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BONUS: a team mate shouts to another pureblood “to the left” and eVERY MUGGLEBORN IN THE STANDS SCREAMS “TAKE IT BACK NOW Y’ALL” AND THE PUREBLOOD FALLS OFF THEIR BROOM IN CONFUSION AND SURPRISE

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This was a request by haarryjamespotter “Hey could you do a oneshot including the words: prank, the lake, chaser, Black (means someone from the family Black). I don’t really have an idea for the story, so if you like to accept you can surprise me. Oh and no need to be fluffy (or even smut).” I hope you enjoy! ………………. A light breeze pushes through my hair as I fly circles around the lake. The more I practice the better chance I’ll have of getting the position of chaser on the Slytherin ​Quittage team. And I, Narcissa Black, have sworn to myself I’ll get it this year. Not even Lucius Malfoy could stop me. I stop my broom in the middle of the lake. Staring out over the beachy area, and there he is. My worst nightmare and my best dream all wrapped in one. His arrogance was legendary, and his views of blood supremacy were even above my own. He’s older, but that doesn’t mean anything. There are talks of our bloodlines, the Blacks and the Malfoys combining, but everyone knows Andromeda would be the one to marry him. She’s older then me and would be closer to his age. I sigh and I lean back on my broom, my center of gravity shifting so I can stay balanced. I stare at the sky and watch the clouds go by. While on a broom, nothing can bother me. A little while later I sit up, stretching my body out. Breaks over. I begin my rounds again, tying to perfect my sharp turns, in order to avoid failing at practice. I’m on my third lap when my broom jerks. I try to slow down to figure out what’s wrong but it jerks again, nearly throwing me off. I grip the broom tightly and pull myself closed to it while it continues to jerk. My hand slips and I fall into the center of the lake. I’m falling and falling and falling until I splash into the water and I get hit in the head by a merpersons trident. Everything goes black. …………. A pinkish glow is visible behind my eyelids before they burst open as I’m coughing up water. I glance around me and I see I’m in the hospital wing, and a dripping wet Lucius Malfoy is running to get someone. I try to move but the pain is everywhere, besides breathing is a much more important task. I’m gasping when Madam Pomfrey comes running in, with vials and potions in hand. She tries to get me to drink it but I can’t stop gasping. I feel like my lungs are suffocating under the weight of galleons of water. Madam Pomfrey brandishes her wand as casts a spell, and then I’m vomiting up all the water in my stomach and my lungs. Lucius is there, propping me up through my outcries of pain between vomits. As soon as I finish vomiting, and Madam Pomfrey gets the vial into my stomach, I pass out, the pain becoming unbearable. …………………. I wake to the sound of Abraxas Malfoy berating his son, quite terribly. My eyes are too heavy to open, but my ears hear things they can’t forget. “….. How could you be so stupid!” He says angrily “not only have you jeopardized any union a Malfoy can have with a Black for the next hundred years, but you could have killed a member of the only pure blood wizarding family that is on equal purity standing as us! What do you have to say for yourself!” Lucius chokes out, his voice nearly collapsing over the guilt he feels over what he had done, “it was only….. It was supposed to be…. A prank….. Make her fall off her broom…… into the water so she’d have to swim back to shore…… So everyone would see her drenched…. I hadn’t…. I didn’t know…. That the merpeople would do this to her…… I didn’t think she’d get hurt…..” “Well she has, and you better hope, boy, that she will forgive you, because without her forgiveness, any type of business arrangement or union is off between the Malfoys and the Blacks. So you better fix this.” Abraxas says angrily, then leaves as the door to the infirmary slams shut. Lucius slowly walks over to the chair next to my bed and sits down heavily, his head in his hands. A warm hand lays itself over my still one, and I hear him whisper “Narcissa, please….. Please wake up…..” And I’m pulled back into unconsciousness. ……………… I feel the ache through my body and my eyes flutter open. I try to sit up, but everything hurts. I try to call out to someone but my voice just croaks. I clear my throat and try again. “Hello?” My voice breaks, and I hear a shuffling from across the room as my curtain is flung open. There stood the one and only Lucius Malfoy, but not the one I’m use to. This Lucius Malfoy had bags under his eyes from days of lack of sleep, and his shoulder are slumped from sitting with bad posture for so long. I look at him, the shock and happiness in his eyes does nothing to take away the fact he looks like crap. “You look like shit.” I croak out. And he just stares at me for a moment, before he starts chuckling, which turns into laughter. Not the kind as if I told a funny joke but the heartbreaking relief that the worst didn’t come to pass, and all you can do is laugh or cry or scream. He sits down on the chair next to my bed and he lays his head down on my bed. “You don’t look so hot yourself.” He says and I shake my head. “I didn’t choose to look like this, a certain pale blond haired boy thought it’d be funny to curse my broom. You, on the other hand, chose not to go to bed, and to sit here for as long as you did. So what do you have to say for yourself?” I speak quietly, half joking, half serious. He looks at me and softly says “Narcissa…. I am so so sorry….. I hadn’t intended for you to get hurt…… And I don’t know what I can do to make it up to you.” He says, shifting uncomfortably. “Convince me you’re not just apologizing to get out of trouble with your dad, and get some sort of marriage or union with my family back on. This isn’t about family. This is about the fact you nearly got me killed, and I don’t even know the full extent of the damage it did to me body. Convince me you’re sincere, and all is forgiven. Until then, I need to have Madam Pomfrey explain my injuries to me, so if you don’t mind.” I speak quietly, and he nods, barely looking at me, and walks out. I sit there in silence until Madam Promfrey comes back in. And I sit there near tears as she says I’ll never be able to play Quittage again. ………………….. Well, I hope you guys liked it. I know it’s ending’s not a full ending full of forgiveness and all that stuff, but I really really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you guys will keep sending in submissions!!!! ~Hp-oneshot

I made this for the voice of Connie. Grace Rolek requested Connie as a Slytherin Beater

Soldiers playing quittage