No Belonging | Draco Malfoy

The Broomstick

As Draco entered the Great Hall the next morning, once again he was shocked by the presence of Harry Potter, sitting at the Gryffindor table acting as nothing had happened the night before. Surely, they would have been caught? But knowing Draco's luck Harry famous Potter had avoided punishment due to his status. Angered, Draco marched over to the Slytherin table and slouched himself down on the bench. Blaise noticing Draco's mood, commented "Come on, it's not that bad Draco, even if they didn't get caught, at least you tricked them".

"It makes me look like a weak fool!" Draco scowled; he should not have listened to the others last night. He should have fought Harry, at least then he would have had the triumph of beating him. Now Harry would think he is even more of a coward, Draco had basically proven it. Blood boiling in Draco's cheeks, he sat like a statue for the rest of breakfast, staring at his reflection in his empty silver plate.

Once Crabbe and Goyle had finished eating, which seemed to take forever, Draco grabbed them both by the shoulders and they exited the hall. As they were turning the corner, they were met by no other than Potter and Weasley, who were gathered around a peculiar looking parcel. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, almost causing Crabbe and Goyle to fall face first into the stone cold floor.

"Let's have a little fun" Draco sneered, needing to release the tension bottling up inside.

Crabbe and Goyle looked puzzled as Draco leapt towards Harry and seized the parcel. At once, Draco knew what was wrapped underneath the brown paper.

"That's a broomstick!" Draco shrieked and dropped it back towards Harry.

Instead of relieving tension, Draco's mind was now full of it. How did Harry have a broomstick? Who had given him a broomstick? Why did he have a broomstick?

Frustrated Draco shouted, "You'll be for it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed broomsticks!" This had to be the last straw: the flying, the sneaking out at night and now possessing a broomstick. Harry had to be expelled.

"It's not any old broomstick, it's a nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you had at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Weasley snickered, the blood in Draco's cheeks were nearly on fire at this rate, "Comet's look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus"

Slightly embarrassed but very infuriated Draco snapped back "What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle, I suppose you and your brother's have to save up, twig by twig".

Ron looked defeated and Draco smirked. If in doubt, he could always count on his wealth to back him up. After all, it wasn't his fault Weasley was so poor.

"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" Draco heard a quiet voice behind him. He turned his head to see Professor Flitwick, his charms teacher standing behind them. Flitwick was a very small man, not much taller than Dobby. He was also the head of Ravenclaw's house, so Draco knew he had some authority.

"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor!" Draco snitched, rather proudly. He couldn't wait to get Potter in trouble.

But that proudness soon fell when the Professor wore no look of concern and responded "Yes, yes, that's right. Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?". Draco could not believe the professors response, who was now beaming at Harry. How was Harry allowed a broom? Draco was about to protest but Harry cut him up.

"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir, and it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it!" Harry sniggered. Draco couldn't understand what was happening. He was horrified. Harry and Ron left with the broomstick in tow, leaving Draco, Crabbe and Goyle with their puzzled looks.

"What just happened?" Draco questioned.

"Harry's got a broom" Crabbe mentioned.

"I know that stupid, I mean how does he have a broom!" Draco groaned, wondering why he even asked them in the first place.

Breakfast was near to ending in the hall, and Blaise and Pansy were laughing away, exiting with some other Slytherins. Draco stomped towards them and explained what had just happened. An older Slytherin, Marcus Flint, overheard their conversation and butted in answering all their questions "Potter is Gryffindor's new seeker, that's how he's allowed a broom. It's treachery if you ask me!"

Draco gawped; he was shocked. How was a first year allowed to be on the team? First years were never allowed on the team! Harry hadn't even got punished for flying, he had been rewarded. The other's shared Draco's shock, however none of them felt the anger he did. None of them felt the pain he did. As Draco realised, Potter wasn't getting expelled and he had already told his father he was. What was he going to do?

Ignoring the other's Draco paced from the group back to the common room, he slammed the bedroom door behind him and ran to his bed. But before he could reach it, he noticed.

There was a letter.

With the same forest green wax and a stamped M.

Draco could already, feel the anger from his father: He didn't even need to open the letter to know he was furious.

Knowing the others would be on their way back, Draco couldn't stare at the letter for hours this time so he grabbed it straight away and tore it open.

Draco

After receiving your letter, I headed down to the education department at the ministry. I was disappointed to find out Harry Potter has not been expelled from Hogwarts. However, I was even more disappointed to find out from tomorrow's freshly printed daily prophet in the printing room, that Harry Potter had made the Gryffindoor quidditch team! This was not the news I was expecting. You have failed me. We will talk more about this over winter break.

If Draco knew anything about his father, it was that they weren't going to 'talk' about it over winter break. There would be a lot more than just talking. Draco would be lucky to come back to Hogwarts alive, maybe he could still attend lessons as a ghost?

Although, Draco had classes to attend, he drew the curtains on his bed with his shaky, skinny arms and curled into a ball and stayed their motionless, his dark silver eyes filled with water and his mind filled with terror. He didn't want to go to class today.