Draco Malfoy and the Sorcerer's Stone

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"How are you not tired?" Ron questioned as we went to the Great hall. "I couldn't sleep after seeing that thing." "I don't know, every time I can't sleep I fee this warm sensation in my heart then fall asleep." I told and Thorn was walking into the Great Hall. He ran to the entrance, he seemed out of breath and wiped sweat off his face. He composed himself then spotted us. "What are you all still doing here?" Thorn questioned. "We know a trick when we see one," I said then walked into the hall with the others. I sat next to Harry and severed myself a plate.

In the meantime, I filled Harry and Ron in about the package that seemed to have been moved from Gringotts to Hogwarts, and we spent a lot of time wondering what could possibly need such heavy protection. "It's either really valuable or really dangerous," said Ron. "Or both," said Harry. But as all we knew for sure about the mysterious object was that it was about two inches long, we didn't have much chance of guessing what it was without further clues. Neither Blaise nor Hermione showed the slightest interest in what lay underneath the dog and the trapdoor. Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry, Ron, and I.

All we really wanted now was a way of getting back at Thorn, and to our great delight, just such a thing arrived in the mail about a week later. As the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. I was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel, and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of me, knocking my bacon to the floor. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel. I ripped open the letter first, which was lucky, because it said:

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session.

Professor McGonagall 

"It's a Nimbus Two Thousand!" Harry gasped quietly. "I never even touched one before." Ron added. "Let's go!" I beamed and we all ran to the Gryffindor house. Thorn was in the hall again, though it seemed like he just regained his breath when we walked out. He was by himself again... odd. "What have you got there, Malfoy?" He questioned then seized the package. "It's a broom stick." He told handing it back to me. "Not just any broomstick, it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What do you have, Thorn?" Harry smirked finally one-uping him.

"What did you say you've got at home, Thorn, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at me. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus." "What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Thorn snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig." "What's going on here?" McGonagall questioned. "Oh, Malfoy, see you've got your broom. Now go out it away before anyone else sees it." Thorn's face looked in horror.

"And it's really thanks to Thorn here that I've got it," I added with a smirk before wee went to the common room. "Well, it's true," Harry laughed as we reached the top of the marble staircase, "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall you wouldn't be on the team...." "So I suppose you think that's a reward for breaking rules?" came an angry voice from just behind us. Hermione was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the package in my hand. "I thought you weren't speaking to us?" said Harry. "Yes, don't stop now," said Ron, "it's doing us so much good." Hermione marched away with her nose in the air.

I had a lot of trouble keeping my mind on my lessons that day. It kept wandering up to the dormitory where my new broomstick was lying under my bed, or straying off to the Quidditch field where he'd be learning to play that night. I bolted my dinner that evening without noticing what I was eating, and then rushed upstairs with Harry and Ron to unwrap the Nimbus Two Thousand at last. "Wow," Ron sighed, as the broomstick rolled onto my bedspread. Even I, who knew nothing about the different brooms, thought it looked wonderful.