*Notes from Author:

Hi! I really hope you like this story.

*Important Information*:

Ron Weasley is mean in this fanfic and there are big differences from the book to this Fanfiction.

(Ron is like Draco Malfoy in the Harry Potter Series.)

*Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K Rowling. I don't own anything.

Chapter 3

*Hermione's POV*

It was so funny, the Weasel actually believed us and went to the trophy room with the mudblood and the half-blood. Filch even caught them and they confessed. Then Dumbledore stepped in so they only got detention and lost 10 points. "Ridiculous! They were out after curfew and they only got detention and 10 points off Gryffindor." Harry ranted. "Harry, calm down, flying first thing in the morning, if this cheers you up." He brightened up immediately. "Hermione, I'm bored, do you want to annoy Weaselbee?" Draco asked "Sure, want to come Harry?" "Definitely!"

"What's this?" Draco asked and took the Remembrall from the Finnegan's hand. "Oi, Malfoy give that back, or…" The Weasel stuttered. " Or what, Weaselbee?" I taunted. "Or you'll run and tell your precious mummy?" Professor McGonagall came "Is there a problem here, kids?" "Yes, Malfoy took my Remembrall." Finnegan said. "Just looking" Draco said and we all left.

(At the pitch)

"Everyone grab a broom! Stand next to it and yell UP!" Madame Hooch ordered. "UP!" Everyone yelled at the same time. Brooms flew up. The weasel's room hit him in the face while all the Slytherin's brooms, including mine flew right in our hands. More people yelled UP and everyone's broom flew into their hand. "Good! Now climb on the broom and on my whistle, kick off. 3…2…1… go!" Madame Hooch ordered. We hovered up a few inches before she decided we can start flying. "Who has experience on a broom?" Most of us put our hands up, "The people who had their hands up can fly around while I help the people with no experience." I flew with Draco and Pansy. It felt wonderful, I felt bad for Harry as he can't fly with us but he is a natural flier.

"Look at this!" Draco yelled, he was holding Finnegan's Remembrall. "Give it back Malfoy." The Weaselbee yelled "Let me think…No, Hermione catch!" I caught it and when Weaselbee came flying from Draco towards me, I threw it back to Draco. "Can't catch it, Weaselbee?" It happened over and over again before Madame Hooch yelled stop. "Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy please stay after class, I want to talk to you both about something." Weaselbee looked delighted as he thought we were going to get in trouble.

*Draco's POV*

"Why the bloody hell does Hooch need to see you both?" Harry asked. "I don't know and neither does Hermione." "It's like my birthday came early, both Granger and Malfoy getting into trouble." Weaselbee said happily. I imagined punching the Weasel's face bloody, that felt great.

The end of this class came quickly, what I was not expecting was Professor Snape walking towards Hooch and talk to her. We heard some words like chaser, reflex, first year and Dumbledore.

"Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger, would you like to join us?" Professor Snape asked. "We have been discussing about your amazing flying 'show' just then. We will discuss with Dumbledore tonight to bend the rule of no brooms for first years and vouch for you both to become chasers for the Slytherin quidditch team." Professor Snape explained. I looked at Hermione and mirrored the shock on her face.

(That night, at Dumbledore's office)

*Hermione's POV*

"Severus, are you requesting us to bend the rule of no First years on the Quidditch team?" "Yes, headmaster." "Maybe we can allow first years to join the quidditch team from now on, but they will the youngest members of the Slytherin Quidditch team in a century!" Me and Draco watched the conversation carefully, it took ages for them to come to a conclusion. "We have decided to allow you to join the Slytherin Quidditch Team." Dumbledore finally announced. "You can write to your families to send you your broom via Owl post and the next practice is this Sunday, don't be late." Dumbledore then dismissed us back to the common room.

When we entered the common, everything was in chaos. The Slytherin quidditch team was glad to have their chasers back and the prospect of winning the Quidditch cup kept everyone's hopes high. "Everybody, lets celebrate the founding of our new chasers, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy." Cheers erupted from the room and everyone partied until 2:00 a.m. before finally deciding to rest for the night.

(In the morning)

We saw Weaselbee at breakfast this morning but we ignored him. Then when the brooms came, we decided to open them in the common room. When we were leaving the hall, Weaselbee came over, it seemed like he was stalking us as he almost knew what we were doing every minute and every second of the day. "Going to pack your bags now?" he sneered. "You got brooms, how unfair!" Weaselbee ranted on and on until a professor came. " Problem here?" "Yes, Professor Dumbledore, they have brooms." "Yes, I know about that. Special circumstances happen once a while, Mister Weasley." "What! It's unfair and they're Slytherins." Then the weasel flounced away. "Now move along and try preventing people knowing about your broom."

(Soon, it was Sunday. Draco and Hermione are getting ready for their first Quidditch Practise)

*Draco's POV*

"I'm so excited for the first practice, what if I do something wrong…" Hermione ranted on and on. That woman needs to calm down. Harry being the most sensible one suggested we have breakfast before leaving for the Quidditch Pitch. So we grabbed a few pieces of toast and went to the pitch.

"Everybody pair up and start some simple passing exercises on your broom." Marcus Flint, the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and chaser instructed. 10 minutes passed by and we started to play the game of quidditch. We, the chasers worked quite well as a team and we got in 10 goals in 5 minutes! The practice passed without anything bad happening and it was the end of the practice. Everyone just went back to the castle and soon Hermione, Harry and me were the only ones left.

"Is that Professor Snape?" Harry asked and pointed to a dark figure running to the Forbidden Forest. "Not sure, but we can find out for ourselves." We all grabbed ourselves a broom including Harry, who is becoming better on a broomstick and flew above Snape.

Snape entered a clearing and we hid in the trees above him. Then a mysterious person entered the clearing. "Is that you, my lord?" Snape asked. "Yes, and next time check you are alone before you come her as we have company." A low voice said all of this calmly and lowered his hood.

This time, I have written more than expected. I will try updating tomorrow or if not, the day after.

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