Potions, Dungeons, and Firewhiskey Part 26
Title: Potions, Dungeons, and Firewhiskey
Fandoms: All My Children/Harry Potter
Pairing: Frankie/Bianca
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Um...do you really think I could possibly own any of this?
Spoilers: Nothing really for either All My Children or Harry Potter. Just know the generalities of the Harry Potter World and that Bianca's kinda gay.
Summary: Two Houses Both Alike in Dignity...
Love and Bianca were a good match.
Well, that’s what Bianca believed. And, who was there to say she was wrong? Hmmm? No one. Not that they could. They were a good match. An ‘in love’ Bianca was a very very happy Bianca. Now, Bianca was usually happy. She was a happy person by nature. She smiled and laughed. She was friendly to everyone - except a few Slytherins who were working their way onto her list of people she did not like and would hex if given the chance. Novak was at the very top. No surprise there. But, back to Bianca. She was a genuinely nice, caring, and pleasant person who smiled. There wasn’t really one person who got to know her and didn’t like her.
That was regular ‘in like’ Bianca.
This was ‘in love’ Bianca.
‘In love’ Bianca walked around like the world was perfect. Was it? No. But, it was to her. She was in love with Frankie. It was terrifying and strengthening all at the same time. It was amazingly indescribable. If asked, she could not fully put into words what the feelings coursing through her were. They were more than fear. More than joy. More than glee, awe, spirited, intoxicating, and whatever other adjectives could possibly be used all rolled into one. It was simply the best feeling in the entire world. It was love.
Bianca’s friends were curious about the new glow surrounding the brunette. The merry twinkle in her eyes that was not there before. The way she could not stop smiling. Her mouth was formed permanently into a grin. It was as if her body was humming with new energy. Bianca didn’t care what they wondered or thought. How could she when all she dreamed about was Frankie.
She was in love with Frankie.
Wow.
****
Bianca might have been in love, but that didn’t mean the world stopped turning. It might have paused for a second when the revelation hit her, but then it started back up and continued to spin. Classes were held, the mail arrived each morning by owl with Opal dropping off her weekly letter from Jack and her mom. Snape was still a jerk when he taught Potions and deducted points from Gryffindor any chance he got.
And Gryffindor Tower was abuzz with excitement at the upcoming Slytherin-Gryffindor quidditch match.
It was all anyone could talk about. During meals, between classes, even during class, all any student talked about was the match. It usually annoyed Bianca. She was not a fan of sports, and quidditch was definitely not her cup of tea. This year, though, she listened in as those around her chatted about team standings and other such things. She had to bite her tongue whenever they started belittling the Slytherin team. Frankie was not a cheat or dirty player. Not that any of her fellow housemates would care to hear the truth about that.
Because of the match, Bianca had barely been able to see Frankie outside of Potions or meals. The blonde was either at practice or trapped in a team meeting. It was frustrating and not what she wanted after the incredible birthday she’d had, but that’s what happened when you were secretly dating the seeker for the Slytherin team.
Walking through the fifth floor, Bianca released a sigh. She knew Frankie needed to be prepared for the quidditch match. She loved quidditch. But Merlin, after realizing what these feelings churning inside meant…Bianca just wanted to wrap her arms around Frankie and never let go. She was sixteen and in love. She didn’t want to just see Frankie from across a classroom or on opposite ends of the Great Hall. She wanted to hold her, kiss her, tell her how she felt. Would Frankie even want that? Did she feel the same way?
Bianca bit her bottom lip. They’d never really talked about love. They admitted they felt things for each other. They wanted to be together. But love? Love was a lot more than like. Even really like, which Frankie had said she felt for Bianca. She said she really really liked her. But, what did that mean? What was that on the like-love scale?
What would happen if she told Frankie? Would Frankie act like she did the first time she told her she liked her and wanted them to date? Run away and pretend it was all some big misunderstanding and that Bianca was delusional or crazy? No, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Frankie cared about her. There was no more running away. And, it wasn’t like Frankie didn’t return those feelings back then. She just didn’t know how to show them. There was so much going against them, but Frankie pulled through.
What if Frankie loved her, too? That brought a grin to Bianca’s face. Frankie had been so sweet to her. The tiny birthday celebration, New Years, all of it. Yes, Frankie had that touch of Slytheriness inside her that came out once in awhile, but it was only another side Bianca loved about her. Frankie was smart, unpredictable, caring, and playful. Merlin, she loved her. She really truly did. Oh, she hoped Frankie felt the same.
