If You Could Be Anywhere (a Draco Malfoy fanfic)

Chapter 6

Classes went on as we all started to adjust to Hogwarts life and the Wizarding World. Soon enough, all first years were getting ready for our very first flying lessons. All of my Gryffindor friends were utterly nervous. Harry was afraid he would embarrass himself in front of Malfoy, his now sworn enemy, while Ron, Hermione, and Neville were afraid of flying. Hermione dragged me to the library to check out and study Quidditch Through the Ages for extra help. My Slytherin friends weren't bothered at all. Daphne and Tracy didn't seem to care that much about flying. Millicent and Pansy on the other hand just didn't want to fly, they were too snooty and didn't want to bother themselves. I was starting to think they weren't exactly the best or brightest in Slytherin. The only other person who shared my excitement for flying was Malfoy, although he was a pompous, arrogant jerk who has been getting on my nerves lately, we both wanted desperately to be good at flying and eventually make it on the Slytherin Quidditch team when you can try out in second year.

I walked with Daphne, Tracey, and the rest of the Slytherins to the grounds by the first steps awaiting the Gryffindors for our joint practice. There were about twenty brooms spaced out on the field and Madame Hooch, who looked like a crazy bird lady, was telling us to command the broom to go up. Everyone stood by one of the school brooms and lifted a hand trying to command the broom to go up. I stood between Malfoy and another obnoxious Slytherin named Theo Nott and felt absolutely ridiculous, no matter what I did the broom was just not going up. I watched as first Harry and everyone else got their brooms up. Madam Hooch then instructed us to mount the brooms and kick off the ground. Everyone seemed to be getting the hang of it except for poor Neville, who immediately broke his wrist. I stifled a giggle at his clumsiness as Madame Hooch left to take him to the hospital wing.

The second Madame Hooch left, Malfoy and Pansy started to mock Neville. Malfoy took one of Neville's things, a remembrall I think it was called, and went flying off with it. Harry followed behind to try and get it back. Every single first year on the quidditch pitch watched as they both zoomed in the air. They were both naturals and even as they were fighting were flying with ease. Before long, Harry retrieved the remembrall and they both made their way back to the ground. Just in time for McGonagall to scream at Harry and drag him off to Merlin knows where.

Ron and I exchanged a sheepish and mouths "Wicked", I nod in agreement. Hermione and I have never truly seen anyone flying a broom, and even we could tell that he was amazing at it. The class was soon over and we all began to walk to the castle. I said my goodbye to Ron and then Hermione and headed to the gaggle of Slytherins. I passed Daphne and Tracy and walked straight up to Malfoy, who was having a laugh with Crabbe, Theo Nott, and Blaise Zabini.

I poked his shoulder, "Can I talk to you?"

"Oh she wants to talk to me," he said with a smirk, "I'll see you lot later". I scowled and pulled him aside as the other boys begrudgingly moved on.

"This isn't what you think it is Malfoy," I turn to get one of the books I was holding and whacked him in the shoulder. "You had no right to take Neville's remembrall or to be so mean to him. And that stunt you pulled with Harry could've gotten you killed or points could've been taken from Slytherin. What were you thinking?".

I saw a hint of amusement on his face that was quickly replaced with that stupid smirk. "Roberts it's nice to know you care and all, but I was having my fun. Besides what do you care about that blood traitor crybaby anyway?"

I proceeded to hit him again with my book. "Draco Malfoy how dare you act like you are so high and mighty. You will never be half of the person Neville is." I hit him one more time with my book and stormed off.

I went to the Great Hall and sat with Hermione at the Gryffindor table. I couldn't handle Malfoy or Pansy today so I steered clear of the Slytherin table.

"Maggy you're just in time! You'll never believe what happened, Harry is now the seeker of the Quidditch team and he got challenged to a duel at midnight tonight!", Hermione exclaimed.

I offered my congratulations to Harry and listened as Hermione and Ron argued about if Harry should go to the duel or not. I rolled my eyes and ate, happy to be hanging with the Gryffindors.

The rest of the night was a bore as I waited for the duel. At half-past eleven I snuck out of the dungeons and went by the Gryffindor common room. I saw Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione had already snuck out and joined them.

"What are you doing here Maggy?", Harry asked.

"I knew Herms was coming and you didn't think I would let you guys have all the fun right? I want to watch you beat Malfoy's arse."

"Great. The more the merrier", Ron said sarcastically.

We quieted down as we heard Filch. Neville let out a nervous squeak. We all began to run, terrified of what would happen if Filch or Mrs. Norris caught up to us. We finally made our way to one of the forbidden corridors, hiding from them and Peeves.

"It was a trap guy. Malfoy tricked us." I whispered.

I realized everyone was turned around and wasn't listening to me. I turned around to see what they were looking at and there it was. There was a ginormous scary dog with three heads. And he did not look happy. All six of its eyes were glaring at us, as we stood there ready to be eaten alive. Harry quickly opened the door and we all ran as quickly from the beast as we could. The four of them ran to Gryffindor common room and I did not look back as I ran down to the dungeons as fast as I could. I quickly muttered, "Salazar" and stepped inside of the common room, breathing heavily as I leaned against the door.

"Going for nightly runs now, are we Roberts?", I hear a familiar sneer.

Too enraged to respond I walked to the girls dormitory, deciding to deal with him in the morning.

The next morning I walked with Blaise, Daphne, and Tracey to the Great Hall and sat down for breakfast. I looked up from my plate to see that I was sitting across from the blonde git himself. I glared at him, boring holes into his face.

"What are you looking at Roberts?" he sneered.

"Just a useless twat Malfoy. Now can you pass the tarts please?" I smirked. Two can play at that game. I may be nice, but one thing's for sure, Malfoy and I are now enemies.