Chapter 5 : Say it don't spray it
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YAY new chapter Image! I got rid of the quotes. Realised how rubbish they were :)
“Scorpius! Please, I am trying to concentrate” I screamed as Scorpius attempted to tickle me again. It wouldn’t work—I wasn’t ticklish in anyway. But would that stop him? No.
“Scorpius, STOP!” I yelled as he tried to make me squeal. “I am not ticklish, alright? So just GIVE UP ALREADY!” I swatted at him with my book, but he just laughed in my face.
He smirked at me. Stupid jerk. “Nah, I’m ok Rosie Posie.” He said, pinching my cheeks for emphasis. But he stopped tickling me. Thank god. It was only the second day, and we’d already received mountains of homework which I was determined to stay on top of. Professor Binns had given us two days to write a four foot essay on the goblin revolution. Nobody even cares about goblins!
Couldn’t Professor Binns already just go and leave for his ghost retirement or something?
“Ghosts don’t have a place for retirement, Rose.” Smiled Scorpius as he leant over to pick Jilly up and drop her on his lap.
“I didn’t say that out loud did I?”
“Yes, Rosie Posie, you did. You know, you really need to stop doing that.” Scorpius said as he felt my cat’s tummy. What the bloody hell? Is he like, a cat perv?
“No, I’m not.” Scorpius said, rolling his eyes. Damn, I need to think before I speak.
“I’m just feeling how F-A-T she is.” He said, peering at Jilly’s vast belly.
“F-A-T? My cat is not F-A-T!” I protest. We can’t say ‘fat’ in front of Jilly, otherwise she lashes out. I have the scars to prove it if you don’t believe me.
I hope she can’t spell.
“You cat so is fat.” Scorpius replied shortly. I opened my mouth to argue but stopped short at the sight of Jilly’s fur bristling.
“Scorp—“ I began, but too late. Jilly leapt at Scorpius, ripping his robes as she clambered onto his head and crouched there, swatting at his cheeks.
“JILLY!” I shrieked, trying to pull her off Scorpius’ head. Jilly removed her claws from Scorpius’ head and curled up in my arms. I never knew cats could be this touchy.
“Train your cat!” Scorpius exclaimed, clutching his head. He pulled his hand back to inspect it, and saw blood. “Shit!” He looked at Jilly in amazement, “What’s caused her to get like this?”
“I really don’t know,” I said, and I really didn’t, considering that Jilly loved Scorpius, “But what I do know is that you need to get down to the Hospital wing.”
Scorpius nodded, “Bring Jilly,” he said, “No doubt Madam Pomfrey will want to check her over, and find out what her problem is."
“You should know better than to provoke a cat like this, in her condition!” Madam Pomfrey stated as she healed the smaller scratches on Scorpius’ face with a small flick of her wand.
“Excuse me,” I said indignantly, “but I happen to take very good care of Jilly. What ‘condition’ might you be talking about?” I hug Jilly close to me and whisper in her ear about all the things she likes, such as Gnomes and Robins.
“Didn’t you realise?” Madam Pomfrey said, cleary shocked. She took in my bewildered expression and continued, “Your cat here, is clearly pregnant. How could you not realise?”
Wait what? “But, the shop said she was neutered.” I said, confused. My cat couldn’t be preggers.
“You’re cat is preggers.” Scorpius breathed in my ear.
“Well you should have checked, because she isn’t neutered.” Madam Pomfrey sniffed, plucking Jilly out of my arms. “How long has she been like this?”
“Eh, big, and moody?”
“About a month I should think.”
Madam Pomfrey nodded, and handed Jilly back to me. She turned and bandaged Scorpius’ head where Jilly had dug her claws in forcefully. It was pretty deep.
“Have you any idea what she… mated with?” Madam Pomfrey asked, trying to keep her expression neutral.
What the hell? I’m not exactly going to know about my cat’s sex life. That would be sick. Also I do not want to see cats getting it on. And besides, I really have no clue how she got herself knocked up, considering the fact that the only cats in Gryffindor Tower are neutered or females. I don’t think my cat’s gay.
