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Harry Potter Promise NR.7

Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Author: zimbi, Rating: 91.9, Source: sexstories.com

took off after the snitch. Malfoy tried to follow, but his Nimbus 2001 just couldn't hold up to Harry's Firebolt. Harry caught the snitch, pulling out of a twenty-foot dive, holding the struggling gold ball in his hand. A moment later, he winced and grabbed hold of his broom, as a bludger slammed into the small of his back, thankfully managing not to be unseated by the ball. The rest of the Gryffindor team crowded around him, as they lowered to the ground. Harry brushed off their concerns, telling them that he was fine. Ginny looked particularly upset, if her scowl was anything to go by. It was Goyle, she told him through their bond. He aimed the bludger at you the moment he saw you had the snitch. Harry shrugged mentally. Slytherins were sore losers. A short distance away, Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team also dismounted, scowls on their faces, though Goyle was looking incredibly pleased with himself, which was something of a strange look on the troll-like fifth year. "Glad you could save Weasley's skin, aren't you Potter," Malfoy sneered. Harry was standing on the edge of the crowd of Gryffindors that had flocked to the Pitch, celebrating. Ron was caught up in the middle of it, being congratulated from all sides for some of his impressive saves. As it was just Malfoy, Harry ignored him. The Slytherin prince kept going, his sneer even more pronounced. "Good thing, too, we all know how Gryffindor picks their team." "Talent?" Harry asked blandly. Malfoy reddened ... slightly, recalling their second year, but he plowed on. "People they feel sorry for. There's you, who has no parents, Weasel's got a double dose though. No money and no talent." "Really?" Harry asked blandly. "Need I remind you, Malfoy, that you just lost 260-10?" Malfoy almost growled. "You better watch out, Potter, you're bound to end up the same as your parents. My father will –" "What will your father do, Mr. Malfoy?" Malfoy cut off abruptly, turning around to see Professor McGonagall standing behind him. The Professor's expression was nothing but bland interest, though Harry could see the fire hidden in her eyes. No matter what, he knew she would never forget that Lucius had threatened Harry at the Quidditch World Cup last summer. McGonagall raised an eyebrow, and watched as the Malfoy heir skulked away, muttering under his breath. Once the Slytherin seeker was gone, McGonagall's expression softened slightly. "Congratulations on the win, Harry, that was a great catch." Harry grinned. "Thanks," he replied, before Fred and George pulled him away for a party in the Common Room. Minerva turned to the Slytherin team and proceeded to give a now glowering Goyle a detention for his unsportsmanlike behavior. Apparently, the twins had been certain of their victory, and had snuck out sometime in the last week to get butterbeer and Honeydukes chocolate for the party. The house elves were more than willing to provide other snacks for their enjoyment. Harry and Ginny spent most of the ...