Chapter 15| Broomsticks

The day of learning how to ride broomsticks came faster than Draco would've liked. He remembered in the dream how Neville had gotten hurt, and how cruel he was to him. Sure, that same boy was in a different house and had taken his flying lessons without any problems, but... There was always a possibility of it going wrong in other ways. There was a possibility of him somehow messing up and making himself seem like a villain. He didn't want that, seeing it in his dreams was enough.

"You nervous about flying?" Blaise's voice called to the blond.

He laughed politely and gave a slight nod of his head. He didn't want to lie and say he wasn't. No one would shame him if he was, this would be the proper time any of them were on a broom. A real broom, not just a toy one too!

"A little, but I'm sure we'll be fine."

The leaner boy nodded, smiling a little before he slipped on his pureblood mask. Seeing the mask, the Malfoy looked to see they had finally reached the field with the other students. Everyone was separated by their house, the students facing each other with brooms lying in front of them.

"Malfoy!" A happy voice shouted, a wild hand flying into the air.

The grey-toned eyes landed on the Golden Boy, who was beaming in such a beautiful way. It was pointed directly at him; it was for him.

The Pureblood took a shallow breath before hurrying to take the spot in front of the famous boy. He didn't know why his thoughts were the way they were. It was something he couldn't truly predict, nor stop. It was rather annoying.

Soon the coach was there, shouting a little to be heard by all the students. Her head seemed to be on a swivel as she talked, her eyes narrowing on them all. It was like she was sizing them up, determining who could actually fly and who couldn't. It was a little intimidating, even the Silver and Golden Boys would admit to that.

Finally, she blew her whistle. Instantly, two brooms flew into awaiting hands. One face beamed happily while the other gave a muted look of pleasure.

"Good, ten points each to Gryffindor and Slytherin." She hummed while she tried to help the others.

"That was bloody brilliant, mate. Can you show me how you did that?" Ron harshly whispered, pressing his body a little too close to the raven-haired boy.

Harry's joyful smile stiffened some as he shifted his weight away from the other, his green eyes glancing towards Draco. The look seemed to try and say what he was seeing shouldn't be taken out of context. That nothing was going on underneath the surface. That look was the only thing keeping him from decking the annoying blood traitor.

"You just have to have confidence in yourself. To not fear the broom. Though, I'm excited so fearing it would be difficult for me."

The blond-haired boy looked away, a slight snicker on his tongue. That was the most beautiful way of talking down to someone like Ron. The Pureblood remembered how insecure that Ron was, always comparing himself to his brothers and those around him. Those words could only hurt so much for someone so insecure.

The Weasley gave a tight smile and tried again, mild bits of anger coursing through his veins. He knew that Harry didn't know about his barely existing confidence, yet it still hurt. His twin brothers had tried to help him with that at one point, they tried to explain that if he worked hard, he could be better than them at something. He found their words to be annoying. They were so sure of themselves, so confident that they could do whatever they wanted! He hated the twins more than he hated Perfect Percy or Curse Breaker Bill or even Dragon Tamer Charlie! They at least talked to him with respect! The twins were nothing but-

"Alright! Now mount your brooms." Coach Hooch's voice broke the steaming redhead from his internal monologue.

The class did as the greying witch had ordered, waiting for their next set of instructions. She demonstrated to them what she wanted, explaining herself as thoroughly as someone like her could. After all, she was the more show-than-tell type of person.

It wasn't long before everyone was up in the air, carefully flying around. It was boring and slow for Draco's liking. He wanted to truly fly around, just like in his dreams.

"Hey, Malfoy!" Was the only warning the blond had before something was chucked at him.

On pure reflect and instinct, he caught the ball that was thrown to him. He blinked in surprise as he found a sweetly laughing Potter. The boy's body was carefully posed to fly, to be chased and to chase.

A smirk formed on his lips as he bounced the ball in his hand. It was much lighter and softer than an actual Quaffle, smaller too. It was probably some kickball that the other was able to sneak in or transfigure.

"You're going to regret challenging me, Potter." There was a vicious venom to his playful words that caused a Slytherin-worthy grin to form on the other's face.

"Try me, Malfoy."

Those three words set them both off. The kickball was tossed and thrown around, the two doing sharp dives and dangerous stunts on their shotty broomsticks. Their little mini-game had captured their attention to the point they couldn't hear the yelling words of the Coach below them. Nor did they see the curious and invested looks of their separate Head Houses.

