Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone (Slytherin!Harry)

Chapter 7, Vroom Broom!

Those helicopters are ghastly...

Harry and Draco had just woken up and gotten dressed on a boring Wednesday morning. Nothing too interesting happened to them on this day of the week, not usually at least.

Harry, still fresh from a shower, walked downstairs into the common room as he waited for Draco to hurry up and make his way downstairs as well, but he knew better than anyone that the blonde was taking his sweet time to gel his hair. It was still a little early so it was a bit surprising when he saw the Slytherins in a bunch around a poster.

It was a notice, Flying lessons would start tommorow.

Harry chuckled softly, he knew Draco was going to half love this and half hate it. Why did he know this? Because Draco LOVED to talk about quidditch, and about how great he was at flying. Some thought he was lying but he really was telling the truth, Draco assured Harry of that, and he believed him.

Draco talked about quidditch so much it didn't take Harry long at all to learn how the game worked and what it was on his own. That was good, Harry didn't like asking Draco a lot of questions. Not about basic things at least.

Harry walked into the boys dorm for the first years and slipped into the restroom connected to it. The restroom was like a school toilet, stalls and urinals, but then again it was. As for the showers they were out in the open like gym showers, meaning boys showered together. Harry frowned when he walked in on Draco gelling his hair back.

"Honestly Draco, you spend way too much time on your hair..." Harry commented.

"Oh hush Harry, you know I look weird without it."

The two boys called eachother by their first names when alone, in public it was last name only. It was really just an unspoken agreement. Just formality.

"I don't think you look weird," said Harry.

"I do..." sighed Draco.

Harry rolled his eyes as he took the comb and brushed it back for him. Dracos hands had been sticky with gel, he frowned, "Hey! Since when do you know how to tame hair? Yours looks like you've just got off your broom."

Harry sighed, "Just trust me."

Soon enough Malfoy looked like his usual handsome self.

"Wow, thanks."

"Don't mention it, just wash your hands."

Harry set the comb down as Draco washed the sticky hair product off his hands.

"Flying lessons start on Thursday."

Draco looked as though he won the lottery.

"But-"

"But...." He repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"We're learning with the Gryffindors." Harry said quickly.

Draco's frowned, "Of course," he mumbled looking glum.

Soon enough, however he brightened his mood up a bit,
"No matter! We still get to learn how to fly, and who knows? Perhaps we'll be on the Slytherin quidditch team by second year!"

Harry looked a bit uncertain, "Think I'd be any good at it?"

Draco nodded, "I have a feeling about you."

On Thursday morning at breakfast Draco, Harry, Crabbe, and Goyle were passing by the Gryffindor table when all of a sudden Malfoy snatched what looked like a glass ball that was larger than a marble but quite a bit smaller than a ping pong ball. It had been glowing a nice scarlet color until Malfoy touched it.