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The Minister’s box was spinning following the quaffle, running on its track around the stadium. Sitting in the first row Ginny Weasley was leaning on the rail her hair flying behind her as she leaned outside of the magical bubble that protected the box.
“Why don’t you sit down weasel some of us are trying to enjoy the match,” Draco Malfoy snapped angrily.
“I hope Ron didn’t hear that,” Ottery thought to himself as he watched the front row.
“Did you hear me?” Malfoy said standing up. Ottery went for his wand under his muggle sweater (Old Navy even).
“Oh my God!” Ginny exclaimed.
“Did you see that?” Malfoy asked, suddenly laughing. His annoyance clearly forgotten.
On the pitch Viktor Krum had just spiraled upwards and out of the stadium followed by the whole Irish team, who were themselves being followed by the seeker’s Bulgarian teammates. Bored at not having spotted the snitch Viktor had decided to try to score against the Irish who were ahead twenty to zero. Of course, ‘the best laid plans of mice and men go oft awry’. As Viktor had snatched the quaffle unexpectedly from one of the Irish chasers he dived into the pitch followed by the angry Irish players, when lo and behold he spotted the snitch.
No one has ever accused a snitch of having good timing.
More to the point though was that his rival the Irish Seeker had also spotted the snitch. Viktor couldn’t just drop the quaffle and his teammates were too busy laughing to be anywhere near him to catch it for him. Quaffle in hand, Viktor went after the snitch chasing it clear out of the stadium as he passed the Irish team’s seeker.
“Viktor Krum is crazy. He’s going to win it for the Bulgarians you wait and see.” Draco said smiling.
“You wish. Ireland’s taking the cup.” Ginny answered laughing.
Mr. Malfoy for his part had moved down the row and was trying to chat with the Minister of Magic discreetly but every few seconds Mrs. Longbottom would jump out of her seat hooting and hollering.
Ottery would have sulked but as much fun as everyone was having watching the match he was enjoying watching Ron, so much so that he did not notice that odd feeling of trepidation creeping in suddenly. But how could he have known the trouble that lay ahead. When the game was about to take a very interesting turn. 
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