“No.” I reply simply. I do not wish my thoughts on Madam Pomfrey. They are quite disturbing.
“Well, we’ll have to wait and see.” She turned her back on me and dabbed at another cut she found on Scorpius’ head. “Now, get to bed, Mr Malfoy will stay the night to make sure he doesn’t suffer any effects of concussion.”
“But he didn’t hit his head, why would he get con—“
“I refuse to believe that you know better than I do in the medical field, now off to bed!” Madam Pomfrey said, shooing me out of the Hospital wing and slamming the doors shut. I trudged off towards the dorms, Jilly in my arms, and wondering how the hell Jilly had lost her ‘gift’ when I still hadn’t reached first base.
My cat has a better sex life than me.
“BOO!” A voice yelled right in my ear, just as I took a mouthful of Pumpkin Juice. I jumped and sprayed my juice all over a disgusted Alice.
“Rose, please, if you want to tell us something say it, don’t spray it.” Alice said, leaping off her seat and swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Must dash, Herbology.” And with that she trotted out the Great Hall with Frankie by her side. He was like a puppy.
I turned round, a look of anger etched on my face, but I grinned when I saw Scorpius behind me, free of bandages.
“I’m back man!” He shouted, causing me to jump. He fell into the seat next to me and nudged me. I jumped again. “Well well well. Aren’t we jumpy today?” He teased. I could almost hear his jerky smirk. Yes hear it. I’m talented.
“For your information, I had a re-occurring nightmare last night involving my cat and her sexual exploits.” I said, “It was not pretty, and I hope to never see what I saw again.” I dropped the toast I had been eating onto my plate. My appetite had disappeared.
“Right…” Scorpius said. Then, “Come on Rosie Posie, we’ve got Charms.”
I dragged myself into the common room and collapsed on the floor in front of the fire exactly where some first years had been sitting. Luckily they scurried out the way squealing. Good. I didn’t want squashed first years on my robes.
I could have laid there all night. I’d been hit by a stunning spell 3 times in a row in DADA. It was pretty powerful considering it came from Scorpius. And he’s the best at DADA. But I didn’t get to lie there all night.
“ROSIE POSIE MY DEAR, COME ON, UP YOU GET DAHLING, WE HAVE QUIDDITCH TRYOUTS!” A voice cried in my ear. I groaned and opened my eyes, Scorpius was stood over me with a triumphant grin plastered on his stupid face. Bitch.
“You called me a bitch.” He said. I really, really need to stop saying what I think.
“Yeah, well you disturbed my sleep. Therefore, you are a bitch.” I retorted, heaving myself up and leaning against Scorpius’ shoulder.
“You weren’t sleeping Rose,” he said, “Come on! Tryouts!” He dragged me through the crowd of third years who were trying to get up the girl’s stairs without it turning into a slide.
“MOVE BITCHES!” I roared as we drew closer. They scampered away, fright impacted on their chubby faces. I was generally a scary person. I leapt up the stairs as Scorpius ran up his to strip off into Quidditch robes. We always raced each other to see who could be ready first. I always won.
I changed in double quick time and slid down the slide—the third years had been trying to get up again. Pervs. As soon as I reached the bottom, I heard Scorpius’ cry of defeat. He joined me at the foot of the stairs with fake tears in his eyes as he wailed about how much winning would have meant to him. I raised an eyebrow and kicked him in the shins.
“I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO GET TO THE TRYOUTS MATE!” I bellowed in his ear. Payback for scaring me and causing me to go deaf at a young age. He leapt to his feet, whimpering, and tripped through the portrait hole in his attempts to escape me. And my voice. Wuss.
I follow him and catch up in the corridor. He looks down at me and ruffles my hair. I scowl and he slings an arm over my shoulders. “I’m trying for Chaser.” He said.
