A/N: Read on my readers! (© Meggy) Sorry I haven't updated in a while I've been really busy with fast pitch and homework, my fanfic has been something I neglected. Uh, my beta reader has mysteriously disappeared, so thanks Meggy and Lolo for reading this for me.
Disclaimer: Don't own nufin! goes and pouts
Chapter 8: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor
The weeks flew by as the first years got piles of homework and looked forward to their first flying lesson even thought it was with Slytherin.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon as the Gryffindor and Slytherin first years flooded down to the bright, green grounds. They were all bubbling with excitement as they went down to the towering quidditch stadium.
Hello students, I'm Madam Hooch. Please stand by a broom, on the left side." Then she added, "Your OTHER left Inellie."
Harry and Neville both stood next to shabby brooms, with twigs sticking out in odd directions. Meg looked like she was going to take off from being so excited. She rocked back and forth on her heels making her hair bounce in the light breeze.
"Miss Potter please calm down. Place your right hand over your broom and say 'UP'!" Madam Hooch instructed. Everyone shouted up at the same time; very few people got their broom up on the first try, Meg was one of them. Neville's levitated a few feet off of the ground and then fell back, Harry's on the other hand didn't move at all.
"That was good for the first time" Madam Hooch said, looking at the 3 who had brooms in their hands. "Now when I blow my whistle I want you to mount your brooms and kick off of the ground, hover for a moment, then lean forward and touch the ground. On my whistle . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1!"
Everyone mounted their brooms; Harry has almost kicked off when a blur of clothes whizzed passed him. He quickly got off of his broom and turned around, it was Nigel Inellie. He seemed to be nothing more than a ball of tangled robes. Madam Hooch ran past him, her black and white robes billowing behind her.
"I told Professor Dumbledore that we needed new brooms, some can tell if you won't be safe on them. Then of course they buck you off!" She mumbled as she picked up Nigel and took him to the hospital wing. "Everyone is to stay on the ground!" She said, quite firmly.
"That head-case couldn't even ride a broom, could he?" A boy with a pointed face and slicked back, blonde hair said.
"Oh, shut it Malfoy! At least he has a brain, unlike you who--" and Meg was cut off by Malfoy's sneering voice.
"So, you're protecting him? You must be his new girlfriend, Megan Potter and Nigel Inelle!"
"I told you its MEG!!" She said, her hands starting to form fists.
"Oh, did I hit one of the half-blood's nerves?" He said sarcastically, and then he turned on Harry. "So in Gryffindor? My dad said that Professor Snape was disappointed, I personally think that only mudbloods get in there!"
Harry had never really thought about what his dad thought about him being in Gryffindor, he assumed that his dad was ok with it. He barely had time to think that through, because Meg's fist soared through the air and collided with Malfoy's face.
"NEVER-SAY-THAT-AGAIN!" Meg said, infuriated. Everyone was silent for a moment marveling at what she had done, then from somewhere in the crowd came a whistle. And soon Meg was receiving pats on the back, while the Slytherins were making sure that Malfoy was alright.
"Brilliant, Meg!" Neville said as they walked back up to the castle for lunch. Everyone wanted Meg to sit by them as they all heard the story of what she had done, but the question, unheard by meg, was why the mud-blood comment had gotten on her nerves, she was a half-blood.
The rest of the sunny afternoon was spent in the common room finishing up the homework that the first years had been assigned that week.
"Hey. . . Neville?" Harry asked as he glanced over his Transfiguration essay, "Do you think that me being in Gryffindor really bothers my dad?"
"I-uh-I'm not sure, he doesn't seem to care, why'd you ask?" Neville replied.
"Well, what Malfoy said really hit me, because I never really thought about it." Harry said his eyes no longer running over the sentences, but glazed over waiting for his answer.
"Don't let Malfoy get to you, he's just a git."
"Your right," Harry sounded sincere but he wasn't, he couldn't get his mind off of what his dad thought. But he loved Gryffindor, and if Malfoy was an example of what Slytherin was like, he was glad not to be there.
