Falling for a Mudblood

To late to Apologize?

The rest of the week had went by fast for Draco and finally Saturday was upon him. He was so ready for this day, ever since his father had introduced him to Quidditch and bought him his first small play broom.

Tryouts for Slytherins team were early, so he headed to the great hall and had a good start to his morning by eating and having a cup of tea. He grabbed one more piece of toast, trying to settle his nerves and finished his tea. After gathering his broom he headed down to the field for the try outs.

There were only a few second years and a few upper class men, Draco thought they were probably re-trying out, from not making it in the seasons before. He was nervous but he was confident. He had been flying a broom for years, his father himself had been a top player on the Slytherin team back in he's years at Hogwarts. 

To his relief he was the only one trying out for Seeker. Marcus Flint, the team captain and thrown a few golf balls in different directions, at different paces in order to test how Draco could keep control on his broom while flying fast enough to catch them. When he finished Marcus as well as the others welcomed him to the team. Draco was ecstatic. He went straight to the showers, and after he was done he went starlight to the owlry to send an owl home with the great news of his spot on the team. The owlry was covered in feathers with different owls perched around some flying back in and finding a spot to rest having just made a delivery themselves. He picked a large barn owl and tide his note quickly to its outstretched leg. With a triumphant smile he walked out and strode back to the Slytherin common room.

At lunch in the great hall, a few owls fluttered in. Normally mail time was round breakfast time, but it was not completely unusual for a few owls to come in bearing letters or gifts from time to time throughout the day. Draco was completely surprised when his family owl landed in front of him, he was not expecting a reply to his news, but assumed his father would just be sending him a congratulatory letter.

Draco was on cloud 9 with joy, but that was soon replaced by hurt. His father instead of congratulating him, voiced his announce with him choosing seeker, going on for a whole page how he will be compared with Potter the Gryffindor "golden boy" as he called him. Then he continued that he wanted to be sure then since he wasn't going to be the best seeker at the school, to not let quidditch take up to much of his studying time, that top of the class was number one priority. And finished with that he was sending Nimbus 2001s brand new for the entire team. 

The disappointment sent a wave of fury through him. He was so sure that his father would at least give him praise for being on the team at all, not rag about how it was not important. And to say that Potter was better then him, that was the lowest blow that had his disappointment  turn to complete despair. His good mood had been destroyed, he felt the first person that looked at him wrong he was going to hex them to Askaban and back.

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The next day when the broom sticks arrived the slytherin team dressed in their uniforms and were going to go to the field. Marcus said he had to make a quick stop by Professor Snapes office first, and then they would head down. When they got to the field the Gryffindor team was already on the pitch, but Marcus said not to worry.

"What are you doing here Flint?" Wood said flying down and hoping off his broom. The rest of the Gryffindor team following in suit.

"Got a practice now." Flint replied sneering at Oliver Wood.

"Not possible, I reserved the pitch for Gryffindor." Wood said as both teams crowded together facing each other.

"Easy Wood, I've got a note." Flint said handing it over to Oliver.