Harry Potter 06 - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

stopped short at the sight of Harry, then gave a short, humourless laugh and continued walking.
    ‘Where’re you going?’ Harry demanded.
    ‘Yeah, I’m really going to tell you, because it’s your business, Potter,’ sneered Malfoy. ‘You’d better hurry up, they’ll be waiting for the Chosen Captain – the Boy Who Scored – whatever they call you these days.’
    One of the girls gave an unwilling giggle. Harry stared at her. She blushed. Malfoy pushed past Harry and she and her friend followed at a trot, turning the corner and vanishing from view.
    Harry stood rooted on the spot and watched them disappear. This was infuriating; he was already cutting it fine to get to the match on time and yet there was Malfoy, skulking off while the rest of the school was absent: Harry’s best chance yet of discovering what Malfoy was up to. The silent seconds trickled past, and Harry remained where he was, frozen, gazing at the place where Malfoy had vanished …
    ‘Where have you been?’ demanded Ginny, as Harry sprinted into the changing room. The whole team was changed and ready; Coote and Peakes, the Beaters, were both hitting their clubs nervously against their legs.
    ‘I met Malfoy,’ Harry told her quietly, as he pulled his scarlet robes over his head.
    ‘So?’
    ‘So I wanted to know how come he’s up at the castle with a couple of girlfriends while everyone else is down here …’
    ‘Does it matter right now?’
    ‘Well, I’m not likely to find out, am I?’ said Harry, seizing his Firebolt and pushing his glasses straight. ‘Come on, then!’
    And without another word, he marched out on to the pitch to deafening cheers and boos. There was little wind; the clouds were patchy; every now and then there were dazzling flashes of bright sunlight.
    ‘Tricky conditions!’ McLaggen said bracingly to the team. ‘Coote, Peakes, you’ll want to fly out of the sun, so they don’t see you coming –’
    ‘I’m the Captain, McLaggen, shut up giving them instructions,’ said Harry angrily. ‘Just get up by the goalposts!’
    Once McLaggen had marched off, Harry turned to Coote and Peakes.
    ‘Make sure you do fly out of the sun,’ he told them grudgingly.
    He shook hands with the Hufflepuff Captain, and then, on Madam Hooch’s whistle, kicked off and rose into the air, higher than the rest of his team, streaking around the pitch in search of the Snitch. If he could catch it good and early, there might be a chance he could get back up to the castle, seize the Marauder’s Map and find out what Malfoy was doing …
    ‘And that’s Smith of Hufflepuff with the Quaffle,’ said a dreamy voice, echoing over the grounds. ‘He did the commentary last time, of course, and Ginny Weasley flew into him, I think probably on purpose – it looked like it. Smith was being quite rude about Gryffindor, I expect he regrets that now he’s playing them – oh, look, he’s lost the Quaffle, Ginny took it from him, I do like her, she’s very nice …’
    Harry stared down at the commentator’s podium. Surely, nobody in their right mind would have let Luna Lovegood commentate? But even from above there was no mistaking that long, dirty-blonde hair, or the necklace of Butterbeer corks … Beside Luna, Professor McGonagall was looking slightly uncomfortable, as though she was indeed having second thoughts about this appointment.
    ‘… but now that big Hufflepuff player’s got the Quaffle from her, I can’t remember his name, it’s something like Bibble – no, Buggins –’
    ‘It’s Cadwallader!’ said Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna. The crowd laughed.
    Harry stared around for the Snitch; there was no sign of it. Moments later, Cadwallader scored. McLaggen had been shouting criticism at Ginny for allowing the Quaffle out of her possession, with the result that he had not noticed the large red ball soaring past his right ear.
    ‘McLaggen, will you pay attention to what you’re supposed to be doing and leave everyone else alone!’ bellowed Harry, wheeling round to face his Keeper.
    ‘You’re not setting a great example!’ McLaggen shouted back, red-faced and furious.
    ‘And Harry Potter’s now having an argument with his Keeper,’ said Luna serenely, while both Hufflepuffs and Slytherins below in the crowd cheered and jeered. ‘I don’t think that’ll help him find the Snitch, but maybe it’s a clever ruse …’
    Swearing angrily, Harry spun round and set off around the pitch again,