolutely have to go do your thing okay?" I say to him. George nods and pecks my cheek before he dashes off to the Gryffindor changing tent.