Bianca turned the corner and strolled down the nearly empty corridor. She glanced up ahead and saw the statue of Boris the Bewildered. The memory of Frankie’s prank on Filch flashed in her mind, and she chuckled lightly. The few other students passing by shot her confused looks, but she ignored them. Frankie’s Christmas break duel with Filch was legendary. Her girl took pride in the ability to pull off such elaborate jokes on the man who hated students with a passion. Which was another reason why the Room of Requirement was such a good find. Filch had targeted Frankie from time to time. The girl was at the top of his list. He wanted nothing more than to see her expelled, and he tailed her every so often, intent on catching her doing something against the rules. Too bad for him Frankie could dodge him with ease and sneak into the Room of Requirement without him even noticing she was gone.
Oh, and the pictures! Her mom and stepdad had no idea how much the camera meant to her. Frankie and she must have taken hundreds of photos during her birthday. She’d sent them off in the mail to be processed. She couldn’t wait to get them back. They needed to pick out one for Frankie’s locket, and she might pick out a few to hide under her pillow so she could look at them when no one was watching.
Stepping by the statue, Bianca gasped as hands shot out and grabbed her arms. She was unceremoniously pulled behind the statue. Eyes wide, she spun around and slapped at her captor, “Frankie!”
“Ow,” Frankie rubbed at the sore spot on her shoulder.
“You said you were going to stop doing that.” Bianca huffed. It’d been a long time since Frankie’d dragged her behind a statue.
Frankie smirked, “And miss your lovely welcoming punch?”
Bianca rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the giant smile. It was Frankie! “I didn’t punch you.”
“A rather rough love tap, then?”
Love? Bianca’s breath hitched at the word. Was that a conscious choice in word usage?
Frankie’s brow furrowed, “Bianca?”
Oh, standing there silent might not be the best move, so she blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “I missed you.”
Frankie’s smirk softened, “Missed you too, trollish tendencies aside. You should learn to control this brutish side of yourself that causes you to hit others.”
“Yes, Frankie. It’s the troll in me and not the fact you ambushed me from behind a statue.”
“Perhaps I should pay more attention in Care of Magical Creatures. I’ll learn how to appropriately approach you.”
Bianca grabbed Frankie’s hands and linked them together, “You could start with a kiss.”
Frankie raised an eyebrow, “Sounds risky.”
“Take a risk.”
“Gryffindors do like to jump in head first.” Frankie leaned in and pecked her cheek.
Bianca tilted her head and caught Frankie’s mouth in a firm kiss. Immediately her eyes slammed shut and her senses took over. She grasped at the smaller body, pulling her closer. Her heart pounded in her ears, yet there was glorious silence. Sparks danced across the backs of her eyelids and exploded into a sea of color when a deft tongue slipped inside to greet her own.
A tiny whimper formed in the back of Bianca’s throat. She dug her hands into the scratchy gray sweater vest and wordlessly asked for more. A gentle hand curved around her cheek while a thumb slowly rubbed over her smooth skin. Another hand softly tangled in her long locks and cupped the back of her head. Their lips pushed and pulled, slid and slipped against each other meaningfully. They’d done this so many times, yet each touch felt amazing and new.
Their mouths broke apart, and their noses brushed teasingly. “I’ll take the risk.” Frankie murmured and guided Bianca back in for another kiss.
Bianca returned the kiss, “Great.”
A gaggle of chattering Hufflepuffs waltzed by the statue, and both girls froze. Frankie quickly spun them around so Bianca was further in the shadows and less likely to be seen. The brunette leaned back against the wall, her face red and lungs panting for calming air.
Frankie watched the group walk away then faced Bianca, “Not the best time for this.”
“No, probably not.” Bianca agreed. Making out in the corridor - exciting but dangerous. Sort of how Frankie seemed at the beginning of their relationship. “Why don’t we go back to our room? Lot less people there.” Why didn’t Frankie meet her there in the first place?
Frankie shook her head, “I’m meeting Gary.”
Bianca’s smile dropped, “Again?”
Frankie stretched out a hand hooked a strand of brown hair behind Bianca’s ear, “The match is this weekend.”
“I haven’t seen you in days.” Yes, she was sounding a little whiney and needy, but come on.
