Addicts of Flying [Lovino][Closed]

Daniel couldn't take it anymore. Every cell in his body was itching to finally get on his broom and feel that burst of adrenaline flying always managed to bring forth. He groaned loudly. Why the hell was he sitting in the common room, day-dreaming about Quidditch, when he could be already on the field, training by himself?!

Finally deciding to get up and do something about his Quidditch craving, Daniel sprinted up the stairs to his dorm room and quickly kicked his trunk open.

There it was. His pride and joy, his baby, his beauty; his very own Nimbus 2001. Although it was not the newest or best model out there anymore, Daniel still loved his baby just as much as the day he got her from his parents. Getting his broom out of his trunk, Daniel started to change into a green T-shirt and some track-pants. He only ever used his Quidditch robes for matches, never for training.

Looking at the window, a sudden idea popped up in his head. He bit his lip. It's not like he was breaking any rules, right?...Right. Having convinced himself, Daniel jumped on his broom and zoomed through the open window, heading towards the Quidditch Field.

The wind and speed felt heavenly! He had missed this sensation so much. Why couldn't he have done this sooner?

Daniel was surprised to arrive and find someone already on the field. He thought the field was supposed to be empty that day until 2 pm? When he looked around he couldn't see any other members of the Slytherin team. (And, if he wasn't mistaken, that guy was from Slytherin.)

Why was he here then? Daniel smiled. Maybe he liked flying just like Daniel did and decided to do what he himself had done. Daniel smiled wider. If he liked flying, he couldn't be that bad of a guy, right? Then Daniel was stuck. He didn't want to leave the field yet, but he didn't want to disturb the other either. If he came flying by himself, then he probably preferred doing it alone.

While he was normally a pretty selfless guy, he really, really didn't want to leave. He had been waiting for this for God knows how long! Deciding not to just rudely ignore the guy and go around flying, or scare the hell out of him by suddenly appearing, Daniel flew a little closer to him. Putting on his best grin, he waved at the Slytherin, hoping, praying, he wasn't the type to curse just because he was Gryffindor. (Not that he couldn't defend himself, no, far from it, he just didn't have his wand out and preferred not to get into a cursing-contest on the field.)

"Hey, sorry to disturb you! Do you mind if I fly around here for a while?" Not that it really mattered if the guy minded, Daniel wasn't going anywhere.

Suddenly, he had a rather bright idea, if he did say so himself.

"Do you play Quidditch? What do you play? Wanna play one-on-one?" Having fired off his questions, Daniel waited for the answer. He sincerely hoped the other was a Chaser or knew how to play it.

Daniel grinned. "Great!" But then a thought came to his mind. Do they even play one-on-one Quidditch the same way? "Er, how do you play one-on-one Quidditch? I mean, I have a way of doing it, but I'm not sure it's the same as yours." He hesitated for a moment. "I guess I will just explain how I do it and you can correct me if you would like to do it differently?"

Then he launched into the explanation. "The way we play it in Hungary is like one-on-one football." he paused for a moment. "Sorry, never mind that, you probably don't know what football is. Anyways, each person has their own hoop. Only one, not all three. The two players launch the Quaffle, and whichever one of them catches the ball tries to get it through the hoop. The other obviously tries to either stop him and snatch the ball away or guard his or her hoop. If you score, the ball is obviously the other's." finished Daniel.

"It's kind of the same as what we do during a match, only without the other players or balls." he grinned at the other. "Is that how you play or is there a difference?"

He caught the Quaffle the other had thrown at him easily. Daniel grinned at him, taking his faint smirk as a sign of excitement. "Of course."

He threw the ball in the air with all his might, waited a few seconds, and took off after it about the same time as the other guy. He used his slightly taller built to his advantage, and reached the ball a moment earlier than the other.

Not wasting any time, Daniel immediately took off towards the hoops, the Quaffle held securely in his right arm. He didn't even check if the other was following him; it was safe to assume that he was. He changed his course a few times randomly to make sure his opponent couldn't steal the ball from him. When he decided he was within range, he raised his arm and aimed the Quaffle straight at the middle hoop.

Damn, this kid was actually pretty good. And Lovino had finally remembered him; it was the guy who had ran in on him and Maria when they had been hiding from Filch. What fun.

Lovino hurried after him, coming up close behind him and just grabbing the ball out of his hand right before he went to through it. That both put the kid off balance and gave Lovino an advantage.

