Destinia: First Year at Hogwarts

Chapter 8: Unwanted Smelly

Draco woke up early on Wednesday, the next week. The day before, the book had continued and Draco was thrilled. For some reason, he was incredibly proud of Potter getting on the House Team and really wanted to talk with him, although he knew he had to stay in character.

     He got down quickly, telling Pansy not to disturb him too much that day. Draco was sure by her smile she knew it was because of the book. In the Great Hall, he left just as the six owls brought the broom. He had to wait for him in the Entrance Hall with Crabbe and Goyle.

     The two boys followed him without a question and did exactly as he said, as not five minutes later, they had halted Potter and Weasley in the Hall. Draco took the package of a disgruntled Potter, feeling it and acting oblivious.

     He fabricated his best jealous and spiteful look as he said, "That's a broomstick." He threw back the parcel and continued, "You'll be for it this time, Potter, first-years aren't allowed them." It surprised him how well he could act.

     "It's not any old broomstick," Weasley said. Draco rolled his eyes, aware it wasn't in the book. He didn't follow the rest of his talk and prepared himself for his next line instead. Was this how it was in theatre?

     "What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Draco snapped at him, glaring, "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up, twig by twig." He stopped and listened to the light footsteps nearing behind him.

     "Not arguing, I hope, boys?" Flitwick squeaked in his annoyingly high-pitched voice.

     Draco took a quick, deep breath and followed quickly. He feared too quickly to be believable. "Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor."

     Draco skipped the rest of the conversation, at the right times faking looks of 'horror', 'obvious rage' and 'confusion'. Naturally, he didn't really feel like that. He knew about everything that had happened in advance and was actually proud of Potter for being such a natural and being good in at least one thing. Draco figured that must be an accomplishment for him.

     Draco dismissed Crabbe and Goyle, who hurried off to the Great Hall for leftovers of breakfast, and was joined by Pansy as he looked to the top of the marble staircase where Potter and Weasley were arguing with Granger. One day, those three would become the best of friends if they won't leave each other alone.

     "So," Pansy nudged him as the boys and girl had vanished, "what was that all about?" He explained quickly to her about the broomstick and the conversation. "Is there more to do today?" she asked as he finished. Draco nodded.

     "Tonight, at seven, Potter's going to learn how to play Quidditch from Wood, his captain. I'll follow them and watch from a distance."

     Pansy chuckled. "Are you sure you're not obsessed with him? I mean, following him that late?" she asked him incredulously. Draco felt his cheeks heat up slightly.

     "Of course I'm not!" he exclaimed wildly. "I'm just curious and want to know how much of the book is true." He lowered his voice slightly at the end. Pansy looked at him for a few seconds.

     "Sure you do, lover boy," she said, turning around and going towards the Charms classroom. Charms, that's right, first period, he reminded himself. He quickly caught up with her.

     "What do you mean with that?" he asked her. She shrugged.

     "Figure it out."

Draco ate his dinner slow, waiting for half-past six to come. At that time, he would make his way over to the Quidditch pitch to watch Potter's training. Pansy kept bothering him, though, insisting he's just obsessed with Potter. He wasn't, right? He was just curious about the book. Either way, it was nothing really new for Draco so it didn't bother him that much.