Frankie shrugged, “We need to be ready.” The way she was looking at Bianca, though, made it obvious she did not want to leave.
“You are ready.” Bianca pulled her in, “You’ve been ready. Frankie, you’re the best seeker this school has. You don’t need to practice this hard.”
“You’ve never even seen me play.”
“I know, presumptuous.” Bianca traced a fingertip down Frankie’s jaw, “But, I know you. I know how much you love this game and how much time you put into it.”
“This sounds like the beginning of an inspirational speech.” Frankie joked.
Bianca cupped her chin, “You don’t need one. You’re arrogant enough without it.” She brushed the pad of her thumb under Frankie’s bottom lip, “I know you’re a good player and an excellent flyer. That’s enough.”
“I’m better than good.” she smirked.
“You’re amazing.” in every way that counted.
Frankie bent her head, “Better to go on fact than faith.”
“What?”
Frankie raised her eyes, “You could go.”
“You want me to go to the match?” Bianca’s mouth quirked up.
Frankie exhaled, “It’s against Gryffindor, and those losers couldn’t fly properly if they had wings. We’re going to kill them. Their seeker is one of the most dimwitted idiots I’ve ever seen. I could beat him without a broom.”
There’s that confidence.
Frankie took a breath, “However, you could see what a real team plays like with the Slytherins.”
“I would?” Bianca swung her arms around Frankie’s neck and played with the fine hairs at the nape. “I don’t know; Gryffindor sounds pretty good.”
Frankie scoffed, “Their heads are bigger than the North Sea. They think they’re god’s gift to the quidditch pitch.” And the world. Heaven forbid you don’t cheer on Gryffindor - the heroes of the wizarding world.
“That’s my house, you know.”
“All the more reason you should know that fact.” Frankie locked her hands.
“They say you’re a dirty player. Will I see some evil tricks?”
“You will see tactical strategy that lesser players don’t understand.”
Bianca pretended to contemplate it, “Hmmmm. I don’t know. Saturday? There are those things I need to do.”
Frankie shot her a droll look, “Things?”
“Yes, like recover from my sudden attack by a certain Slytherin.”
Frankie rolled her eyes, “Whatever.”
Bianca trailed her fingers up the side of Frankie’s neck and brushed her thumb against the sensitive spot directly behind her ear, “Of course, I’ll be there for you.”
Frankie’s eyelids fluttered, “Recovery is important.”
“So is this.” This was the game of the year supposedly. “I want to be there for you, Frankie.” She stared lovingly into eyes that were unable to hide their hopefulness. This was important to Frankie, so it was important to her. If Frankie wanted her there, she would be there.
“Ok.” Frankie replied. A grin hinted at the corner of her mouth.
“Ooh, I’ll make a big sign with sparkles to cheer you on.” Bianca let go of Frankie and clapped her hands together.
Frankie was not amused, “No.”
“Oh, come on. It’ll be great. I’ll get noisemakers and think up chants. Go, Frankie, Go!” Bianca waved her hands.
Frankie blinked, “Mental.”
“You don’t like that?”
“I’m sure your house will adore you waving a sparkly sign for the opposition.” Frankie drawled.
Oh, right. “Would you?”
“Sparkles are not particular favorites of mine.”
“I’ll make them green and silver.” Bianca grasped her shoulders and gave a mirthful shake.
Frankie cracked a lopsided grin, “You are unbelievable.”
“In a good way.”
“The best way.” Frankie gazed at her affectionately.
Bianca gazed back, “That goes both ways.”
Frankie blinked cutely and took a step back, “Whatever. I have to go see Gary.”
“Alright, go.” Bianca gave a wave. “I’ll be there Saturday.”
Frankie picked up her bag that was tossed on the base of the statue. She reached inside, “Nearly forgot,” she pulled out a book and held it out to Bianca, “here.”
Bianca took it. It was the quidditch book Frankie got for Christmas, “Frankie?”
Frankie closed her bag, “The rules are in the first chapter. Your fanaticism for this game might work better if you know how it’s played.”
“Ha ha.” Bianca put the book in her satchel, “Thank you. I’ll take good care of it.” She knew Frankie treasured the gift.
Frankie nodded and flashed a grateful look. Then, she schooled her features “No sparkles.”
“We’ll see.” This was going to be so much fun!
****
Saturday came faster than Bianca expected. Her entire house was bursting with thrill. The common room was full of students clad in Gryffindor cloaks, scarves, hats, and gloves. Some held handmade signs encouraging their team and the players.
