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A Case Of Dysfunction

Draco seems to be suffering from a severe case of Magical Dysfunction.

When faced with the possibility that his powers may never return, Draco considers confronting his father…but what effect could this have on his future?

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Braindead

Draco stretched and rolled over as the distant scurrying of first year feet echoed down the corridor. He had free periods till after break, and he intended to waste them in the dorms sleeping.

"Draco!" Someone nudged him, he guessed it was Crabbe or Goyle.

"Bugger off!" He groaned, burying his head in his pillow.

"Quidditch practice Malfoy!" They nudged him again and he growled angrily at his forgetfulness. It had been switched to Wednesday morning for this week only.

"Damnit!" he roared and threw off his covers. Crabbe and Goyle hovered in their quidditch gear, as Malfoy paced about the room fetching his own. "I'll meet you there!" He waved his hand dismissively, whilst looking under the bed for his gauntlets. Frustrated he grabbed his wand. "Accio gauntlets!" he flicked his wand and waited for them to appear.

Nothing.

"Accio gauntlets!" He said clearer, flicking his wand more gracefully. Again, nothing happened.

He rolled his eyes and got himself dressed in whatever he could find. Turning up for practice without his gauntlets, gloves or his quidditch cloak, he looked very much like he had fallen out of bed and into whatever was on the floor at the time.

Urquhart stifled a snigger as he sized Malfoy up. "Wakey wakey!" He mocked, whilst ticking his name off the register.

Malfoy gave him an unimpressed glare and yawned lazily. He usually enjoyed practice, and was always on time, besides Urquhart dared not chuck him for fear of losing their Nimbus2001 brooms, which Draco's father had kindly donated to the school.

"Lets kick off!" Urquhart shouted, "Two by two chaser formation flying, I want beaters to the east and west, Malfoy I want you circling low level, practice maneuvering-"

As the captain barked orders Draco mounted his broom and gripped it firmly, concentrating on taking off.

UP! A tiny vibration flickered through the broom as he mentally commanded it to move. The broom did not budge.

Malfoy frowned as everyone else started to mount their own brooms and veer off to their positions. "Up." He commanded loudly. The broom lifted ever so slightly and then dropped, almost knocking him off.

Draco lost his temper and threw it on the floor. "Hey Urquhart! Bloody broom's faulty!" He yelled. The captain sighed and flew back to the ground, dismounting next to Malfoy and picking up his discarded broom. Tucking it between his legs he gripped the hilt and flew three circles around Draco before leaping off.

"Looks fine to me!" He sneered. Draco snatched it back and tried again. "Up!" He shouted. "UP! GET UP!" He seethed.

"Forget it Malfoy go back to bed! It's not like I can stop you if I tried!" With that Urquhart got back on his own broom and continued practice without his seeker.

Draco's head was filled with concern. He was one of the best flyers in the school, why couldn't he complete the simple task of taking off?

He remembered the trouble he had with his wand, and got it out as he marched back toward the main entrance. He passed Colin Creevey with his camera and decided to test something. "Evanesco." He pointed his wand over his shoulder, in an attempt to make Creevey's camera disappear. After hearing no response he turned around to see if it worked. Colin still had his camera, and walked on blissfully unaware of Draco's attempts to hex him.

Draco tried a variety but nothing was working. He began to panic…his magic was gone.

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