Loving Him Was Red.......And Green- Harry Potter x Reader x Draco Malfoy- Year 1

Flying

Draco-

          I chuckled at every fail that came from Potter or the Gryffindors. Except Y/N. Y/N L/N, Gryffindor's princess. I was over heels for her. She's more good than Parkinson, who's mooning over me. Uhh. "DRACY!" Parkinson sat next to me. We're in Potions. As Snape being the head of Slytherin, he pleases us. Genius. The dungeon's door opens. Y/N L/N and her brainy friend come in. Behind them, Harry Potato, I mean Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I gag at the sound of his name.

"Harry Potter and Y/N L/N. Our new -- celebrities."

Crabbe, Goyle, and I chuckle behind their backs. Y/N glared at us, I just gave her a wink.Snape started to say Potions stuff and all that. I was thinking of doing a trick on Potter. Duel.

3rd Person-

After going to Hagrid's hut.

Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he 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.

Harry hated Malfoy for a number of reasons. 1: He fancied Y/N, the girl Harry fancied. The thought of Malfoy and Y/N dating made a headache. The time at Hagrid's hut was good.

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

He 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."

Malfay certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters. 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. Ron had already had a big argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their dormitory, about soccer. Ron couldn't see what was exciting about a game with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly. Harry had caught Ron prodding Dean's poster of West Ham soccer team, trying to make the players move.

Neville had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, Harry felt she'd had good reason, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.

Y/N L/N, wasn't that nervous. As she as a pureblood, she had her experience. Her parents were amazing Quidditch players. But still, she had a 10% of her body shaking.

Hermione Granger was almost as nervous about flying as Neville was. This was something you couldn't learn by heart out of a book -- not that she hadn't tried. At breakfast on Thursday she bored them all stupid with flying tips she'd gotten out of a library book called Quidditch Through The Ages. Neville was hanging on to her every word, desperate for anything that might help him hang on to his broomstick later, but everybody else was very pleased when Hermione's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.