Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and plot belong to J.k Rowling


It was another boring day at Hogwarts School. Everybody was stuck in class. Everybody that is, except for Draco Malfoy.

He was lurking down the corridors waiting for the Potter Trio, as he called them, to get out of class. Normally he wouldn't waste this much effort trying to bug them but today was special.

His father had just sent him a Firebolt 911. He was so pleased to now have the best quality broom available.

He sighed as he dodged yet another teacher that was on hall patrol. Finally the classes were dismissed for the day and every body started to head to their dormitories or outside.

Malfoy spotted Harry and his gang walking toward the doors.

Finally. Took 'em' forever. Probably that Granger girl sucking up to the teachers again

He thought.

"Hey Potter!" he called down the hall.

Surprised to hear Malfoy call his name Harry turned around followed by Harry and Hermione.

"What!?" Harry demanded

"You up for some fun?"

"Anything you consider fun is rubbish." Ron scoffed.

"Ron!" Hermione protested

"Chill guys. What are you thinking?"

"Racing."

"I'm in."

"Hold up." Hermione interjected. "When, where, and what brought this on?"

"Ya! What do you get out of this Malfoy?" Ron inquired.

"Nothing, just a friendly competition between two schoolmates." He fibbed easily.

He had been prepared for the questions a long time ago.

"If your not busy we could do it right now." Harry suggested.

"Okay. Get your broom and meet me I the quidich field in five?"

"I'll be there."

Both boys ran off to get there brooms.

Ten minutes later Malfoy walked to the field

"Dude what took you so long." Harry asked, impatient

"Snape needed to see me." Malfoy lied again.

Truthfully he had bewitched his broom to go faster.

"Well lets get on with it." Ron whined

"Okay two laps around and then backwards, okay." Instructed Hermione

"Got it." Harry and Malfoy said in unison.

"Go." Hermione said

Both brooms leaped to a start and the boys were off.

Both boys had supreme speed on there side. But Harry had all the skill.

By the time they were going backwards he was way in the lead.

Dang it! Malfoy thought why won't the dratted broom go.

Harry crossed the finish line right as Malfoy was bucked of the broom.

"What, didn't your father tell you. Those brooms respond to your thoughts. If they don't like what they here. Well I guess now you know!" Hermione laughed.

She was soon joined in by the others as the left Malfoy sulking on the wet feild

Please reveiw. I want to know if I should keep making these kinds of stories