“This is so exciting.” Babe laughed as she walked out of the castle with Bianca.
Simone slid up beside them, “Best game of the season. Gryffindor will crush Slytherin.”
Erin and Dani joined them, “Thank Merlin it’s a nice day. I was afraid it was going to be snowing or there would be freezing rain.”
They were right. It was a pleasant day. It was still cold, but not freezing like it had been. The sky was clear with only a few lazy clouds floating overhead. The sun was shining down and warming them enough that they could take their gloves off and not worry about the chill. It was the perfect day for a quidditch match.
“Oh, there’s my boy!” Simone crowed as she spotted her boyfriend milling around a few hundred yards away, “See you guys!” She rushed off.
Erin rolled her eyes, “Those two are insatiable.”
Dani nudged her, “Like you wouldn’t be if you had that man.”
Bianca, not wanting to listen to her two friends rib each other about their lack of boyfriends, turned to Babe, “There’s a lot of people here.” Nearly the entire school showed up. Even the other two houses were there.
“I forgot you don’t go to these games.” Babe nodded, “Yeah, it’s a big thing. Everyone wants to see Gryffindor beat Slytherin.”
“Do you think they will?”
Babe shrugged, “Maybe. Slytherin is always winning, but I want us to win. I like us.”
“You don’t like Slytherin?”
Babe thought about it, “I don’t know. Slytherin is…Slytherin.”
Which was how it seemed most people viewed them. Hate Slytherin because it’s Slytherin.
They got to the stadium and followed the crowd up the stairs and to their seats, which were very high up. As Bianca sat down, she took in the stadium. It was really large. The field was in an oval shape with three tall poles with hoops on the top at each end of the field. The stands circled around the pitch, and each seat was filling up rapidly.
Internally, Bianca went over the rules again. Quidditch was played on broomsticks, of course, and there were two teams. Each team had seven players - three chases, two beaters, a keeper, and the seeker. There were three different balls - the quaffle, the bludger, and the snitch. The quaffle was a red ball about twelve inches in diameter. The bludgers, which there were two of them, were massive hard iron balls about ten inches in diameter. Finally, the snitch was a small gold ball about the size of a walnut and had wings.
The chasers flew up and down the field passing the quaffle and trying to keep it from the other team. To score, they would throw the quaffle through one of the three hoops and would get ten points each time. The keeper protected the hoops and tried to block these shots. The beaters had wooden clubs and would hit at the bludgers in an attempt to protect their fellow team players and knock the other team’s players off course.
Finally, there was the seeker. Frankie’s position. The seeker would fly around searching for the snitch. The snitch, unlike the other two types of balls, darted around the pitch. When the snitch was caught by a seeker, the team would get 150 points and the game would end.
Not to mention all the other rules about substitutions, fouls, and such that she’d barely skimmed over.
Wow, she could see why Frankie spent so much time studying the game. Basically, though, Frankie’s position was the most important. 150 points rested on her performance as well as when the game would end.
A giant roar had Bianca coming out of her musings. She looked down to see both teams marching out onto the field along with the referee. Her gaze instantly glued to Frankie, who was walking at the end of the Slytherin processional. Frankie was dressed in dark green robes, the Slytherin crest on her chest. She had leather arm guards on her forearms and her leather gloves.
Marching out, Frankie looked as serious as Bianca had ever seen her. There was no expression on her face, but she could see the glimmer of determination in her hazel eyes. The teams mounted their brooms and kicked off the ground. Another roar boomed, and Bianca found herself joining in. Exhilaration rippled through the stands. There was a palpable vibration in the air.
“Welcome Hogwarts to Gryffindor versus Slytherin!” the student announcer’s voice echoed.
The teams flew around, warming up for the game. Bianca watched Frankie idly glide around. The blonde would exchange a few words with her teammates when she went by, but she never looked at the stands or the other team.
Bianca did. She watched the Gryffindors fly around. She latched onto the Gryffindor seeker and watched him. His broom was definitely different from Frankie’s. It looked a lot less worn, and she remembered Frankie telling her it was faster and better than hers. Merlin, she hoped Frankie could out fly him.
When Frankie made a loop around the Slytherin end of the field, Bianca found herself jumping to her feet as she passed by. Before she could let out a cheer, though, a deafening chorus of boos and hisses sounded. Frowning, Bianca looked around her. Every single person near her was hissing, except for Babe who was merrily watching the teams fly.
