Different Type Of Malfoy [B1]

"I've never flown a broom before"

It hit their second week and finally, the notice was on the board for Gryffindor flying Practice. Dean and Draco have been spending less time together than they thought they would. Draco has been with Harry the most and Dean with Seamus. There is a down side to spending time with Harry and his name is Ronald Weasley. For some reason, he doesn't like Draco and Draco has finally stopped trying to befriend him. Whenever the two were around Harry, they would act civil, but Ron always gave him weary glances and scowls.

"We have flying practice Wednesday!" Ron exclaimed when he saw the notice board.
"Shut up!" And "Be quiet!" Were said at the same time by Draco and Percy. Draco had picked up a large book from the library on advanced potions, which is for fourth years, and said it was a small book to normal- it was at least 400 thick. He had his legs draped over a couch chair while his back rested on the other arm. Harry was perched on that same arm and Draco leant his head back so it was almost resting on Harry. Every now and then, Draco would ramble to Harry or the girl Hermione (who was doing homework on the seat opposite them) about a potion. Eventhough Harry really wasn't interested, he let Draco babble on and occasionally swept his hand through Draco's hair in a friendly gesture.

"I've never flown on a broom before..." Harry's face morphed into one of worry and he stopped cradling his fingers through Draco's silk-like hair. "Hey, loads of kids haven't. None of the Muggle-borns would have, same for some half-bloods. You will be fine Harry." Draco tilted his head bacm so it was almost in Harry's lap. The raven-haired boy looked down into the comforting grey eyes and nodded, feeling a lot better about flying lessons.

He was feeling a lot worse about flying lessons. It was Wednesday, and it was with the Slytherins. Harry now had a mixed opinion about Slytherin's: Draco was almsot in Slytherin and so was himself and they weren't evil. Then, there's one of Draco's best friends Blaise Zabini. He seemed nice and friendly. But then there is what Ron and Hagrid had told him.

Despite the season, the weather was warm and the sky showed that being as blue as the Draught of peace. Reflecting off the glass, the suns rays looked like hidden gems when Harry looked at the sky through his glasses. "You're going to do fine." Draco said seing his friends distress. He brushed their shoulders together and bumped Harry who chuckled lightly. "I'll catch you if you fall anyway!" He called back as he ran to catch up with Dean. Smiling, Harry ran with him to then stand next to Ron.

The Gryffindors arrived first, and they all lined up, but because nobody but Draco liked the Slytherin's, he was placed on the end- a spot in front of him. Orderly, the Slytherin's filed in and gracefully stood beside their brooms. Gratefully, Blaise was opposite Draco.
"Good afternoon, class." A woman said. She had sharp features and grey hair- Draco assumed she looked a lot younger than she was. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, Up!"

Draco knew it was going to work first time for him. He's flown a broom at home and even trained to be a seeker. "Up!" He commanded once and it flew to his hand. Draco shone an encouraging smile to Harry and he also got it on the first try.
"UP!" Ron said for the tenth time and the broom hit him square on the head and Draco and Harry laughed. However, he glared at Draco and gave a half-smile to Harry which the blonde had to roll his eyes at.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end." The Class mounted their brooms, "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2..." she blew the whistle loudly. Immediately, Neville drifted up on the broom, his hands clutched so tightly his knuckles turning white. "Mr Longbottom!" The teacher panicked running below him, "Mr Longbottom!"
"AAAH!" He screamed as he let go of the broom. Professor Hooch tried to catch the boy with her wand but he hit the floor with a thud. "My arm!" He screamed as he tried to sit up.
"Everyone out of the way!" She said and went to touch his arm, "Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get." Pansy saw the remembrall on the floor so picked it up and threw it in her hand, "Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch." She said and led him into the castle.

The Slytherins minus a couple snickered and Draco found it slightly funny but knew it was wrong to laugh. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass." Pansy waved around the sphere.
"Give it here, Parkinson." Harry stepped forward and held his hand out. Yeah Harry, that's definitely going to work Draco rolled his eyes.
"I don't think I will." She threw it to Blaise who plastered a mask on. "Go and leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." All Slytherin eyes were on him and he quickly glanced to Draco who nodded. He gave the blond a quick small smile and hopped on his broom. "How 'bout up on the roof?" Pansy called after him. "Is it a bit beyond your reach Potter?" Pansy snickered.

Riled up, Harry grabbed his broom and mounted it. "Harry no!" Draco scolded, "He's been flying for years and this is your first time on a broom!" Not listening, Harry leant forwards, "What an idiot." Sighed Draco and put a hand on his head.

"Give it here Zabini! Or I'll knock you off your broom!" Warned Harry while shaking slightly on his broom.
"Is that so?" Zabini said in a taunting voice. Harry made a dash for him but Zabini circled him, "Have it your way, then!" And he threw the remembrall away for Harry to zoom straight after it. He sped up for the ball out of instinct leaning forwards. It was almost hitting the tower when he caught it and swiveled around, not seeing McGonagall’s shocked face through the window.

Everyone ran forwards but Draco was leading the charge. He engulfed him in a tight hug, "Don't you dare do something that stupid again Potter!" And sqeezed him tighter.
"Sorry Draco." He hugged the boy back only to be dragged away and into the cheering crowed by Ron.
"Harry Potter? Follow me." McGonagall’s stern voice bounced off the walls. The excitement was cut short and Harry solemnly followed McGonagall inside.