He quickly sped towards the other end of the field, going straight instead of doing an strange turns and loops like the other. He did have the advantage after all and losing it by taking longer to get the hoops would be a bad thing.

He quickly reached the hoops and tossed the Quaffle at the middle one without really looking to see where Daniel was, hoping that it would actually make it through without the Gryffindor popping up out of no where to stop it. He hoovered there briefly, watching the Quaffle on its journey.

((Sorry if this seems short; I really don't know how to roleplay a sports kind of thing.))

Daniel cursed under his breath. Damn it, he was too slow to throw the ball! Not wanting to waste a second more mourning the loss of the ball, he quickly turned his broom around and sped after the other. The guy was a 2 meters ahead of him tops, and trying to get the ball from him would only result in Daniel losing more time. So, without slowing down, Daniel bypassed underneath the other, trying to reach the hoop in time.

He could see he was still too far to catch the ball normally. His competitive side kicking in, he decided to use a reckless tactic; he stood up on his broom and jumped.

He managed to touch the ball with the tip of his fingers, effectively changing it's route and reducing it's speed. Then he fell back on his broom, wincing, his butt aching slightly from the collision. But it was worth it. The ball hit the hoop, but didn't go through it.

He grinned at his enemy. He was pretty good, a nice challenge. He reached a hand out, catching the Quaffle. This was going to be fun.


((I have no idea either, really. I have never done anything like this before.))

Daniel narrowed his eyes at the other. That was a dick move! And unfortunately a very successful dick move. He flew back and quickly caught the ball; he couldn't let him win, goddamnit! Friendly game or not, he still wasn't going to lose!

For a moment, he stayed motionless, trying to come up with a tactic against the other. He grinned at his opponent. His tactic wasn't the most genius one out there, but it was worth a try. Leaning forward on his broom, he shot off quickly towards the other guy, looking ahead intently, the ball safely nestled under his arm. At the last moment, he lied down on his broom as much as he could and passed underneath his opponent, one of his elbows slightly touching the other's leg.

Using the one second advantage his stunt gave him, he continued towards the hoop. This time he wouldn't give him a chance to steal the ball! He was still barely past the half-pitch mark, but he decided to risk it. He quickly calculated the distance and the force needed in his mind, abruptly came to a stop, and threw the ball at the hoop with all his might.

Daniel couldn't help the grin overtaking his features when his opponent couldn't stop the ball from entering the hoop.

1:1.

Daniel couldn't help but grin at the obvious frustration of his opponent. He knew the goal he landed was an impressive one, and the other guy knew it too. It was probably not the nicest thing, but he loved to see the frustration, anger, or the surprise on his opponents' faces after a successful shot.

When the other started towards the other end of the field, Daniel wasted no time. He shot after him just as quickly, although that half a second and his slightly smaller build gave his opponent a bit of an advantage. He started to calculate his chances; go after the guy and try to take the ball or go and guard the hoop? Judging by the stiff shoulders of the other, he was probably very much determined to shoot a goal. And Daniel was very much determined to not let him.

He flew a few meters up, and sped up even more. He reached the hoops a second or so after his opponent stopped to shoot. Daniel quickly turned around and waited. He was just 2 meters above the hoop. If the other shot the ball now, Daniel could stop it relatively easily. If not, well, he could always try to steal the ball away.

Daniel cursed under his breath. He was so close, the tip of his finger almost touching the ball, and it still went through! He caught the Quaffle and glared down at it bitterly. He looked at the other and immediately widened his eyes. He was clinging to his broom as if his life depended on it. Maybe his broom was malfunctioning? Or it was cursed? "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, worried. But the other didn't seem to hear him.

After a bit of struggling his opponent managed to right himself and was watching him expectantly. Well, he wasn't about to disappoint. He shot out towards his hoops, deciding to use one of the most ancient tactics: brutal force. He was taller and somewhat more muscular than his opponent, so if he flew fast enough, he wouldn't be able to get the ball from him without breaking his own arm. This tactic was rarely effective during real matches, of course, but without the Beaters there, it had a big chance of being successful.

He knew that if he made it within a 10 meter radius of the hoops, he had no chance of missing.

Daniel quickly took control of his broom and flew after his opponent, a heavy frown set on his lips. Were this a real match, that move would have meant a penalty for him. He glared at the other's back. True, it was a bit unfair to use his superior height and weight, but he could have simply flown in front of him to slow him down and attempt to take the ball. The move he pulled was a very risky one. Had Daniel been a worse player, he would have fallen off.