Then, Bianca took in the whole stadium. The entire place was booing or hissing at Slytherin and cheering Gryffindor. Even the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were. The only people not doing this were the section of Slytherins. The mass of green and silver was loudly jeering the other team and clapping for the snakes. They were like an island in the ocean of Gryffindor supporters. To their credit, though, their shouts were just as loud as the other side’s. Synchronized chants filled the air. Both sides cheered and yelled in one voice.
Bianca couldn’t believe it. Even the other two houses would show up and take sides like that? Well, she took that back. She could believe it. Slytherin was not well liked. But, this was different. Was every game like this? Where everyone cheered against Slytherin…against Frankie?
Before she could think anymore about that, the referee blew her whistle. The balls were released into the sky and the game began.
The game was fast-paced and never stopped. Gryffindor immediately obtained the quaffle and began to pass it back and forth as they moved toward the Slytherin hoops. During a pass, though, one of the Slytherin chasers swooped in between the two Gryffindors and stole the quaffle. The three green and silver clad chasers zoomed the other way, nimbly tossing the red ball back and forth. They easily outmaneuvered the Gryffindors and scored.
“Come on! Get it back!” one of the Gryffindor fans cheered as the Gryffindors got the quaffle.
Bianca only followed the action for a bit before she searched for Frankie. She found her hovering over the center of the field high above. It looked like she was busy watching the game below, but Bianca knew better. Just because something looked one way didn’t mean it was that way.
The Gryffindor seeker flew up toward Frankie, and she watched as the boy shouted a few words at her seeker. Frankie didn’t react. He said something else. What was he saying?
Then, he found himself alone as Frankie disappeared, racing toward the ground. The boy was after her in a flash, and the crowd held their breath as they saw both seekers rushing forward. Did they find the snitch?
Bianca hopped up and shot her hand out, grasping onto Babe’s arm as her eyes followed Frankie’s descent. What was she doing? Did she see it? She needed to pull up!
“Merlin, Frankie.” Bianca muttered, “Pull up, pull up.” She was going too fast. It was the earth not a pillow of marshmallows!
The ground drew closer and closer.
There were only a few feet until she’d crash.
“Frankie!” Bianca gasped.
Frankie jerked the tip of her broom up.
The Slytherin flew parallel with the ground, the ends of her broom swishing against the grass.
The Gryffindor pulled up, inches from crashing.
A deafening cheer rang out.
“He’s too good to fall for that!” one of the Gryffindors yelled.
Bianca exhaled. Merlin, Frankie did that move. She hated that move! They were going to have a serious talk about that. No more Frankie almost crashing. None.
“Our seeker’s better than that, Stone, you dirty player!” another joined in.
Bianca frowned. Better? One - Frankie was not a dirty player. That was a legal move. It was in the book. Two - he did fall for it. He followed her.
Frankie circled around the pitch, low to the ground. The Gryffindor trailed her. Bianca saw a smirk flash on Frankie’s face. She wasn’t disappointed he didn’t crash. She was actually…glad?
It was a trick. Frankie knew he wasn’t going to crash. Bianca chuckled as it dawned on her. Frankie was testing his broom. Testing his ability. She knew how quickly he could fly and his reflexes.
Strategy. Frankie said they would win with strategy. What else had she learned?
Bianca watched as Frankie’s head whipped to the side. She turned her broom and zipped across the field. The Gryffindor followed, building speed as they cruised along. Frankie rose higher into the air and steered her broom in a zigzag pattern. They circled around and faced Bianca’s section of the stands.
That’s when a flash of gold glinted in the sun.
The snitch.
Frankie picked up speed, aiming directly for the snitch. Her eyes never left the ball. Bianca tried to follow it, but it moved too quickly. Instead, she focused on Frankie. The Gryffindor did the same thing.
They flew straight toward the stands. Their bodies bumped against each other, no space in between them. Shoulders lowered and rammed into the other flyer and elbows swung out harshly.
The spectators grew antsy as they got closer and closer.
“What are you doing?” Bianca questioned softly.
The two seekers drew neck and neck never diverting from the path. They battled for position. The Gryffindor leaned into Frankie, trying to knock her off the line. She shoved her shoulder into his side and he swerved slightly.
“Are they going to turn?” the guy behind Bianca asked.
