The Slytherin Queen (Year One)

Chapter 6- Quidditch team? I think not

About a week passed, marking our one month time at Hogwarts. Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and I were eating breakfast together (the rest of the squad was still sleeping) when we noticed Weasley and Potter acting strange. We followed them out of the hall and took a shortcut, blocking their way up the stairs.

Draco seized the package Potter was holding and felt it.

"That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Potter with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face. "You'll be in for it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed them. "

Weasley spoke up, unable to contain himself. "It's not any old broomstick," he said, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Weasel leered at us. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus. "

"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 twig by twig. "

Before Weasley could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Draco's elbow.

"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaked.

"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Draco quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry. "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?"

"A Nimbus Two Thousand, it is," said Potter smugly. "And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it," he added.

With that said, Potter and Weasley hurried up the stairs. "Well, it's true," I heard Potter say faintly, "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall I wouldn't be on the team. . . "

I gritted my teeth and refrained from swearing as it would be most unladylike. "Well this settles it," I snarl. "I'm writing to father. He'll send my broomstick up. You should write to Lucius as well, have him send up yours."

Draco nodded. "Of course he'll be on board. If Potter can have his, we can have ours."

"Wait, what if we ask them to buy us new broomsticks?" I suggest. "It'll wipe the smirk off Weasley's face if our brooms are as good as Potter's."

Draco nodded in agreement. "Of course. Let's go back to the common room so we can write our letters."

I agreed and followed him back down into the dungeons. "Superior," we told the portrait of Salazar Slytherin. The canvas swung out and we stepped into the common room where Daphne, Theo, Blaise, and Pansy were waiting for us, clearly pissed that we went off without them.

I hurried up to my dorm to grab some parchment and a quill, then I made my way back down and joined my friends, sitting in the armchair opposite Blaise. "Potter's got a broomstick," Draco said angrily, stealing my second roll of parchment to write his own letter. "McGonagall bought him a Nimbus 2000."

"What?" Exclaimed Theo and Blaise.

"It's so unfair," Pansy agreed.

"Oh, and he's on the house team!" I added.

More angry remarks followed my statement. "Don't worry though, Atria and I are both writing to our fathers. We're asking for them to send us Nimbus 2000's."

Getting the broomsticks up to the school was a big problem when both the Headmaster, and the Deputy Headmistress are rooting for Gryffindor. As soon as the broom shaped parcels arrived the next morning, McGonagall immediately confiscated them under the reason, 'First year students are not permitted to have broomsticks'.

Of course, once I informed my father of this, he quite literally stormed up to the school in outrage, accompanied by the one and only Lucius Malfoy. My father nabbed me and Draco from the Great Hall and had us follow him up to Dumbledore's office. The Gargoyle let them pass, after of course Lucius threatened to blast it to smithereens.