4. Crash into each other on a broomstick. A good way to build your relationship with each other.

"Come ON, Alex, hurry!" I yelled sprinting outside. Alex good-naturedly walked behind me.

I groaned. "We're going to be late for flying lessons! At the very least, we're going to get the bad broomsticks."

Alex shrugged. "According to the second years, all of the broomsticks are slow and uncoordinated anyway, so what's the rush?"

"Fine, let me rephrase that. I want to get a broom that ISN'T basically a stick with a charm on it."

"Aren't all brooms basically sticks with charms on them?"

I felt my eyebrow twitching. "I want to get a broom that isn't a health hazard. Now, hurry up, or else I'll abandon you and run for it," I snapped.

Alex rolled his eyes (*GASP* A sign of irritation! Finally.) and sprinted with me.

"Say 'Up' to get your broomstick into your hands," commanded Madam Hooch.

"Up!"

Since I've been playing Quidditch since I was about seven with my dad, my shabby broomstick leapt into my hands. I examined it closely.

The broomstick had the words 'Comet 260' across it in faded gold letters. The twigs on the end were bent in wild directions. The wood was splintered, but overall, I figured that my broom was one of the best in the class. Which was sad, really.

After about five minutes ("Up, you stupid broom! Ugh, if Malfoy can do it, so can I!"), Hooch instructed us on how to fly. After another couple of minutes ("You aren't supposed to hold it like that, Mr. Zabini!") we soared into the air.

I flew decently, considering that my broomstick probably should've been thrown away years ago.

I soared around in bored circles, and spotted Weasley on a thing that could be barely classified as a broom.

Let's put it this way. If I was riding trash, Weasley was riding a deathstick.

Weasley clumsily flew around in circles, trying not to fall off. Considering that she was riding a deathstick, she was ok, I guess.

Suddenly, the Deathstick veered towards my direction.

"Excuse me! Crazy broom coming through! AHHH!"

I yelped, and dived towards the ground.

Weasley's broom is evil. There is no doubt about it. The Deathstick suddenly stopped, then, like it had a mind of its own, chased us (My broom and I). Weasley screamed.

"HELP! THIS BROOM IS CRAZY!"

Of course, being evil and all, right before we reached the ground, the Deathstick put on a burst of speed that made it temporarily faster than the Aerodynamic 100 (Just came out last month. In case you were wondering, it can go up to 600 MPH. How can the Deathstick suddenly go that fast?!).

Weasley crashed into me, and since I was literally about two feet above the ground, she slammed me into the ground.

"OWWW!"

Hooch flew over to us, looking slightly pale. "Can you both get up?"

Weasley, wincing, got up. She rubbed her arm painfully.

I wasn't as lucky. "Oww, I can't," I hissed, my eyes half-open.

Hooch and Weasley winced.

"You were both pushed to the ground at about 200 miles per hour. I believe, since Ms. Weasley can get up, that you took the brunt of the damage," said Hooch.

All of the Slytherins and Ravenclaws who were gathered around gasped.

"200 miles per hour? I wouldn't want to be Scorpius right now…"

"Is Malfoy going to die?"

"Is his arm SUPPOSED to look like that?"

Hooch looked me over. "You have…. About six broken ribs, a broken arm, a broken leg, a fractured leg, and you know what? I don't even think I want to know. Let's go to Madam Pomfrey, Mr. Malfoy."

I lost consciousness.

"Malfoy? Hey, Malfoy, wake up."

The voice sounded familiar….

"Madam Pomfrey, is he going to be OK?" asked…. Alex. Who was the other person, then?

"He took quite a lot of damage, but he should be as good as new in about a month." That was Pomfrey.

Curious, I opened my eyes.

A pair of dark blue eyes stared back at me. "Oh, you're awake, Malfoy."

In case you didn't know, Alex has olive green eyes. Also in case you didn't know, Weasley has dark blue eyes.

I blinked again, and suddenly the world was thrust into HD.

"Oh, hi, Weasley," I said. I know, I'm brilliant.

Weasley blinked too. "Yeah… hi, Malfoy."

"What're you doing here?" I asked. Hey, I was curious. Curiosity killed the cat…. Uh, yeah, OK, that was a bad example. But on the bright side, I'm not a cat.

"Oh, er, well, you took most of the damage, but I got a fractured wrist and twisted my ankle, so I had to stay here for a few days."

I groaned. "How long have I been out?"

Alex stepped in. "About a week. I brought you your homework."

With that, Alex-my-former-best-friend betrayed me and plopped a mountain sized pile of parchment and textbooks onto my desk.

"Alex, best friends aren't supposed to come and give their injured friend a mountain sized pile of homework! They're supposed to come and give said injured friend a mountain sized pile of CANDY!" I said, horrified by the pile.

Alex shrugged. "Would you rather get kicked out of school?"

"On the other hand, homework sounds nice right now," I said hastily, grabbing a quill.

Weasley snickered. I glared at her.

"Weasley, don't YOU have any homework to do?" I said innocently.

Weasley smirked. "I finished it all. It's only you who has to do a mountain sized pile of homework."

"Drat."

A/N: Sorry for not updating, I was busy drawing the cover art for this story. Also, I'll be traveling a lot this month, so I might not update for a long time.