The next morning at the Great Hall, Hermione, Draco, Harry, Ron and I are eating together at the feast. Parvati was talking with Lavander Brown while Neville was with Seamus. We were eating gratefully when three mails arrived.
"A bit of early for mail, doesn't it?" Ron said. The parcels took form of a broomstick. "What do you think is it?" Harry asked. "Oh I don't know maybe a puppy?" I replied. Note the sarcasm. Ron, Draco and Hermione laughed. I scanned the parcels and saw a letter. The letter says:
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.
I showed the letter to Harry and Draco and they nodded. Harry gleefully told Ron and he was ecstastic about it. "A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never even touched one."
We quickly left the Great Hall to find a private place on where to open the parcels but halfway across the entrance hall we've found our way upstairs barred by Crabbe and Goyle. Zabini seized the package from Harry and felt it.
"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."
"It's not any old broomstick," he said, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Zabini, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."
"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Zabini snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig." Before Ron could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Zabini's elbow. "Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaked. "They've been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Zabini quickly.
"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at us. "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, you know. And what model is it?"
"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Harry, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Zabini's face. "And it's really thanks to Zabini here that we've got it," I added.
We headed upstairs, smothering our laughter at Zabini's obvious rage and confusion.
"Well, it's true," Draco chortled as we reached the top of the marble staircase, "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall we wouldn't be on the team. . . ."
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As seven o' clock drew nearer, we left the castle and set off in the dusk toward the Quidditch field. Harry, Draco and I were eager to fly again to wait for Wood so we decided to try our new broomsticks.
"Wanna race?" I dared the both of them. "Sure!" they both replied in unison.
We all get ready for our small race when Wood came. "Hey, you three, come down!" He was carrying a large wooden crate under his arm. We landed next to him. "Very nice," said Wood, his eyes glinting. "I see what McGonagall meant . . . you really are all natural. I'm just going to teach you the rules this evening, then you'll be joining team practice three times a week."
He opened the crate and saw all of the Quidditch balls in it. The quaffle, the bludger and the Snitch.
Wood explained the rules to the three of us and even made us play a little. He used some ordinary golf balls for me and two ordinary red balls for Harry and Draco.
I didn't miss any of the golf balls that Wood throw to me and I saw Harry and Draco had done the same.
"Very well then. That's enough. We'll see you later okay?" Wood said as we said our farewells and lead back to the Gryffindor Common Room and back to our dormitories.
A/N: Finally i've updated this after ages. Sorry this was kinda short my head has been aching for about a week after getting dumped with a lot of homeworks, tests and projects. But anyways I enjoyed making this story so far! Special thanks to zeuss123 for sharing my story and for all of those who voted and commented in my story! I love you all and I want to marry you! x

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