"Draco! Draco! Where are you? The game's over! Harry's won! We've won! Slytherin is in the lead!" shrieked Hermione, dancing up and down on her seat and hugging Pansy, Daphne and Luna. Harry jumped off his broom, a foot from the ground, he couldn't believe it, he'd done it, the game was over; it had barely lasted five minutes. As the Slytherins came spilling onto the field, he saw Potter Senior land nearby, white-faced and tight-lipped, then Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into Dumbledore's smiling face.