Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Girls Can Play Quidditch ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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-A/N- So there wasn't much feedback with ch 1, I'm hoping that I get more feedback with this chapter. I really would enjoy hearing what you have to say!

 

 

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He had to hand it to her. She could play, though regrettably in a style that he had seen before. “That is enough, Miss Evans.” Snape stood from the bench where he was seated and made his way to the middle of the Pitch, where Sarra and Madam Hooch had touched down.

 

“Miss Evans, I am impressed. Here…” Snape flicked his wand and a patch appeared. It was green with a sliver S on it much like the emblem on her cloak, only it had two brooms crossed behind it, and the word `CHASER' written underneath. Thus, signifying that she was, in fact, on the Slytherin Quidditch Team. Taking the embroidered piece of cloth from Snape's hand, Sarra looked up, and genuinely grinned. To hell with those boys telling her she couldn't be on the team, she was, and she was elated. She had defeated Flint without bloodshed, or any kind of fight!

 

She proved to Snape and Madam Hooch that she was a great player, better than the entire Slytherin team! Sarra was so overjoyed that she couldn't help but run to Madam Hooch and give her a hug. She turned to Snape, and before the man could so much as sneer, Sarra had also embraced him. “Miss Evans, I believe you have completed your detention. You may return to your dormitory.” Snape twirled his cloak, and headed back towards the school.

 

Madam Hooch picked up her broom, and the Quidditch chest, and left towards the school giving Sarra a nod of approval, “You play well, kiddo.”

 

Sarra just stood on the Pitch. She was way too excited to go back to the dingy dorm under the lake. She wanted to fly about, and practice! Only, there was no one to practice with, so she picked up her broom as well as the Quaffles, and headed to the locker room.

 

As she put up all the equipment, she heard voices coming from across the hallway in the Gryffindor locker room; the voices seemed to belong to an older and a younger boy. Curious, Sarra walked across the hall pressing her ear to the door.

 

“Really!” The younger boy's voice was heavy with uncertainty.

 

“Really.” The older boy answered. “We need to teach you a bit before we put you out on the Pitch, eh?”

 

Hearing the boys walk towards the door, Sarra quickly leapt back into the Slytherin locker room, so as not to be seen, though she did manage a quick peek at the two boys. She immediately recognized the younger boy as famed Harry “The Boy-Who-Lived” Potter…her brother. That wasn't a big deal, it was the older Gryffindor who fascinated Sarra. He was quite tall and lean. He had shortish brown hair, and brown eyes (which were much darker compared to her own rather dark hazel ones). She watched him a bit and as she did so she felt her heart start to race. He was gorgeous!

 

As they walked past the doorway, Sarra shrunk back against the lockers so that they wouldn't see her face peering out from behind some towels. She stayed that way for nearly fifteen minutes, lost in her thoughts of the highly attractive boy whom her eyes met, oh so recently. After another ten minutes or so, she had successfully willed her heart to stop trying to leap from her chest, and peered back out in to the hallway knowing full well that Harry and the other boy were out on the pitch. Gathering her things (a borrowed broom, a Quaffle, and bookbag) she crept towards the Pitch, hoping to get a glimpse of the heartthrob before she went back to her common room. “Hey, wotch--ooof!”

 

Sarra had barely noticed that she had knocked her own brother over on her way out to the Pitch. She snapped back to earth, and gave Harry a sweet smile and offered out her hand to help him, when he swatted it away saying, “No! I can get up myself, thanks. You'd probably just help me up to push me down again anyways; I don't need anything from any sickly, slimy, Slytherin thank you!” He got up, and pushed past Sarra and into the hallway leading to the locker rooms.

 

She nearly forgot herself. She should have marched right into the locker room and given his ear a good tweaking, not to mention a good swat to the back of his head for calling her slimy, had it not been for the sound of a Quaffle being thrown a tad clumsily and landing right behind her, she would have.

 

“Oi! I'm sorry about that.” The older boy that Sarra had mooned over earlier landed right in front of her. He looked at her and was speechless for a moment, looking in to her hazel eyes, and noticing her dark auburn hair, the red in it standing out in the moonlight. “Oh, uhm. My name is Oliver Wood,” offering Sarra a handshake (which she accepted).

 

“Sarra Evans.”

 

“I'm the Gryffindor Captain and Keeper. I don't think I've seen you before, do you go here?”

 

Sarra laughed lightly, “Yes, I do.”

 

Oliver cocked an eyebrow quizzically, “What house are you in, cause I don't think I've seen you before.”

 

“…Slytherin.”

 

“What?! Really? I would have pegged you for Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw, but Slytherin? Wow. Ok…um…wow. Alright, so, what are you doing out here on the Pitch by yourself,” noticing the broom and Quaffle he added, “You play Quidditch?”

 

Sarra smiled meekly, “I just tried out for the Slytherin team as Chaser, and made it.” Oliver looked at her blankly. “What? Are you shocked that I play Quidditch cause I'm a girl?”

 

“No! No, no no! I'm shocked that they let you on the team because you're a girl. There has never, once, ever been a girl on the Slytherin House team! Ever! You must be pretty good if Flint let you on the team.” Oliver smiled imagining how good this girl must be to have Flint override his blatant sexism and let her on the team.

 

“Oh, yeah, um…see, Flint doesn't know yet. Professor Snape had Madame Hooch test me, and he put me on the team. So, as you can imagine the first practice will be a bit interesting.” She smiled again, Oliver couldn't help but like her, even though she was due to be his enemy within the start of the season. “Hey.” He said pulling her Quaffle out of her grasp. “Why don't we practice some. Could be fun, eh?” He mounted his broom and kicked off heading for the goal posts. Sarra followed right behind.

 

Once he reached the posts, Oliver tucked the Quaffle under his arm. “See if you can tackle this from me Evans!” He flew straight towards her, veering away at the last minute. “Oh! It's on now Wood!” She followed close behind him, watching his moves and mimicking them. First to the right, then to the left. Then to the left again, followed by a steep climb, and then a fast switch to the right. He formed a pattern without realizing it. She let him continue with this pattern until the third drop, when she moved to the right a bunch and veered to the left into Oliver nearly knocking him off his broom, but successfully gaining the Quaffle. “Haha! Thought you could out maneuver a Chaser? Go fly into your little hoops and let's see if I can get a score off of you, huh?”

 

“Right, you wish!” Oliver flew up to the Hoops, ready. Sarra looked at each of the three Hoops, making her decision carefully. Flying towards the Hoop on Oliver's left (the middle one in heath) she faked and actually threw the Quaffle in the middle hoop (the tallest), eliciting a gasp of shock from Oliver who simply looked up at the hoop…the Quaffle long ago taking residence upon the ground some fifty feet below. “Wow.” He slowly turned to face the young woman who had just succeeded in making a score off of him, Oliver Wood, the best Keeper Gryffindor had see in ages! He was astonished to say the least.

 

He made his way to the ground, and walked over to the Quaffle handing it back to Sarra, who had landed softly a moment after. “You fly well. Flint would be stupid if he kicked you off.” Looking at his watch he noticed it was nearly eleven which meant nearly curfew. “Let me walk you back to the school, I'll just be a second.” He practically ran to the Gryffindor common room to get his belongings. “Ready?”

 

“Ready.”

 

And they were off, each sneaking furtive glances at the other as they made their way back.

 

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End ch. 2

 

-A/N- Now people, I need your feedback. Let me know if this is worth continuing! I have actually come to like it, and I hope you all do also! Ok? Good. REVIEW!!!! That said and done, I hope you all have safe and happy lives. Itou/Tythe