Still, his move had worked. But Daniel wasn't about to let him score another goal. He grinned suddenly. He was going to do something dangerous, reckless and spectacular. It was his favorite move back home and their coach always shouted at him for at least ten minutes for doing it, which Daniel never understood. It never failed to get him the ball, get his teammates in a good mood and he never got injured.

He lied down on his broom in order to go faster and get a few meters ahead his opponent. Then he stood up on his broom and jumped, executing a perfect back-flip and, using his opponent's surprise, stole the ball from him. He almost grinned in triumph when he realized he miscalculated the distance. He was a few inches behind his broom and starting to fall. He quickly stretched his legs and wrapped them around the broom's tail. He brought the broom closer to him and sat back a mere meter away from the ground. He flew towards his hoops quickly, all the while trying to calm his racing heart. It wasn't the closes he came to falling, but damn was it more than close enough.

Daniel stopped and turned around, staring at the guy. Did he just say that they should stop? Was he boring him already? No, that couldn't be, he couldn't be that bad. Maybe he wanted to stop because he was in the lead? Sure, it was only one point but it would still mean he won the game. Daniel looked at his face, frowning. He didn't look like someone who would cheat just so they could win. Sure, he had some pretty dick moves, but those were parts of the game. Stopping the game just so he could win was another thing entirely.

Although his roommates told him a lot about Slytherins being sly, cheating, cowardly bastards, Daniel never truly believed them. There might have been some of them who were like that, but definitely not all. He knew about the rivalry between the two houses, he could even sense the animosity sometimes. Still, this guy accepted to play with him without showing any signs of dislike and hadn't insulted him once. If he was like what his roommates said he should have ignored, cursed, or shouted at him already. Which wasn't the case. Maybe he was simply tired? Quidditch was a tiring sport after all.

He simply shrugged. "Sure, if you want to. I guess it's your win then." he said, wrinkling his nose at the end. He hated losing. Really, really hated losing. But he wasn't about to be a jerk and demand to go on if his opponent wanted to stop.

He raised an eyebrow at his opponent. It almost seemed like he was surprised he had won. That was...odd to say the least. But it was proof that he didn't stop the match because he wanted to win. That was nice. Not that he would have done anything if the guy did that to cheat. He would have had no proof.

He stared at the other in surprise. He was asking him to go and eat with him? That was unexpected. But not at all unpleasant. Daniel grinned at him. "Sure, why not?" he said. It was nice of him to invite him. But why would he do that? Surely not out of pity. He shrugged it off. Maybe he was just being nice, there was no need to look for any ulterior motive. He started descending with his broom to go and put the Quaffle away. They couldn't just leave it outside or the Professor would have their heads.

He flew to the ground and hopped off his broom, his aching bum protesting to his movements. He winced silently. He loved that move of his really, but damn if it didn't leave his rear-end aching for a few days. Ignoring the pain in his butt, Daniel made his way to the Professor's office located under the stands. He put the Quaffle back in its place and replaced the protective charms on the chest. (Not that they were all that effective if so many students knew how to break them.)

He put his beloved broom over his shoulder and walked out towards the broom shed. He could see the other guy staring at the brooms inside wistfully and almost felt bad for having such a beautiful, polished to perfection, new-looking broom. Almost. That guy still beat him, even with a worse broom, which was a painful blow to Daniel's pride. 'Can't win them all' he tried to console himself, without much effect. He really, really hated losing.

He was snapped out of his self-pity when the other started to walk towards the castle. Oh, right, they were going to go and get something to eat. He quickly followed the guy and wondered if he meant eating together or just eating in general. Surely, if Slytherin and Gryffindor hated each other that much, they couldn't sit by the same table.

Daniel could see the other guy watching him and crossing his arms from the corner of his eye. What was his problem? Maybe he didn't want to walk next to him, afraid that his housemates would see him walking with a Gryffindor? Maybe he wanted him to keep his distance? But if he was worried about being seen, why would he offer to eat with him? Daniel shook his head. This guy was such an enigma.

Daniel blinked at the other, kind of amazed. They had played Quidditch together for almost an hour and they didn't even know each other's names. Quidditch does bring people together, Daniel mused inwardly. "Daniel Héderváry" he said, holding out a hand for the other. Now that they were closer, the other looked kind of familiar. I must have bumped into him once or twice in the corridors. he thought.