Resorted

Chapter forty-five

The wind was still in the murky sky. Greys upon greys joined to make a mind-numbing piece of art. There were people sitting in the stands, but most were the people from Gryffindor Quidditch team or friends with a person on the team. Hermione, Luna and Pansy sat close to each other, but Hermione was reading while Luna looked at the place. Pansy sat by Hermione, looking at all the boys trying for the team.

On the ground, all the Slytherin try-outs were lined up, looking forward at Draco or Blaise who was stood to his side, a step backwards. Harry was the shortest person to try out, but he was the only seeker.

“SLYTHERINS!” Draco shouted, all their eyes snapped to him, “As you are aware, there are now only three players from the original team here. Up for grabs, are the beater positions, one chaser, and a keeper. Since Potter here is the only Seeker trying out,” He gestured for Harry to step forward, “Join me and Blaise.” And Harry walked over to them.

The rest of the team exchanged glances all thinking the same. That the captains best friend and boyfriend were already on the team. However, someone was stupid enough to step forward, “Don’t you think it’s a bit suspicious the Captain’s best friend and partner are already on the team?” The boy asked, he was a seventh year.

Draco looked him dead in the eye, mustering one of the worst looks he ever has.
“Jones, you’re off the team- go!” And the boy left the field, casting a scowl at the captain, “Blaise was appointed my vice-captain by Flint, and Potter is the only person trying for Seeker. Does anyone else have an issue?” He paced back and forth, looking at them all and already knowing who he wants to cut.

“Very well… I want four laps of this pitch: the three slowest are gone.” They all went to mount their brooms, “Running.” They looked at Draco like he had grown a second head, “Games can last up to hours. If you’re thinking of this as a career, you need to build up your core muscles- so go!” They scrambled to drop their brooms, some tripping while doing so.

“You’re seriously making them do this?” Asked Harry, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Draco nodded, looking at the stragglers and the two people who kept switching the lead, “It builds stamina. I already know who I want to cut.” He pointed out the people and it was one in the lead with a smug look on his face. “We are a team, we play as a team. We don’t need people who are too far up their own arse to play as a unit.”

It was finally the end of try-outs, everyone looked drained of energy. Some were leaning against their friends while everyone else rested against their brooms. Their robes were a mess as parts clung to their sweating bodies and other part didn’t. Their hair was either flat on their foreheads or sticking up like a rocker. “You’re all not a pile of Hippogriff shit, I will give you that.” Blaise muttered, and then turned to Draco to say who got what position.

“Harrison, Zabini and myself- chasers.” Harrison smugly smiled, ignoring his friends’ jealous looks, “Sanders, Hastings- beaters.” The two men nodded. They had broad shoulders, very tall and muscular, “The keeper, is Kimberly.” Everyone else groaned.

“What? I beat him at everything!” Johnson exclaimed, throwing his broom to the ground. The boy wasn’t wrong. He came a close second in the four laps, and saved every, but three shot thrown by the Chasers.

“Say that to me again Johnson and you won’t be on the team when he leaves next year. You got one more save than him; I’ll applaud you on that. But what you have failed to see is that Quidditch is a team game. If I continue listing all the reasons you are not on the team, we will be here till sunset tomorrow.” Draco snarled stepping closer to the fifth year boy.

“I demand a Keeper game!” He shouted, stomping his foot like a child.
A smirk laid on Draco’s face, because what the captain says goes, but if Johnson really wanted to make a fool of him, who was Draco to stand in the way? “Alright then. First one to miss three shots loses. You’ll both go against me.”