Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I just write in her world. Oh, and this chapter, I take directly from the book. I'm sorry, but Draco didn't play in this game in either time line, so the line up for both teams is exactly the same.

A/N: One Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference in here. I love that book.

Chapter 10: How To Not Fall Off A Broomstick

Draco Malfoy found that life actually seemed to slow down a bit. Quirrellmort seemed to be irritated, but that was nothing new. He didn't see Harry a lot, now that Harry had regular sessions of Quidditch practices. Oliver Wood seemed only to care about Quidditch. Draco didn't blame him. If Gryffindor's seeker was as bad as last year's seeker, they'd lose the cup, and Slytherin would walk away with a victory, again. It would be humiliating for Wood. It might even cost Wood's Quidditch career. However, Draco had the advantage of already knowing that Harry would be brilliant. It was one of the only things that Draco respected about Potter.

Draco was enjoying having Hermione as a friend, and he could tell that Harry was relieved as well. Harry was finding it difficult to balance homework, classes, and Quidditch. Especially considering that Harry seemed to spend almost every second not in class in Quidditch practice. Again, Draco could respect that. Draco was relieved. He hated editing Harry's essays. The sentences were sloppy, short, and imprecise. They were average for a first year. Nothing special, but Draco still had the mind of a Seventh year, despite having the body of an eleven year old.

So, Snape took Harry's book, Quidditch Through the Ages, and Harry went to get it back. When Harry came back, he appeared to be out of breathe.

"Snape tried to get past the three headed dog," Harry said.

"No, why would he do that?" asked Draco. He really wanted Harry to get off the Severus is a bad man tirade. Again, knowing where Severus' loyalties lie was incredibly helpful when making decisions.

"Besides, I know he's not very nice, but he's a teacher. He wouldn't try to steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe." Hermione said.

"Not all teachers are loyal to Dumbledore." Draco said. He needed to soften the blow to Hermione. Her respect to authority was actually quite concerning. Then, with her background, it was instilled pretty deep. Draco would have to shaken it bit by bit.

"So you think Snape is trying to steal the stone?" Harry asked Draco.

"I didn't say that. I said that not all teachers are loyal to Dumbledore," Draco pointed out.

"What's Snape after? What's Dumbledore hiding at Hogwarts?" Harry asked. It was probably a rhetorical question. However, Draco had no intentions of just telling Harry. Harry would have to find out the old fashioned way. Harry and Hermione went to bed, and Draco slipped out of the common room.

He walked to Dumbledore's office. He needed to get his plans involving Sirius Black moving, but they had to be subtle about it, or Pettigrew might get wind of the plans. Draco walked up to the Gargoyle, and said calmly, "Lemon Drops."

Then, the Gargoyle moved. Draco found himself in Dumbledore's office, before the man himself. It was time for the third move in the game.

"Professor, do you mind if we speak. It's time I gave you a bit of information."

"What do you intend to tell me?"

"Peter Pettigrew is still alive. He's a Death Eater. He betrayed the Potters. Sirius Black is innocent."

"What?" Dumbledore asked. Dumbledore leaned foward. He looked completely and totally surprised. "But that's impossible. Sirius Black was the secret keeper. I cast the Fidelius myself."

"Except, this is Sirius Black we're talking about. He would have never allowed himself to be James Potter's secret keeper. He'd have considered it too obvious. He'd have gone to the least likely trustworthy candidate. The spy, Peter Pettigrew. They would have talked you into it, and then, after you swapped secret keepers, you would have obliviated yourself so you would have no memory of the swap. I really think Sirius should get a trial. But if at all possible, could you please arrange it so that knowledge of the trial is kept out of the Slytherin common room?"

"Why?"

