RAVENCLAW!

30. Search and You Will Find

Draco watched Harry and his friends wander across the grounds towards Hagrid's hut. He was waiting for the captain to be done as she had asked him to stay behind earlier. He tried to stay calm, but he was really nervous. What did she want? Would she revoke his seeker position? Was it because of his family? Ugh, that bossy halfblood should be grateful to have him on the team! And he'd earned his victory fair and square! She couldn't do that! His father would make sure she'd regret it!

"Come on, Malfoy! Give me a hand over here."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not a fucking house elf!"

Graves stopped in her tracks to look at him, one eyebrow raised. "What was that again?"

He would've very much liked to repeat it for her, but he was not stupid. He knew she was in power and could throw him off the team whenever she saw fit.
"Nothing."

"That's what I thought. You got your wand on you?"

Draco pulled his wand from the strap around his shin.

"Levitate those brooms, will you?"

With that, she directed an advanced levitation spell at the huge chest and started walking off the pitch. Scowling, Draco cast Wingardium Leviosa on the bundle of brooms and followed her. When everything was safely stored in a broom cupboard, Draco grew impatient.
"So, did you just want to punish me for nothing or is there something you wanted to discuss with me."

"Don't give me that tone, Malfoy. I'll always call someone to help me after trainings. You were just lucky enough to be the first one."

"So, we're done now?"

"No, there's something else. I saw your broom earlier. A Nimbus 2001, right?"

"Yeah, so what? It's not against any rules to own the fastest broom on the market."

"True, but bribery for example is against our rules."

"Merlin, what even are you talking about? I didn't bribe anyone to do anything!"

Graves let out a sigh. "Just... see for yourself."

She led him to another broom cupboard and opened it. Then she stepped aside and suddenly all the pieces fell into place. His voice was croaky and tiny as he swore, "Fucking Salazar."

Draco gulped and took a deep breath before he turned back towards his captain.

"I have nothing to do with that."

She mustered him
"Hmm, but you know something."

Draco's mind was all over the place. Of course, he knew something! But that wasn't the point, was it? She was still accusing him of something he could never agree to. Well, not anymore.

"Well, what do you expect me to do? Tell my father to return them? Can't you just accept a present?"

"Don't be ridiculous, we both know your father didn't do this because he is so generous."

"Well, what do you expect me to do," Draco repeated his earlier question.

"I don't know, That's all up to you. I will not accept these as a donation to the team, so, as far as I am concerned there are six high quality brooms in this closet that belong to the Malfoy family. Also, you are very lucky I let you participate in the try outs after this. I want nothing of the kind to happen ever again or you're off the team, got it?"

"You can't give me a warning for something that isn't even my fault!"

Graves pinched the bridge of her nose and said nothing for a while.
"Okay, fine. You're not on probation. But get these out of my sight and talk to your father, alright?"