Snakes And The Moon

Chapter 7

A few days later, Harry was woken up early by Oliver Wood who was trying to drag him out onto the quiddich pitch.

"Nobody else is there, we can practise early." He reprimanded Harry who was too tired to get out of bed.

Harry just sighed and did as he wanted, if it meant he'd shut up.

He quickly got dressed into his red quiddich robes and headed down into the common room. When he was near the exit, Colin Creevey came up to him and held a developed picture of him.

"Will you sign it, please?" He asked excitedly.

"No! Stop asking that." Harry snapped and walked out the portrait hole, following Wood and heading to the quidditch pitch.

They went into the locker room and Harry noticed everyone looked exhausted. Wood was the only one who seemed energised. He started lecturing them about winning the house cup this year considering last year sucked. Harry clenched his fists and refused to feel guilty. It wasn't his fault he missed the game because a maniac tried to kill him.

They headed out onto the pitch and Harry noticed Ron and Hermione sitting in the stands eating toast and watching him with a smile. He grinned back at them and took off into the air. He started chasing the twins when he spotted some flashing lights, yet again.

It was Colin and he was also in the stands and taking pictures of him.

"Stop it!" Harry yelled.

"Who is that?" Wood yelled. "Is he a spy?"

"No, he's just an annoying little Gryffindor." Harry scowled. Then it intensified when he looked to the ground and saw who was coming their way. "You have got to be kidding me!"

Wood looked confused until Harry pointed at where a bunch of people in green where walking onto the pitch. "No way! I booked the pitch for us today." Wood growled.

They all landed on the ground and glared at the Slytherins who thought it would be fun to interrupt their training.

"Flint! I booked the pitch specifically for us today so bugger off out of here." Wood yelled.

Flint, the Slytherin captain, just shrugged. "Too bad. We've got a specially signed note from Professor Snape saying we're allowed on the pitch to let our new seeker practice."

"Who's your new seeker?" Wood asked in shock.

Suddenly, the team parted and a familiar voice spoke up as he walked forward with a grin.

"I am." Malfoy said. 

"Malfoy?!" Harry asked in outrage.

"That's right." He smirked. His arm and bruises had healed due to the potions he'd been taking and Harry wanted nothing more than to just sink his teeth and claws right into his neck and-

'Breath...' He told himself, taking a deep breath.

"Glad to see you're feeling better." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Are you really?" Malfoy looked surprised.

"No." Harry smirked. 

Malfoy gulped but then cleared his expression, pointing to his broom. "Do you like it? We all have one."

"It's the new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. The latest model." Flint grinned. "A gift from Draco's father for making it onto the team."

Harry heard footsteps and turned to see Ron and Hermione running to stand next to him, looking worried.

"What's going on?" Ron asked.

"Oh, look. It's Weasley, aren't you jealous?" Malfoy grinned, holding out the broom. "You'd go bankrupt if you tried to buy one of these. That's why you'll never make it onto the quidditch team like I did."