From Home To Hogwarts - The Angelic Witch and Draco Malfoy (Book 1)

The Troll Of Friendship

Heroneka had never felt so angry for anyone before. How could Draco do that? He expected her to be friends with him and then treated her friends like that. She had decided that she wasn't going to talk to him from now onwards no matter what.

On one hand, she wanted to punch Draco square in the face, but on the other hand, she didn't know what to do. He had given her something that nobody else was able to. The tiny package sent by Mrs Malfoy was tucked under her robes inside her trunk and for some reason, Heroneka was never able to pull enough courage to open it.

Harry and Ron seemed very cheerful the next day. They had taken the previous night as an adventure and kept bugging Heroneka all morning, asking what she thought about the experience since Draco had asked her to sleep over it. They only left her alone after she promised she would shove up some sausage into several places if they didn't stop asking her about it.

In the meantime, Harry filled Ron in about the package that seemed to have been moved from Gringotts to Hogwarts, and they spent a lot of time wondering what could possibly need such heavy protection.

"It's either really valuable or really dangerous," said Ron.

"Or both," said Harry.

"You both know that the package was like... Size of a fist, right?" Heroneka pointed out. "There isn't much chance for us to even guess what is inside that package."

Neither Neville nor Hermione showed the slightest interest in what lay underneath the dog and the trapdoor. All Neville cared about was never going near the dog again.

Hermione was now refusing to speak to Heroneka, Harry and Ron, but she was such a bossy know-it-all that they saw this as a bonus. To Heroneka's annoyance, Ron and Harry were now thinking about something else. All they really wanted now was a way of getting back at Draco, and to their great delight, just such a thing arrived in the mail about a week later.

As the owls flooded into the Great Hall, as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. Heroneka was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of Harry, knocking his bacon to the floor. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel.

"Open it, Harry!" Heroneka squealed excitedly.

She peeked in to read as Harry ripped open the letter first, which was lucky because it 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 field at seven o'clock for your first training session.

Professor McGonagall

Harry had difficulty hiding his glee as he exchanged looks with Heroneka and handed the note to Ron to read.

"A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never even touched one."

They left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private before their first class, but halfway across the entrance hall, they found the way upstairs barred by Crabbe and Goyle. Draco seized the package from Harry and felt it. Heroneka knew if she said a word, it would only allow Draco to talk to her.

"That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Harry 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."

Ron couldn't resist it.

"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?" Ron grinned at Harry. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."