Screct [ Darry ]

First flying lesson

Dorea had never believed she would meet a boy she hated more than
Dudley, but that was before she met Draco Malfoy. Still, first-year
Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins, so they didn’t have to put
up with Malfoy much. Or at least, they didn’t until they spotted a notice
pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday — and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together.

“Typical,” said Dorea darkly. “Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy.”

She had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.

“You don’t know that you’ll make a fool of yourself,” said Ron reasonably.
“Anyway, I know Malfoy’s always going on about how good he is at
Quidditch, but I bet that’s all talk.”

O yes...how could Dorea can forget how good Malfoy at Quidditch. After all last week whole potion class Malfoy talk with a Slytherin girl how good he is at Quidditch and make sure Dorea listen him.

And yes... He wasn’t the only one, though: the way Seamus Finnigan told it, he’d spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick. Even Ron would tell anyone who’d listen about the time he’d almost hit a hang glider on Charlie’s old broom. Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly.

At breakfast on Thursday Hermione Granger bored them all stupid with flying tips she’d gotten out of a library book called Quidditch Through the Ages. Everybody was very pleased when Hermione’s lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.

Dorea  hadn’t had a single letter since Hagrid’s note, something that Malfoy
had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoy’s eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at the Slytherin table.

A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

“It’s a Remembrall!” he explained. “Gran knows I forget things — this tells you if there’s something you’ve forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red — oh . . .” His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, “. . .you’ve forgotten something ...”

Neville was trying to remember what he’d forgotten when Draco Malfoy,
who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his
hand.

Dorea and  Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to
fight Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

“What’s going on?”

“Malfoy’s got my Remembrall, Professor.”

Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table. “Just looking,” he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.

At three-thirty that afternoon, dorea, Ron, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson.The Slytherins were already there. Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.

“Well, what are you all waiting for?” she barked. “Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up.”

Dorea  glanced down at her broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck
out at odd angles.

“Stick out your right hand over your broom,” called Madam Hooch at the
front, “and say ‘Up!’”

“UP!” everyone shouted.