Draco's POV
"Duck!" Connie shouted, having thrown the Quaffle a little too hard at my head. I managed to swerve out of the way just in time.
"Connie you're going to kill someone with that arm!" Cyrus shouted, he couldn't have considered it a real issue though because he was laughing so hard, he was starting to wobble on his broom. It concerned me since he wasn't the strongest flyer anyway but wanted to join us for practice. I wished I'd enlisted the help of another experienced flyer just to keep an eye on him.
"It's okay," I shouted over the wind at her, "you've got the strength of a chaser, you just need to work on your aim," I spelled the ball back over to her, "another circuit!"
Just then, Cyrus fell from his broom and was holding on with one hand. I dove to catch him as his grip failed and replaced him on it.
"Maybe you should call it a day, kid,"
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FanfictionAfter the Second Wizarding War, Malfoy found himself alienated from the majority of the school; his old friends just irritated him, all of Hogwarts' students (besides a few salty Slytherins) hated and feared him, and the school he'd once called home...
