The following Saturday was Draco's first Quidditch match.
"Have an English muffin, Draco," Blaise suggested.
"I'd rather not have anything in my stomach to throw up," Draco coldly replied.
"Alright, mate, just trying to help."
Draco stared at his English muffin for a while before reaching for a green apple.
"I thought you weren't hungry?" Blaise asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Would you rather I starve to death?"
Suddenly, an owl flew in carrying a wrapped package.
"What do you reckon that is?" Theo asked.
"I don't know," Draco said sarcastically. "I mean, it's not as if it's the exact shape of a broom."
"You're right, Draco. What could it be, then?"
For a moment, Draco thought Theo was joking, but he looked dead serious.
"Looks like it's Potter's," Adrian observed.
"Look at Weasel all eager to open it," Draco said. "Bet he's never seen one in his life."
Draco watched the three liars tear apart the wrapping to reveal the Nimbus 2000.
"Correction," Draco said, "Weasel's never seen a broom worth more than his entire house."
His friends laughed and Blaise asked, "Don't you have that broom, too?"
"Mine wasn't paid for by the school," Draco simply replied. "You'd think Potter's parents would leave him some money. I bet they're happier now that they're dead. Potter looks happy, too."
Blaise was puzzled by his friend's comment, but shrugged it off once he'd recalled what had happened.
"Still a bit furious at the troll ordeal?" he asked Draco.
"Not just a bit. Those filthy liars think they've gotten away with it. Revenge comes today. Pitiful Potter won't be looking so good on a broom next to me."
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"Scared, Malfoy?" Marcus Flint said, mockingly, as the Slytherin Quidditch team waited to fly onto the pitch.
"Of what, winning?" Draco shot back.
"If you don't fail to disappoint me today, Malfoy, I'll have Higgs back on the team."
"You should be more concerned about your own skills...or lack of them, I should say."
Before Flint could reply, the door opened, and the team flew out onto the pitch, circling around, showing off on their brooms.
"Hello!" came the amplified voice of Lee Jordan from Gryffindor. "Welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor!"
The spectators went wild.
"The players take their positions, as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game!"
"Now, I want a nice clean game..." Madam Hooch told the players. The looking directly at Flint, she added, "...from all of you."
Lee Jordan commentated on the following events, "The Bludgers are up, followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the Snitch is worth a hundred and fifty points. The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game."
"Yeah, Draco!" shouted some of the Slytherins and others joined in on a chant, "Malfoy! Malfoy! Malfoy!"
Gryffindor, thinking they were better, countered the Slytherins with a "Potter! Potter! Potter!"
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Draco Malfoy and the Sorcerer's Stone (BOOK 1 of 7)
Fanfiction*FULL SERIES COMPLETE* Welcome to the life of Draco Malfoy. Join him in his struggle to prove himself in his first year. Draco never met Harry in the robe shop that year-in fact, he barely made it into Hogwarts. And he most definitely did not run fr...
