Draco's Gryffindor Princess ( Draco Malfoy love story)

Chapter 7: Chaser?

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" We have Flying today!!! Get you fat arses up!!" Devon yells jumping on Harry's bed then jumping off and onto Ron's.

" Dev, we are up. " Ron mumbles before he falls back to sleep.

Devon smirk getting off his bed, muttering a spell under her breath she quickly runs off as Ron screams in horror, Charging after her.

" BOILS!? You gave me boils!!" He screams pointing at his face

" Nice looking Ronny kins. " his brothers say passing by.

" Fix it. Now. " Ron says pointing to his face. Rolling her eyes Devon says the counter spell as Hermione walks in.

" Ready for flying? Because I'm not. " she sulks.

" HELL YEAH!" Devon yells but from the glare from Hermione she quickly mutters a sorry.

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~At Flying lessons ~

The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Harry had heard Fred and George Weasley complaining about the school brooms , saying that some of them start to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.

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 standby a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."

"Stick out your right hand over your broom, " called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up'"

"UP!" Everyone shouted.

Devon and Harry's brooms jumped into their hand at once,but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their broom without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. Harry and Ron were delighted when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.

" now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. " Keep your broom steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle -three -two -"

But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

"Come back, boy!" She shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a court shot out of a bottle- twelve feet - twenty feet.

Harry saw his scared Whiteface look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and -

WHAM- A third and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily towards the forbidden Forest and out of sight.

Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.

"Broken wrist" Devon heard her mutter. "Come one, boy- it's all right, up you get. "She turned to the rest of the class.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say Quidditch. Come on, dear"

No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?"