He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King.
"Ah, well that would explain the pins this morning," Eleanor says, pitying Ron Weasley who was goalkeeper for the Gryffindor team.
Cyn just nods, her eyes glued to the Gryffindor beaters as the song grows louder and louder the closer Slytherin gets to the goals.
They were going forty-ten and the Slytherins were still singing their song when suddenly Harry dived from where he had been hovering on his broom. He and Malfoy were neck and neck chasing after the snitch, but Eleanor was no longer cheering for Malfoy. Knowing full well that he was probably the one responsible for this cruel act against Ron.
"Come on Harry."
"Go Gryffindor!"
The excitement in the stadium was palpable, everyone cheering for Gryffindor even in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Harry reaches out and suddenly the game is done, he's caught the snitch.
"Look out," Susan screams as one of the Slytherin team hits a bludger towards Harry's back. It slams into him and knocks him from his broom.
"He's so lucky he had to dive so close to the ground for the snitch," Susan says.
Despite the post game bludger, everyone in the stands is cheering at Gryffindor's victory but Eleanor is watching the furious Malfoy land and say something to Harry.
Even though Harry turns his back Malfoy continues to talk and Eleanor knows whatever he's saying won't be congratulations on his victory. Suddenly something he says has Fred and George being held back by Harry and the rest of the team.
"What on earth is happening down there?" Cynthia says.
"I don't know, can't be anything good."
"Maybe we should go down, congratulate them and see what's happening. Besides, you need pictures of the winning team."
Without waiting for Eleanor to agree Cyn turns and runs down the stairs. When they make it down to the field though Fred is still being held back but both Harry and George have charged Malfoy and taken the path of a good old schoolyard fight, like one you would see in a muggle school.
Harry and George are relentless in their attack on Malfoy until Madam Hooch casts Impedimenta and knocks them away. Malfoy lies on the ground in a ball whimpering and Eleanor asks one of the Gryffindor Chasers what happened.
It's Fred that answers, "Oh he's just gone and insulted our parents and Harry's."
Beside her Cyn is just standing frozen staring at the scene and George and Harry are scolded before being sent to their Head of House's office.
Eleanor waits, watching Malfoy slowly get up, and behind all his pain she can still see a vague smirk on his face knowing that they're about to be in a world of trouble. In that moment Eleanor feels nothing but a boiling rage and an ugly contempt that bubbles over inside her as she stares at the arrogant asshole she had actually thought could be described as nice.
Cyn grabs her hand, soothing some of the hatred burning within her and together they turn and follow Harry and George off the pitch at a distance to wait for them outside of McGonagall's office.
"They won't get in real trouble right? Crabbe hit that bludger at Harry and then Malfoy antagonised them surely-"
"They'll probably get detention or something, you know McGonagall won't approve of the 'muggle duelling'." Eleanor says, trying to soothe Cynthia.
"You. You really care about him don't you?"
Cyn stops pacing and turns to look at Eleanor, "I'm crazy aren't I? I barely know him, but there's just something about him."
Eleanor smiles and hugs her friend before pulling her down to take a seat outside the office and wait. When Umbridge walks into McGonagall's office however they know the boys are doomed.
Minutes later Umbridge leaves and the two boys follow shortly after, both of them looking thoroughly disheartened.
"What happened?" Cynthia asks the moment she sees George but all he does is shake his head, beside him Harry answers.
"A lifelong ban from playing Quidditch."
"Wha- What? She can't do that!" Cyn says.
"Another educational decree says she can."
Eleanor mutters a sorry to Harry and the two of them begin to walk away when they notice Cynthia and George aren't following.
"Thanks for coming to see us," George says softly.
"What are friends for?"
They stand there still as statues for what seems like an eternity, to Eleanor and Harry it seems as if they've both gone to another world where only they exist. Suddenly, as though hit with a bolt of lightning the two of them burst to life again moving closer and holding each other as they kiss, Cynthia reaching up on her tiptoes.
With belated reactions Eleanor suddenly turns around to face away, giving them some privacy. Beside her Harry is standing staring wide-eyed at this display. Grabbing the back of his robe she tugs and he turns around following her gesture for them to leave.
"What happened back there?" He asks when they're safely around a corner and out of earshot.
"Don't worry I certainly won't be kissing you," she says, unable to keep the laugh from bubbling out of her.