"Because, Peter Pettigrew is an unregistered Animagus living with Ronald Weasley. It's a rat. You know, we could use that. Rats aren't allowed in Hogwarts. We could do a pet check. Unauthorized pets are confiscated for the remainder of the year. Then, out of curiosity, test all of them to make sure they are really pets. Make sure to do this while Amelia Bones is in the room. I want her to catch Pettigrew alive. That along with the other moves I've made should make her convinced that Sirius is innocent. Checkmate. Peter might escape, but it won't matter. The important end result will still be the same. Plus, Peter's animagus form will become common knowledge. It would be harder for him to find the Dark Wanker. Would take longer because he can't exactly move when people are awake. Might take about three years for Peter to make his way to Albania as a rat."

"That's a sound idea. It would get Sirius out of Azkaban. When do you want me to start?"

"Second year. I will do something that makes it necessary.."

"What do you intend to do?"

"I happen to know a Ravenclaw with a tarantula , and a Slytherin afraid of spiders. I will take advantage of the situation."

"How?"

"A wizard never tells his secrets. This time next year, we'll be drinking Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters."

"Not going to happen."

"I'm seventeen. Maybe eighteen."

"Your body is eleven. You are not going to start drinking."

"Fine."

Then, Draco turned around, and went to the dorm room, and went to bed, satisfied with the progress he made today. Now, he needed to sleep. After all, he had to stay awake for Harry's first Quidditch game.

The next day, Draco was ready. He would trust Hermione to take care of the Professor, while he did the counter curse. Gryffindor would beat Slytherin in the Quidditch game. Everything would go as expected, except Harry's chances of survival double.

After convincing Harry to eat, Harry left with the team. Oliver Wood's dream team. The team that operated smoothly. The team that moved as one, and understood exactly what their purpose in the team was. The only team that Draco couldn't throttle when he was a Slytherin. This year, Harry had no real competition. Cedric Diggory wasn't captain of Hufflepuff. Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker, was good, but she wasn't as good as Harry was. The seeker for Slytherin was good, but again was nothing compared to Harry. If Harry could stay out of detention or the hospital, Gryffindor would win the Quidditch Cup.

It was eleven o'clock. Draco was sitting in the Quidditch stands, next to him was Hermione, and the Oaf for some reason. With them was also Neville, Finnigan, and Dean Thomas. They had a large banner that said Potter for Minister. Dean, who was an exceptional artist drew a large Gryffindor lion on it, and Draco charmed it to roar whenever Gryffindor scored, and when Harry caught the snitch. However, the others didn't know about that charm. Hermione charmed the paint to change colors. Draco was going to enjoy being on the winning team for once. After what seemed like forever, they came out. The Gryffindors and the Slytherins. Madam Hooch was refereeing, which meant next to nothing, because Flint was known for his willingness to foul to win. Draco knew that would happen again.

Then, the Snitch was released, followed by the bludgers, and then the Quaffle was thrown into the air, and the game was on. Draco was enjoying Lee Jordan's commentary for once.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angela Johnson of Gryffindor- what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive to-"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry Professor."

This commentary was already awesome. Who needs unbiased judges anyways? Let Lee Jordan do all of them. Hell, after Lee Jordan leaves Hogwarts, ask him to come back to continue the commentary for the rest of his life.

"And she's really belting along up there., a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good friend of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve- back to Johnson, and- no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle, and off he goes. Flint flying like and eagle up there. He's going to sc-no. Stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle- That's chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and-OUCH- that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger- Quaffle taken by the Slytherins- that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal post, but he's blocked by a second Bludger, sent his way by Fred or George Weasley. Can't tell which. Nice play by Gryffindor Beater anyway and Johnson in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes-she's really flying-dodges a speeding Bludger-the goal posts ahead-come on now, Angelina-Keeper Bletchley dives,-misses-GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

The Gryffindors cheered, the Slytherins howled and moaned. The lion on the poster roared, and the people around it jumped a bit. Draco probably should have mentioned the roaring bit. Oh well, their reaction was priceless.

"Budge up there, move along."

It was the oaf. If memory was correct, the oaf was a valuable friend of Potter's, not to mention a landmine of information. Flattery and alcohol was all it took to get information out of him, again if memory acted as it should. Draco then gestured to Hermione to squeeze next to him, so the oaf would have enough room.

