Draco Malfoy Imagines

Technical Difficulties - #37

You walked out into the court yard where many first years were gathered. You were all about to have your very first flying lesson. To say you were excited would be an understatement. You couldn't wait to get on your broom.
Your best friend Draco had been talking non stop about the day since you both found out you were able to do this extra class.

Strolling with Draco towards the two lines of brooms sitting parallel to each other, you saw Madam Hooch stood in the centre.
"Line up now. Each one of you next to a broom." She ordered as a few Gryffindors approached at the last minute.
She scanned the two lines of brooms seeing you had separated yourselves into houses subconsciously. Gryffindor on one side and Slytherin in the other.
You stood on the end by Draco, with Ron Weasley opposite you.
As Madam Hooch paced up and down the row, she began speaking once more. "Right. We are first going to learn how to pick the broom stick up." Before she was finished, Neville Longbottom reached down and took the stick in his hand. "No no Mr Longbottom. I want you all to stand up straight and hold your hand over the broom." The entire class copied her action and awaited her next instruction. "Now all you have to do is say the word Up!" She informed, allowing the class to begin.

No matter how hard you tried, the broom was stubborn. Or maybe you were stubborn. You couldn't tell. All you knew was that the broom wasn't moving any time soon. You looked down the two lines of your peers and saw that everyone's broom was moving slightly at least. Harry already had his in his hand. Stupid Potter.
Your broom on the other hand was doing nothing. Draco quickly leaned over to you. "Just say it with a bit more passion." He advised before resuming his attempts.
"Up. Up! UP!" You shouted, getting quite infuriated by the currently inanimate object.

You quickly gazed around at the group. No one was watching. Everyone was focused on their own brooms and Harry was watching Rons attempts.
You quickly bent down and took the soft wood in your hand and stood up abruptly, hoping no one would notice.
A soft giggle came from beside you as you looked at your grinning grey eyed friend. "Can I help you?" You asked, frowning.
He just chuckled and looked at the broom in your hand. Before he could say anything Madam Hooch was in front of you, praising you for being able to pick up the stick so fast.
Malfoy was almost in the floor laughing. You shot him a glair. You didn't want everyone knowing you didn't actually use magic to pick up the broom. It was easier to just pick it up anyway.
Hermione and Harry gave you suspicious looking stairs from the other line, as you just glared at them as if you had done nothing wrong. Ron meanwhile, was still shouting at his broom when it suddenly sprung up, almost hitting him in the face. But he caught it just in time.

As Madam Hooch finally left you alone, you turners to Draco who was calming himself down. "Well done (Y/L/N)." He jibed.
You rolled your eyes and switched your broom into the opposite hand to turn and face him. "Shut up Malfoy. I had to pick the bloody thing up. It wouldn't move." You told him, waving the broom around, indicating to the flawed device.
Draco just giggled. "I don't blame you. Maybe Longbottom should have done the same. Look at that stupid oaf. I bet the broom can't even hold the fat lump." He remarked.
Before you could tell him not to be so rude, Neville was in the air, loosing control of his broom and whizzing around everywhere.
"You know what. I was wrong. It can hold him, but it doesn't look like it wants to." He jokes.
You unwillingly chuckled, knowing you shouldn't but you couldn't keep it in.
Draco's personality was rubbing off on you. But you didn't really mind. You found it funny. But you knew many people would not like you if you became to close with Draco. But I guess that was a risk you were about to take.