"I didn't know your Godson could play." McGonagall hummed, smiling faintly as she watched Harry pull some Seeker move to keep the kickball in play.

The brooding dungeon bat held a frown, his eyes narrowing on the playful spit that lit his Godson's face. It was a fiery determination he hadn't seen on the boy before. The blond child was a prodigy in his own right, but Snape had always felt that it left him bored. Seeing this, seeing that fire, he found his worry true. No one had pushed him like what the Potter boy was doing now.

"I do believe we should help the Coach." He drawled, already walking out to the field.

The older Witch hummed and looked at him. She had known that boy for many years, she knew him well enough to know that he was worried about something. She didn't know what, but she could only hope it wasn't anything too severe. Taking a deep breath, she hurried to his side, the two of them soon standing at the centre of the field with the awed class of first years.

"Mister Potter! Mister Malfoy!" She called to them sharply.

The blond Slytherin caught the ball and held it close as he and Harry paused in their game. The two of them blushed brightly as they realized what had happened. For a moment, the teachers believed they looked ashamed. Then they looked at each other. Grins appeared first, then soft snickering before finally they were laughing joyously as they landed back on the ground. Harry easily swung an arm over the other, pulling him close.

"That was fun! We should have more people next time!" He chirped happily.

The Pureblood snickered, finally able to regain some composer. Jokingly, he pushed the other off him, a firm look on his face.

"Yes, and we'll keep score to show how much better I am at Quidditch than you." His tone was cold and clipped, yet his eyes gleamed with a youth light.

"Oh! You're on, Malfoy." There was a sharp tint to the smaller boy's words, but his eyes gleamed in the same manner as the other.

"That is if you get the chance to touch another broom." The slow words made the two stiffen before looking at the Potion's Master.

Harry pouted a little before nodding. It was fair but learning to fly when he knew how was so boring! Besides, neither of them were being idiots!

"Mister Potter, with me." McGonagall hummed, turning sharply on her heels.

"You as well, Draco." Snape mimicked McGonagall's actions and walked after her.

The two first years blinked before shrugging and hurrying off to catch up with their teachers. The two older magic-users hurried down to the DADA room, a room they hadn't been in yet. Even still, the group wrinkled their noses as they smelled the horrid scent of garlic and holy water that floated down the hall.

The two teachers shook their heads as they leaned into the classroom. Quirrell looked at them with a confused expression. He didn't open his mouth as he took a visible step back from the hard look Snape naturally gave.

"We would need Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood."

The two Quidditch captains shared a look before they got up and left the classroom. They shared another look as they saw their House's celebrities waiting by the Lion Headmistress. If the two didn't know any better, they would say that the two Head of Houses were looking excited.

"We want you two to find a spot that these two delinquents can handle." Snape glared at them, making them both give sheepish looks.

The green-dressed witch shook her head before happily explaining what they had witnessed. Her tone was sharp and firm, but there was no missing the excited upbeat.

"Sure, we'll test them out." Flint gave a cruel smile that would've sent shivers down the pair's spines if they hadn't seen worse.

Harry only smiled at them, nodding his head. He didn't want to make it known that he wanted to be a Seeker just yet. He didn't want them to prepare like Draco had. Yes, he was sure the other God that Luna had talked about was Draco. He needed to check with his other eyes, but he was sure of it. The way he had reacted when he began their little game told him everything.

After that short talk with the Captains, the pair were then scolded for pulling dangerous moves that could've forced them into the infirmary. The raven-haired boy wanted to scoff and slyly comment that he'd been there more than his actual bed, yet he knew he couldn't. This was his first year, he was a boy who hadn't seen so many horrors, not a man who had gone through a war and had been elected as Head Auror.

Once the two were done being scolded, they were dismissed to their next classes with a note explaining why they were gone for so long. The two teachers sighed and relaxed a little when the students left. The friendly teachers soon were walking along the halls, a feeling of exhaustion floating onto their shoulders.

"They will be a hard bunch to take care of." The old witch hummed.

The greasy-haired man nodded, rubbing his face. He felt like she was right. She usually was, so he could believe her more easily on something like this.

"They will be the end of us." He grumbled a little.

She lightly laughed, a gentle hand patting his back before she drifted off into her classroom.  Snape straightened his back as he hurried off to his own. He had to make sure the room was prepared for his incoming class. He rather not have an avoidable explosion. However, he did wonder how much the school, and in junction with the Wizarding World, was going to change because of those two... A Potter and Malfoy alliance, something never heard of, would definitely warrant some possibilities.

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