Josephine Olivia Little Normal Josephine Olivia Little 2 112 2003-08-02T15:26:00Z 2003-08-02T15:26:00Z 1 1333 7599 University of Mississippi (Student) 63 17 8915 10.2625 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4
"NO," Ginny screamed, throwing her hand out as if she could catch her falling brother. The scream echoed throughout the still stadium. Eyes widening in surprise, Ginny realized the Ron was suspended in mid air, and so were the rest of the Quidditch players. In fact, everyone in the stadium was frozen, including the professors. "Oh bloody hell, what have I done?" Once again, Ginny's words echoed through the pitch.
"Come on Ginny, think," she mumbled to herself. "There has to be something you can do to save Ron." Her first thought was to grab a broom and save him herself, but Dumbledore and made her and Draco promise not to reveal their secret powers. "DRACO," Ginny gasped.
Draco and Harry had been flying right toward the stands in their pursuit of the Snitch, and thankfully he wasn't that far away from her. Squinting her eyes in concentration, Ginny waved her hand in hopes of unfreezing Draco. The Slytherin Seeker did indeed unfreeze.
Flying forward for a few seconds, Draco finally realized that all cheering had stopped and Harry was no longer right behind him. Rolling away from the still frozen Snitch Draco sat there confused. Ginny called from her seat in the stands. "Draco, you bloody wanker. Get your arse over here right now."
"Ginny?" Glancing around the frozen stadium, Draco looked confused. "You froze the entire Quidditch game?" His eyes settled on the teacher's box. "Even Dumbledore is frozen! How in the hell did you do that?"
Ginny stamped her foot in agitation. "It just happened. Now focus Malfoy." Pointing behind him at her brother Ginny continued. "Ron got knocked off of his broom. He doesn't have a chance Draco, you have to save him."
Draco snarled, "Leave it to your bloody brother to keep me from getting the snitch. The stupid git needs a bleeding safety belt on his broom." The look on Ginny's face showed she wasn't happy with Draco's rant. "Alright, you don't have to glare at me. I'll save his bloody arse."
Taking his place once more in the pursuit of the Snitch Draco waited for Ginny to unfreeze everyone. "I hope this works," Ginny said under her breath. Closing her eyes, Ginny concentrated on all of the frozen faces. "NOW," She screamed at Draco, fanning her fingers out and unfreezing the crowd.
The noise was deafening after the silence of the frozen stadium. Draco's hand was about to close around the snitch when he leaned forward and dove for the Gryffindor goal line. All of the spectators gasped in surprise when they saw Ron's rapidly falling figure.
Harry, as usual, was oblivious to what was going on. It never occurred to him to think of why Draco had given up his chase of the snitch. Grabbing the Snitch, Harry turned to receive his victorious cheers. Only to realize that no one was looking at him; they were all focused on Draco's dare devil descent to save Ron.
Leaning further forward on his broom, Draco sped toward the falling Weasely. Unable to use his hands (which were gripping the speeding broom), Draco squinted his eyes and tried to slow Ron's fall with his powers. For a split second it looked like Draco's plan was going to work. Ron's fall slowed for a second, but then once again went crashing toward the earth. He was just too heavy for Draco to levitate.
Pushing his broom to its limits Draco reached Ron's falling body. Maneuvering his broom underneath Ron's tall form, Draco caught the unconscious Gryffindor around the middle. However, the momentum of the fall was too much for the broom to handle. Ron's greater weight, and the force at which he had been traveling pulled Draco off and they fell the last ten feet to the ground together. Draco made a snap decision and wrapped his arms tightly around Ron. He shifted in mid-air so that he would take the brunt of the fall himself, with Ron landing on top of him.
Cheers erupted throughout the stadium at Draco's courageous rescue. The teacher's box emptied quickly, and there was a mad rush as students tried to make their way towards the pitch. Draco struggled out from underneath Ron's unconscious form. "Wait right there Mr. Malfoy," Madam Hooch called out as she landed her broom. "You could have been injured I want you to get checked out in the Hospital Wing."
