Thicker Than Blood | Drarry

Five.

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He wanted to turn around and run far, far away from here.

As he walked onto the pitch, his heart was pounding in his ears. His palms were so sweaty that he could hardly hold onto his broomstick. He didn't know how he was going to be able to fly it.

He walked over to the signup table. It was mad chaos, people were screaming frantically, pushing and shoving in a large crowd around the table. Angelina Johnson was waving her arms, a clipboard in one hand, trying to get the seemingly deaf first and second years in order.

"No, no a line! Please form a line behind the table to sign up!" She eventually grew tired and resorted to screaming. "Get in a line now! I refuse to give this clipboard to anyone who is not in a straight line, so if you're not in a line, you will not be allowed to try out!"

Even Draco was scared of her.

The line moved quicker than he had hoped. He hoped to stand in this line for hours, and somehow miss his chance at trying out. But soon he was at the front of the line, quill in hand, Angelina glaring at him.

Name:

Draco Malfoy. That was easy.

House:

Gryffindor. Really, was that a question?

Year:

Fifth.

Position (first and second choice):

He hesitated. He really wanted to be a seeker. He loved controlling the game, he wanted the thrill of chasing the snitch, the pressure for him to catch it, the roaring crowds admiring him when he won the game for his house. But he didn't think that was really an option, as that position had already been filled. But he's not even here. If it were anybody else, they would lose their spot. But no, this was Harry Potter, so of course he got special treatment.

Except Draco couldn't really argue. Potter was an amazing seeker, and with Draco out of practice, Potter was definitely the better of the two.

Well, he wasn't going to be a keeper. He would rather die than sit in the same spot all game. He didn't really want to be a beater, but he didn't really want to be a chaser, either. At least with being a chaser, he would be able to score some points.

He sighed, scribbled "chaser" as his first choice and "beater" as his second, and grabbed a red shirt from Angelina and walked away. He stood awkwardly by the wall, looking around. A few younger students were flying through the air, warming up, but obviously just trying to show off. The older students, like Draco, were meandering around on the ground or standing off to the side. They also looked like they didn't really want to be there, as they probably had tried out before and didn't make it, or their friend had pressured them to tryout. He saw Weasley standing by himself nervously.

"Alright, everyone!" Angelina yelled, stepping into the center of the pitch. "Welcome to the 1995 Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts! We are really excited to see all of you here, and we are even more excited to see what you all have to offer! We'll start off with some drills for the positions you're trying out for, and later we'll have some scrimmages going! We'll start with everyone's first choice, so beaters, go along and follow Fred and George, keepers will be with Katie, seekers will be with Alicia, and chasers will be with me! Good luck, and have fun!"