“Keeper.” I said. I couldn’t wait to fly out over the pitch again. We took our brooms from the shed and lined up with the other hopefuls on the pitch. Albus paced the line.
“We already have a seeker, a chaser, and two beaters.” He paused as several people groaned and left the pitch. “So,” he continued, “If you want to try out for Chaser or Keeper, stay lined up here.”
Another person left.
“Those of you who don’t have brooms, I don’t see how you could possibly play, so go sit in the stands or go back inside.”
A group of giggling girls stopped giggling abruptly and left, sulking.
“First years—piss off, alright?”
Harsh much Al? One first year burst into tears and ran inside, along with the other firsties.
“Right, Keepers line up on my left, Chasers on my right.”
We did as he said. Scorpius gave me the thumbs up. I smiled and faced Albus again. Behind him, I saw the beaters, Freddie and Colin Creevey and James, who was a chaser.
The chasers were led into the centre of the pitch and were asked to fly 10 laps. Several 2nd years dropped out quickly. The last nine left raced eachother to Al once they had done ten laps.
The first five were Scorpius, Graham McLaggen, Lily, Dan Thomas and Sophie Greene. The other four were sent off looking miserable.
“I will throw the quaffle five times to you,” Albus said, looking each player up and down, “Whoever catches it the most, and most accurately, will be on the team.” No pressure then.
Greene flew up first. She caught the quaffle twice. Then it was Dan Thomas. He caught it twice too and narrowly missed the third. McLaggen puffed his chest up and flew into the air. He caught the quaffle four times, and missed the last one because he was too busy showing off and doing loop the loops to the giggling girls who were now in the stands. Bints.
Lily was next and she caught the quaffle 5 times accurately. Next it was Scorpius. He caught it four times.
“Greene, Thomas, you didn’t get a place this time I’m afraid.” Albus said. “Lily, welcome aboard.” He smiled at his sister and she beamed and ran over to James. Scorpius, McLaggen, you’re both equally good, but I can trust Scorpius not to get distracted by fans. McLaggen? MCLAGGEN!”
“Huh?” McLaggen tore his eyes away from the prostitutes in the making (who at that moment in time seemed on the verge of flashing their body parts) and faced Albus whose face was contorted with rage.
“See? I was talking about this. Go flex your muscles elsewhere McLaggen. You didn’t make the team.” Albus spat, prodding MacLaggen hard in the chest. I didn’t know Al had it in him to be like this. He was always the docile one.
“You can’t do that.”
“I can—I’m captain.”
“YOU’RE A SHIT CAPTAIN!” McLaggen cried before sprinting off the pitch, throwing his broom into the mud.
“Welcome to the team Scorp.” Al said shortly, glancing at Scorpius, still furious at McLaggen. I sure am glad I wasn’t captain. It looked stressful.
Albus was shaking as he faced the Keepers, “Right, 20 laps, GO!” 20 laps was a bit unfair. He was just venting his anger out on us. I leapt on my broom and took off at top speed. It was great to feel the wind against my face again. I weaved in and out of the others and found myself in the lead. Soon, I completed my laps, and settled on the ground in front on Albus. I waited for the other four to land. Aimee Finnagen, Dahlia Patil and Simon Lape landed next to me.
I watched the progress of everyone else, and tensed as a single figure hurtled towards us. It was McLaggen.
“What are you doing here?” Exclaimed Albus. “You’re not on the team!”
“I didn’t get chaser.” McLaggen replied, wiping his mud splattered broom clean from where he threw it to the ground in a rage. He sniffed and looked Albus in the eye, challengingly.
“Exactly, so why are you here?!” Albus roared, stepping closer to McLaggen, shoving him backwards.
“Thought I’d try for keeper. You never said I couldn’t.” He flicked a speck of mud off his shoulder and smiled smugly. “If you don’t let me, I can always run off to McGonagall. Tell her you’re incapable.”
Albus rubbed his temples. “FINE!” He snapped. “THE REST OF YOU CLEAR OFF!” The other Keeper hopefuls who had touched ground hung their heads and trudged off the pitch, splattered with mud.