Groaning, Draco turned to face the concerned professor. "I'm fine Madam Hooch, really. I fell farther then that not thirty minutes ago when Montague knocked off of my broom."
"None the less," Madam Hooch began just to be interrupted by Dumbledore.
"I do believe that young man is in perfect health. If not a bit bruised at the moment. STUDENTS," Dumbledore turned to address the milling crowd. "You may all return to your common room or head on to the Great Hall for lunch. Classes will be canceled for the remainder of the day."
Students were cheering about their lack of afternoon classes as they made their way off of the pitch. "Mr. Malfoy you may go. Miss. Weasely, Miss. Granger, and Mr. Potter you may accompany Professor McGonagall to the Hospital Wing with Mr. Weasely." Dumbledore said as he waved his wand and levitated Ron's body.
The Slytherin and Gryffindor teams headed to their respected field houses as Harry and Hermione followed McGonagall off of the pitch. Ginny hung back out of sight, waiting for everyone to leave. Draco went with the rest of the Quidditch team to change out of their uniforms.
"What's the matter with you Draco?" Montague raged as soon as the door was closed behind him. "You were centimeters away from that snitch, and you gave it all up to save a Weasely? Not to mention I have no bloody idea how you even saw that piece of trash fall off of his broom. Wait until your father hears about this. He isn't going to be too happy about this Draco." The rest of the team nodded their heads in agreement with Montague.
Cringing at the mention of his father Draco began to strip off his robes. "Would you rather have Quidditch cancelled? I don't know about you but I wouldn't. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, so I made a judgment call." Draco turned ready to pound Montague's face in if he said one more word. Instead of coming face to face with the Slytherin Captain, Draco found himself looking into the brown eyes of Ginny Weasely.
"You seem to be getting rather good freezing people aren't you Virginia?" Draco smiled at seeing her here. She had a lot of guts coming into the Slytherin field house, but that's what Draco liked about her.
"Well I had to do something. I couldn't leave my knight and shining armor to these ruffians now could I?" Ginny was grinning from ear to ear.
Taking a step forward, Draco pulled Ginny into his arms. "Thank you for saving my brother Draco. I know how difficult it must have been for you. You were kicking Harry's arse."
Draco felt her smile into his chest. "I can kick Potter's arse anytime. And don't sound so surprised, you should know I'm not as cold hearted as everyone thinks I am."
"Yes I know all about your heart," Ginny said, tracing her fingers back and forth across his chest. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Ginny pulled Draco down for a long passionate kiss.
Draco's hands wandered down her body, pulling her flush against him. "I could get use to this," He spoke as he broke the kiss. "Are you going to meet me tonight? Or do you have other plans partying it up with those Gryffindor friends of yours?" A grin broke out across his face.
"I'll see what I can do about sneaking away." Ginny reached a hand into the folds of her robes. "Before I go, I believe this should be returned to you."
As she opened her hand, Draco saw the snitch he had sent to her at the beginning of the year. "So the Snitch is to me now?" Draco asked as his grin grew bigger.
"Yes," Ginny answered. "But only until I do something absolutely amazing." Ginny winked at Draco as she opened the door. Stepping through, she waved her hand through the crack right as she closed it.
"A judgment call, that's all you have to say, a judgment call?" Montague fumed.
Draco quickly hid the fluttering snitch behind his back before responding to his Quidditch Captain. "Yes, I call it a judgment call. If Weasely broke his neck on the pitch I wouldn't have the satisfaction of torturing him anymore. So forgive me for being selfish and saving his life. For once I wanted to be the hero instead of Potter."
"Well, when you put it that way mate, good job." Montague slapped Draco on the back and the rest of the Slytherin team followed suit before disrobing.
Taking a page out of Ginny's book Draco raised his eyes to the ceiling. 'Thank you Lord for blessing with quick wits," Draco silently prayed. 'Oh and of course, these devilishly handsome good looks.' He added as an afterthought.
A/N: Lookie Lookie, another update!! And on the same day!! I hope this was exciting enough for all of ya'll!! Review review review!! White Tiger!