"Bin watchin' from me hut," the oaf said. "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch, eh?"

"No, but Harry's kept himself out of trouble for once. It won't last long," Draco replied.

"Slytherin in possession," Lee continued with the commentary. "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds towards the-wait a moment-was that the Snitch?"

It was, both Higgs, the Slytherin seeker, and Harry saw it. They both started to dive, and Harry was faster. Draco winced. Hermione looked at him confused. Then, WHAM! Marcus Flint slammed into Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom spun off course. It was a cheap trick, but then, this was Flint. Once again, Hermione looked at him, but this time, it was suspiciously.

"Foul!" the Gryffindor's screamed.

Madam Hooch screeched at Flint, and a Free Shot was made. In the confusion the Snitch was gone. That meant the game would continue. Lee was finding it difficult not to take sides.

"So-after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-"

"Jordan!"

"I mean that open and revolting foul."

"Jordan!"

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."

Then, it happened. Harry's broom started to buck him off. Draco then pointed Harry out to Hermione.

"Someone's cursed Harry's broom." Draco said.

"Who?"

"Give me a second. A curse like that, no student could have done that, so it must be a graduate."

Draco scanned the crowd from his binoculars. Mainly the teachers. Sure enough, Quirrell and Snape were both muttering. Draco knew that it was Quirrell, but knew that Hermione would take it being Snape more seriously.

"Either Snape or Quirrell. Take care of it. I'm going to start the counter-curse."

It seemed nobody noticed that Harry was not in control of his broom. Draco hoped that Harry would be back in control of his broom soon. At that Draco immediately began the counter curse. It was a long and difficult spell that Flitwick taught them towards the end of seventh year. Required repetition and precise timing and pronunciation. It was some of the trickiest bit of wandless magic he'd ever done. Unfortunately, Draco's first year body was growing tired of using so much magic. Then, the bucking stopped. Snape's cloak was on fire, and Quirrell was on the ground, and Hermione was back at Draco's side. Then, Harry zoomed away. And moments, later, he went into a dive. Stood on his broomstick. Harry saw the Snitch, and was going to catch it. Then, once again, Draco, knowing what was going to happened winced. Hermione looked at him, again questioningly. Then, Harry was thrown off his broomstick. Hermione looked at him again. Once again, her glance was filled with suspicion. She knew something was off. Harry started to choke, then, the Snitch fell into his hand. He held it up. The game was won. Gryffindor had won.

Moments later, they were having tea with Hagrid.

"It was Snape," Hermione said. "Draco and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick."

"Him or Quirrell. I don't know which one. I prefer the Quirrell theory." Draco said.

"Rubbish. Why would Snape, or Quirrell do something like that?"

"I found out something about Snape. He tried to get past the three headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he's trying to steal whatever it's guarding."

"How do you know about Fluffy?"

"FLUFFY?" Draco said. He should have known it had a cutesy name. It was Hagrid after all.

"Yeah," he said. "He's mine. Bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year-I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-"

"Yes," Harry asked.

"It doesn't matter." Draco said.

"But Snape's trying to steal it."

"I still don't think it's Professor Snape.

"Exac'ly. Snape's a Hogwarts teacher. He'd do nothing of the sort."

"So why did he just try to kill Harry?" Hermione asked.

"I still think it was Quirrell." Draco said.

"I'm telling yeh, yer wrong! I don't know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn't try an' kill a student! Neither would Quirrell! Now listen to me, all three of yeh. Yer meddlin' in things that don't concern yeh. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel-"

"Aha!" Harry said triumphantly. Draco felt his heart drop. So it begins. "There's a Nicolas Flamel involved is there?"

Hagrid looked, rightfully to, furious with himself. Draco was furious with him, because this meant that Draco would be force to the library to discover the Philosopher's Stone, except he couldn't exactly tell them. He needed them to discover it themselves. He hated the life of the sidekick sometimes.