Title: The Silver Arrows
Summary: A/U (Alternate Universe). Hermione comes back to England from France in search for a Quidditch team to accept her. Harry's the captain of a team called the Silver Arrows. They're introduced. What happens next? Read to find out. Seriously, it's not as bad as it sounds. Rating might go up as story progresses. <b>(NO BOOK SIX SPOILERS.)</b>
Author: ruler_of_nestleyland
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own anything you don't recognize from canon.
Author Notes: This story was my first ever, and I had it posted on FF.Net. When I was rereading it, I asked myself, "What the HELL is this crap?" And so, I'm starting to modify the whole thing, because I wasn't satisfied at all by the way I'd wrote the thing, although people seemed to like it. Anyway. The plot is mainly the same I guess, but the context and all going to be very, very, different from what I had on FF.Net, in case my readers from there stumbled across this. Well, I hope you enjoy it. It's gonna be a long and bumpy ride. And I don't know how many chapters there are exactly. Maybe about 20 or so. Not sure. Moving on…
Chapter 1: The Silver Arrows.
"I would like to make a toast."
A certain wizard with spiked-up black hair and warm green eyes, hidden behind a pair of rectangular-shaped glasses, stood up, holding his glass of wine away from him, and grinned around at his friends who were looking at him expectantly.
"The Silver Arrows is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm happy to be here with all of you tonight", he continued seriously as he looked around. "What we achieved this evening has made me prouder than ever to be a part of this team, and the wonderful people in it." In turn, he lifted his glasses at each player in front of him, paying them compliments as he did so. "Oliver-You're the best keeper, and faithful friend anyone could find. Ron, Draco-Thank you for putting up with me all these years. Of course, Draco was always a prat-"
"Hey!" Said the blonde indignantly, and Harry laughed.
"It's true, mate", he smirked, teasing, then continued. "As I was saying, Draco was-Alright, alright; don't look at me like that. Adam, I've never seen someone hit a bludger that hard in my life, if you don't count Fred and George Weasley that is…Jess, you've been an amazing friend ever since you joined us, and I'm glad I've had the pleasure to meet you. Apart from the fact that you can't cook worth shit…And last but not least, Kyle. I'm sorry that you have to resign, but I can't really blame you, although you're one of the best chasers we've ever had. I doubt we'll find someone meeting up to your standards."
The brown-haired man who had said nothing so far looked rather distressed, and his arm was bandaged, but he smiled at Harry. Being muggle-born, he was oddly terrified of healers, fearing that they'd mess something up with the magic, and had ended up going to a muggle doctor instead, because of his rather severe injuries at their match that evening, which had everyone bewildered, for even muggle-borns weren't that scared of Healers. Although he was persuaded by the rest of the players to allow the healers to cast a few charms on him so he would be able to join the celebration.
"To our victory, and may the Pride of Portree rot in hell!" Harry said, holding his glass out as everyone laughed, and took sips out of their glasses, and sat back down.
"Think we should order now?" Harry asked brightly, just as a very attractive waitress turned up, a small notebook in her hand and a small tag on her chest that held the name 'Diane'.
"May I take your order now, sirs? And miss?" She looked around and smiled charmingly, but turned her eyes almost instantly back on Harry, shooting him a flirtatiously look. Harry cleared his throat.
"Yes, please.."
Jess giggled a bit behind her hand and exchanged amused glances with Oliver. The orders were given to the waitress, who had the nerve to place her notebook on the table to jot down what they wanted, right in front of Harry, and bending slightly and deliberately in such a position that Harry could see down her low cut waitress dress. He swallowed, coughed and looked away, which aroused more snickers around the table.
When she finally left-winking at Harry on the way-Harry sighed in relief and slumped down, and Ron who was sitting beside him, thumped him on the back and laughed.
"She wasn't really trying to hide it, was she?"
"Of course she was Ron", Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron sarcastically, and rolled his eyes.
"But damn, she's certainly something, ain't she?" Adam Parker, their American Beater, said in a low voice and leaned forward, grinning.
Harry shrugged. "Yeah, she's something alright. A slut."
"True, true. But none of us would mind having a one-night stand with her, eh?"
"I think one of you would", said Jess scathingly and glared at her boyfriend, who like the rest of the boys, had stared at Diane. Oliver coughed and looked away. Jess huffed.
"Aww, come on, sis. It's all in good fun", Adam laughed.
Jess glared at her twin and said nothing, but rolled her eyes when Diane came back, with two large trays, placing one on a nearby table as she distributed the food around, and then turned to take it up again, and distributed that as well.
"There's still the lasagna and fruit salad. I'll be right back with it."
She came back two minutes later and when she felt this time, she slid a small piece of paper beside Harry's plate, who when she left, tossed it on the floor with a flick of his forefinger.
"Wow, pretty forward, those muggle waitresses", Kyle muttered.
"Tell me about it", Draco rolled his eyes. "I have no doubt that if given the opportunity, she would have slipped into the bloke's lap and snogged him senseless."
"At least we get some privacy here, in muggle restaurants. The reason why we've never gone to Wizarding ones after we became popular is the damn press. They follow us all around. We get sanctuary here", Harry shrugged, putting his fork in his mouth and bit the contents off.
"Thanks, Captain Obvious", Ron said good-naturedly.
"Shut it, Weasel", Harry shot back, smirking.
"Hush, you."
"Mmhmm", Harry murmured, then turned to Jess. "Hey, Jess? Know anyone who would be interested in being Chaser for us?"
Jess pondered for a bit, chewing slowly, then nodded. "Yeah, I think I do. I believe my friend was looking for someone to accept her a couple or so weeks ago, but I don't know now. I'll floo in to ask her tomorrow."
Harry nodded. "Alright. Is she anyone I know?"
"Don't think so. She was in Beauxbatons."
"What's she doing here then? They do play Quidditch in France.."
"They do, but she had to go to Beauxbatons when she was about eleven because of complications her family faced... She'd always wanted to come back to England, but couldn't. She came recently, about two or three months ago, with her best friend, who's a journalist. Her best friend is a good friend of mine, so we got introduced, and it clicked ever since. Quite an interesting character."
"I see", Harry nodded in understanding. "Well, see if she wants the position…"
"I will. Shut up for now, though, Potter. I'm eating."
Harry laughed. "Alright."
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A/N - Good? Bad? Please review and tell me what you think. I accept flames too, but I might most likely ignore it, unless it provoked me greatly, and unless I'm in a bad mood, so, yeah. Thanks for taking the time to read this! ^^; Oh and the upcoming chapters will be longer than this. This was just a kind of introduction to the team. Bet you don't know who the new chaser is going to be, eh? *Wink wink.* Review? Please? I'll love you forever.
-Chris.
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