potter twins

broomstick's leasen

Sorry for the wait. I hope you all like the new chapter.  I only own Rose and any other I creat.
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Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated hated more then 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 with Malfoy much. Or at least, they didn't until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Grffindor common room that made them all groan. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday . . . and Gryffindor and would be learning together.

"Typical," Harry said 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 then anything else.

You dont know that you'll make a fool of yourself," Said Ron reansonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."

Malkoy certainty did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the House Quidditch teams and told long, boastful story's 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 broomstic. Even Ron would tell everyone 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 player 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. Hermione Granger was almost as nervous about flying as Neville and Rose was.

Rose had watched Quidditch games and didn't want to go near a broom.
This 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 and Rose was hanging on to her every word, desperate for anything that might help them hang on to their broomstick latter, but everybody else was very pleased when Hermione's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.

Harry hadn't had a single letter since Hagrid's note, something that Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoy's eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened glowing at the Slytherin table. A brown owl brought Neville a small package from his Grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

"It's a Rememberball!" He explained. "Gran knows I forget things . . . this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red . . . oh . . ." His face fell, because the Rememberball had suddenly glowed scarlet, . . . " you've forgotten something . . ." Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, Snatched the Rememberball out of his hand.

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker then any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"What is going on?"
"Malfoy's got my Rememberball, Professor."
Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Rememberball back on the table.
"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.