“Right, now, one by one go up to the hoops and save as many goals out of five as you can, alright?”
“Alright.” We chanted. Apart from McLaggen who just smirked.
McLaggen flew up. He saved each goal. The prick.
Patil saved three, as did Lape. Aimee Finnagen saved four. Then it was my turn. I flew up with butterflies in my tummy. I wasn’t ready. Albus lined himself with the hoops. I was ready. Albus brought his arm back, ready to throw. No I wasn’t. Albus threw the ball as hard as he could. I can do it! I caught the quaffle to my astonishment and threw it back.
“Fluke.” McLaggen jeered. I ignored him.
The same thing occurred for the second throw. And the third. And the fourth. Scorpius who was behind me gave me the thumbs up as Albus leant back on his broom and threw the last quaffle. I zoomed towards the hoop it was headed for. But something was wrong. My broom buckled as if it hit a solid wall. Then I was falling. Grey spots appeared in front of my eyes, making my vision go fuzzy. I heard faraway shouts. Where was I?
I was hovering behind the hoops in case a quaffle went astray. Thought I doubted it would. Not with Rose as keeper. She caught all four, no sweat. She prepared herself for the fifth one and lunged to her left. Then, almost as if the broom had brakes, it stopped.
And then she fell. Before I even registered it, I was flying towards her, hoping I’d reach her before she hit the ground.
My broom vibrated as I urged it to go faster. I’d never pushed it this far before. It gave a huge shudder. Don’t give up. I swooped closer to Rose, and reached out for her. She was limp, like a ragdoll. Her eyes were open but glazed over. I slipped my arm around her waist and brought my broom up sharply to prevent her from dragging the broom down.
I landed on the grass with Rose on top of me. I picked myself up and rolled Rose onto her front, like I had been taught to do in case she threw up and choked. I heard several shouts behind me, and a thunder of feet as everyone ran over. I stroked stray hairs away from her face and knelt next to her.
“ROSE!” Shouted James as he reached her. He was very pale. He glanced at me then looked back at Rose. “What happened?” He sank to his knees and grabbed Rose’s hand. He caught my eye again then looked away. He frowned at the ground.
“I think we’d all like to know that.” McLaggen said. His voice was thick with sarcasm. “Well, she only caught four, I guess I get on the team.” He smirked. That git. THAT GIT!
It was him. He hexed Rose. I couldn’t believe anybody who would go to such measures just to get onto a team. This seemed to have dawned on both Albus and James. We three jumped at McLaggen and knocked him to the ground. I punched every inch of him, I had to hurt him, for what he did.
James’ fist connected with McLaggen’s nose and blood splattered all over our robes. Albus gave him a black eye and a broken tooth. McLaggen cried out in pain and rolled on the ground, as firm hands gripped me and restrained me. It was McGonagall, and boy was she furious. With a quick glance I saw Hagrid had picked James and Albus up by the neck of their robes, and Madam Pomfrey tending to a bleeding McLaggen and an unconscious Rose.
“I HAVE TO STAY HERE!” I roared at McGonagall. Her lips became very thin as they did when she was angry. “No Mr Malfoy, you’ll be coming with me.” She said firmly.
No, I had to stay with her to make sure she was ok. Furious tears leaked from my eyes. Why couldn’t she see? Why couldn’t she see I had to be there?
“I need to stay with Rose.” I said as calmly as I could. McGonagall had to understand. Instead her nostrils flared as she dragged me away and pushed me towards her office.
You don’t go to the headmistress’ office unless you’re about to be expelled or your parents are called.
I was in deep shit.
A/N You guyss, thanks for reading my story so far. I was up all night writing this but had to go to bed when I saw my jumper crawl up the wall. Reviews are appreciated :) BTW I'm going to try my hardest to update regulary, though it'll be hard with my stupid end of year exams coming up
Alsooo... tell me what you think of McLaggen. Is he arrogant or what?
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