Torn Apart

Chapter 6: Year 1

Draco didn't seem to believe his eyes the next morning as Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I all walked into the Great Hall. I could hear Ron and Harry sniggering in the background but I simply scowled and ignored Draco. At the table, Harry informed us of a package that had been taken from Gringotts. Harry and Ron kept talking about the possibilities of what it was.

"I could be either valuable or super dangerous," Ron said.

"Or both," Harry added.

"Or maybe it is nothing! You guys are acting like it is some sort of mission to find out what it is!" I snapped at them. ¨Stop worrying. It's probably nothing.¨

Hermione and Neville didn't show any interest in what it was, and personally, neither did I. But Hermione had been ignoring us since the moment we got into the common room. The talk between me and her in the dormitory wasn't exactly nice either. When I entered the dorm last night, after an hour in front of the fire, she was reading and gave me a nasty look before laying down and going to bed. Harry and Ron were delighted that she wasn't talking to them, to my dismay. They had also been plotting what revenge they would give to Draco.

They got that chance a week later when the post finally arrived. As the owls flooded through the Hall, everyone noticed twelve owls holding 2 long packages. I was thoroughly surprised when they landed in front of me and Harry. Apollo landed on my shoulder and started nibbling at the discarded toast that was on my plate and opened my letter immediately. The letter said:

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE. It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch pitch at seven o'clock for your first training session.

Professor M. McGonagall

I beamed slightly and realized that Harry had just finished reading his. We looked at each other and headed out of the Great Hall, Ron on our tail. We were heading to the Gryffindor common room when we were stopped by Draco and his two fat goons, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Ah, you two got brooms," he said, a mix of jealousy and spite on his face. I smirked at him. "Those two wacky brooms will be confiscated before you can think," he laughed.

"It is not any old broom," Ron said, "it is a . What did you say you have at home Draco? A ?," he laughed, as Draco's face morphed into an angry scowl.

I was unsurprised that he knew that. Draco always bragged about his broom. It was funny since we had the same broom, and now mine was better.

"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Draco snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up, stick by stick."

Before Ron could answer Professor Flitwick came waltzing in.

"You four better not be arguing?!" he squealed, smiling.

"Potter and my sister have been sent a broomstick, sir," Draco said quickly.

"Yes, yes, that is right," he said, "Professor McGonagall told me about the special circumstances. What model is it?" he finished.

"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," I piped in. I couldn't help but suppress a giggle from the horror on Draco's face. "It's all Draco's fault, really,¨ I finished, as Harry, Ron, and I rushed up the stairs.

"Well, it is true," Harry chortled, "if Draco had not stolen that Remeberball-"

"So I suppose you think that that is a reward for breaking the rules?!" Hermione snapped.