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Chapter 16: Part Two
Draco awoke early, he wanted a good breakfast before the Quidditch match, and he wanted to look his best, he knew Ivy would be there, and his ego needed a walk in closet with all the praise she had given him yesterday. He slid out of bed with a self-righteous smirk on his face and dressed himself in his Quidditch gear, making sure everything looked perfect; he carefully slicked his hair back and grinned. Today was going to be perfect...even better than yesterday if that were possible. He made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
He had just seated himself at the Slytherin table when a owl swooped low over his head, circled then landed squarely in front of him, he quirked his brows and yanked the letter from it's foot, seeing it was being ignored the owl hooted in irritation and swept off. Draco opened the letter, what he read caused him to glow.
"Dear Draco,
I will be in attendance at the match this afternoon, I will meet you after your victory to bid you goodbye before Osanna and I travel to London, I know you will do all you can to win, I will be in the stands cheering you on.
Most Fondly
Cariad"
Draco grinned; he was practically basking in a warm, glowing feeling; first yesterday, now she was writing him NOTES! She wanted to tell him goodbye, and had signed it "Cariad", not Ivy, or Professor, but just her last name.....that was surely a affectionate sign!
Across the hall, at the Gryffindor table, this whole scene had not gone unnoticed by Harry. He watched in fascination for a moment then poked Ron, pointing at Malfoy.
"See? I bet that's a letter from her!"
Ron nodded, narrowing his eyes. "Well Harry, if your plan works whatever it is, we'll know by later today."
Ivy and Osanna were getting ready for The Quidditch match as well, Osanna in a tight, purple strapless velvet dress, elbow length gloves, knee-high black vinyl boots, and a silver velvet cape, lined in black to stave off the cold. Around her neck was the magical, necklace, her hair pulled up with chopsticks.
Ivy wore black, skintight leather pants, a black leather corset, over top of that a black turtleneck made out of see through mesh, a skull and silver studded belt, knee-high black leather boots, and a leather jacket, her hair was yanked back in a sloppy bun, the two women then set off for the field, wanting to arrive early enough to get good seats.
The two arrived at the field shortly before the teams entered, Ivy was using her cane to poke peoples feet from the aisle so they could find decent seats when Osanna poked her, pointing towards the Professors box.
"There's seats left, let's go...."
"Ugh" Ivy stated simply, she wasn�t too keen on being seated anywhere near the other Professors, however to do otherwise would seem odd, so she allowed Osanna to pull her towards the box as she still malignantly, just for the hell of it, hit people's feet with her cane.
They were just about to take seats beside Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick when Snape appeared, saving them from certain annoyance.
"This way Ladies, I saved you some seats."
Ivy and Osanna followed him down a few aisles until they reached the last row in the box, three vacant seats waiting for them.
Ivy seated herself in the aisle, and practically tossed Osanna in the seat next to Snape.
"Thank you Severus, for saving us the seats." Ivy said, smirking slightly as she did so.
"My pleasure Ladies, I thought you deserved superior company,� he stated with a wicked sneer.
Osanna couldn�t help a slight giggle, and Severus smiled, as if pleased with himself. Ivy drifted off, allowing the two their conversation...even if she did feel slightly jealous.
She snapped back to reality a moment later as the teams took the field. Lee Jordan's annoying voice "Here comes the team we all LOVE TO HATE! The Slytherins!"
Ivy leaned forward a bit, narrowing her eyes so she could see better, ah yes, there Draco was. She smiled despite herself at how proud he looked as he strutted onto the field. She raised her arm and waved to him, Osanna smirked and carried on her conversation with Snape.
The game got off to a slow start, neither team scoring, it seemed instead as if they were to busy trying to clobber each other. Gryffindor scored a goal and both Ivy and Osanna booed and hissed as loud as they could.
Meanwhile, even though the game was going on, Draco couldn�t help himself. He was thinking of Ivy, he kept his eyes peeled for the snitch, he wanted to catch it, all the better to show off in front of her...she was so close, right there in the stands...
"WATCH IT MALFOY!"
Draco looked up and quickly ducked the bludger that had nearly knocked him upside the head, thankfully however Marcus had warned him in time. He blushed sheepishly, shook the incident off and did an impressive swoop and dive on his broom to the other side of the field.
Harry followed Draco, keeping a close eye on both him and the field. He wanted to catch the snitch of course, but he also had to wait for the perfect time to execute his plan...preferably when everyone was paying attention to something, or someone else.
The game went on another hour or so, everything going rather smoothly, Slytherin and Gryffindor were tied..........then it happened, it all happened so quickly that no one could really tie it all together.
Draco had spotted the snitch and taken off after it, Harry followed after him, weaving and diving...during this the Slytherins managed to score a goal, Ivy was cheering them on when the unthinkable happened.
Harry, feigning a dive for the snitch drew a bludger after him, he dove lower, just a few feet above the ground, then took a high climb as if to draw it away, it seemed however that he lost control of his broom, he plummeted towards the stands, falling right towards Ivy.....