No, they weren’t.
The fans ducked as the seekers reached the edge of the box.
They both pulled up, flying over the heads of the fans. Bianca felt the air sweep over her face and heard the piercing whoosh streak across her ears. She looked up the second the brooms weren’t feet from her head anymore. The seekers had flipped back toward the field. Frankie was slowing down, her head twitching around.
She’d lost sight of the snitch.
That was the least of her worries, however.
“Look out!” Bianca cried, earning her looks from the others.
A bludger was hurtling straight at Frankie.
Frankie caught sight of the iron ball, and she threw herself underneath her broom, her hands tightening on the stick. The bludger barreled overtop of her, right where she had been a second before. A Slytherin beater rushed over and swatted at the ball, sending it back at a Gryffindor with vengeance.
Bianca sighed in relief as Frankie righted herself and flew off. She felt a bunch of confused looks aimed at her, and she shrugged at the other fans, “What?”
Babe patted her arm, “I didn’t want her to get hit, either.”
Frankie flew up, passing amongst the chasers and beaters. The Gryffindors had the quaffle, and were speeding forward. Frankie unexpectedly slowed to a stop - right in front of the chaser with the quaffle.
The Gryffindor wobbled to the side, noticing the Slytherin just as she passed the ball. Her throw fell behind the intended receiver and a Slytherin scooped it up. Then, as if nothing happened, Frankie continued on.
Bianca shook her head. She had a feeling that was something they worked on at one of those double practices.
Frankie once again hovered over the center of the field high above the action. Bianca knew she should be watching the other players. She had no idea what the score was or why people kept chanting and cheering. But, that would require not looking at Frankie. Frankie, who looked really hot with her wind blown hair and intense eyes.
Why did she not go to these matches before?
Possibly because Frankie did crazy moves that gave her mini heart attacks.
The Gryffindor floated near Frankie, waiting along with her. Bianca felt her breath catch as Frankie’s head whipped to the side again. Did she see the snitch?
The blonde took off toward the Slytherin end of the pitch. The Gryffindor followed after her. They careened forward, faster than ever before, even when Frankie was testing him. Bianca held her breath. She must have seen the snitch!
“Go, Frankie, Go!” Bianca muttered repeatedly, “Come on, baby.”
The Gryffindor drew up beside Frankie, his broom much faster than hers. He then shot her a look of triumph and darted past her. Bianca frowned. “No, come on. You can beat him.”
The Gryffindor flew father and farther ahead of Frankie. His broom was too good. There was no way she could catch up.
He was about a hundred yards ahead of her when she suddenly dropped toward the ground and spun around. A gasp echoed through the stands and Bianca’s jaw dropped open.
There was a glint of gold in the sunlight.
The snitch was the other way, and only Frankie was heading toward it.
The Gryffindor wasn’t even looking back. He thought he had her beat. Bianca laughed out loud. What did Frankie say? Strategy would beat speed. The whole time the Gryffindor had been following Frankie, using her to find the snitch. Now, he was too far away to catch up.
Frankie raced after the snitch. The golden ball fluttered around, its silver wings flapping as fast as a hummingbird’s. Frankie’s eyes fixated on the snitch, darting back and forth with it. Her hand reached out, dipping and moving in pace with the ball.
Then, as if it was a piece of fudge in the Honeyduke’s box, Frankie easily wrapped her fingers around the snitch and plucked it out of the air.
“Yes!” Bianca leapt off her feet. Frankie’d done it! They’d won! Frankie won!
The Slytherin side erupted in cheers as the game ground to a halt. Frankie lazily flew to the ground and smugly handed the snitch to the referee. Her teammates crashed down beside her with whoops and hollers, and they enveloped her in cheerful hugs. Rich lifted her off the ground in a bear hug and Gary slapped her back.
The Gryffindors groaned and stared at Bianca. She didn’t notice, too caught up in the fact the girl she loved had just won the game. She bounced up and down, clapping her hands loudly.
“What are you doing?” the boy behind Bianca tapped her shoulder with disgust.
Bianca turned and offered him a giant teeth shimmering grin, “It’s over! She caught the snitch!”
“Yeah? And?”
Bianca shrugged, “What can I say? I hate quidditch.”
"She does." Babe agreed.
Bianca turned back to watch her girlfriend celebrate with her team.
Her girl was so going to make captain next year. And she was going to every game.