Rulers Of Slytherin 》Draco Malfoy x Reader 》Year 1

Chapter 9 - The Broomstick

You awoke with a smile that morning. 'Nothing seems to be able to go wrong for me at Hogwarts!' This is what you think to yourself as you get ready for the day. You walk with Pansy and Daphne to the great hall for breakfast. You catch a glimpse of your brother and wave at him, smiling widely. He just stares at you, still a bit mad from last night. Draco calls you over and you walk over to sit next to him. Looking around the hall as you talk with him, you see Potter and Weasley sat eating breakfast.
"What?!" You pat Draco on the arm and point towards them.
"How have they not been expelled yet?" Draco's expression darkens as he sees them.
"I have no clue but they really need to start staying out of my way or they will be." As owls flooded into the great hall, you kept glaring at Potter. Amazed at how they weren't caught last night, with Mr. Filch knowing someone was out of bed and Peeves probably roaming the halls as he normally does.

You look up to see six screech owls carrying one long package. The owls flew over the Gryffindor table and you couldn't believe it when you saw who it was given to. Harry potter.

"Come on. Let's wait for them outside." Draco gets up and you quickly follow after him, Crabbe and Goyle follow too. Once the four of you were outside of the Great Hall, Crabbe and Goyle walked up the stairs to block Potter from leaving the entrance hall. You stood to the right with Draco, who stood a few feet away from you. As soon as Potter walked through the large doors, Draco took the package from him.
"That's a broomstick!" He threw it back to him, you could tell he was a bit jealous. But why wouldn't he be? Draco was so much better than Potter at flying and it wasn't fair that Potter was being rewarded for breaking rules.
"First years aren't allowed to have broomsticks! There's no way you're getting out of being punished this time, Potter." You crossed your arms as you said this, your voice full of spite.
"It's not any old broomstick, it's a Nimbus Two Thousand." Ron seemed to think he was really clever whilst he talked to you and Draco.
"What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two sixty? And what did you say you have, Avery, a Comet One Eighty? That's even worse than Malfoy!"
"What do you even know about brooms, Weasley? You've probably never even held a real one! Just those crappy ones the school let's you borrow!" You cross your arms as you start to become just as angry as Draco is.
"Yeah, I suppose him and his many brother's would have to save up twig by twig." Draco smirked as he stepped forward, looking between Potter and Weasley.
"It shouldn't take them long if they each brought one home every day." Before you could continue, Professor Flitwick appeared.
"Not arguing, I hope."
"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor!" Draco said this quickly so neither Potter nor Weasley could get any words in.
"Yes, yes, that's right, Professor Mcgonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter." Your jaw dropped slightly as Professor Flitwick said this. You were quite surprised. "And what model is it?"
"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir." Potter took one look at your's and Draco's faces and you could see that he was trying not to laugh.
"And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it." Weasley and Potter ran up the stairs, past Crabbe and Goyle to open the broom. You stood there for a few more seconds in rage and confusion. You could tell Draco felt the same as he didn't say anything before walking, quite quickly, to the dungeons.

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Draco had been walking at such a fast pace that you and him were the first ones to arrive at Potions. Professor Snape is the only other person in the room besides you and Draco.
"Eager to learn, I see. I'd be surprised if you weren't Mr. Malfoy, you do have great skill for this subject. Followed swiftly
by Miss. Avery here." You both smile, Draco's looks a bit more forced, as you get out your books and sit in your seats.
"What are we doing this lesson, Professor?"
"Well, Miss. Avery, I was hoping to have you brew the Forgetfulness Potion. Though I may have Mr. Longbottom stand this one out." You chuckle, remembering what happened last week.