Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own of these characters. They belong to the ingenious mind of J.K Rowling. A/N: Ok, this is my attempt at writing fan fiction, let alone a Harry Potter one! Also, it'll be slash, so it's my first at slash too. But I will get to the plot here soon, lol, just had to put some humiliation for my baby Lucius. But please please Review so I can know what think, pleeeease? ~Ranchers~

The sky was a deep blue, sprinkled with fluffy white clouds. The grounds of Hogwarts were flooded with golden light, the shadow of the castle creeping up the lawn. A soft breeze fluttered across the grounds, as students lounged on the grass. No one was in the Quidditch pitch, except for a boy. He zoomed around the pitch, clinging tightly to his broom, his deep gray eyes shining with delight. He could see the flash of gold whenever the Golden Snitch would flutter into the light, and leaned closer to the broom, reaching out his gloved hand, his fingers stretching. He grit his teeth, and then smiled triumphantly as his fingers curled around the small gold ball. But as he looked down he let out a gasp and grabbed the end of his broom, jerking it up, but it was too late. As he had dove for the Snitch, he hadn't been watching and the end of his broom dug into the ground. He flipped off his broom, flew through the air, and somersaulted across the ground. When he had finally stopped, he laid on his back, staring up at the sky in a daze, his blonde hair in disarray. To make his pain worse, the two bludgers that had been zooming around chasing him suddenly did a dive-bomb attack, each one slamming into his stomach. He grunted as each one seemed to want to slam a hole into his stomach, and then they flew off. He lay there for a few moments, before laughter and clapping entered his ears. Sitting up, the blonde held his stomach and flinched, his vision a bit blurry. He could see four figures standing at the entrance to the pitch, three seemed doubled over while the fourth was standing and facing him. Slowly, his vision swung into focus, and he felt his face flush in both embarrassment and anger. The Marauders stood there, or the three, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, were doubled over in laughter behind Sirius Black, who was clapping and grinning like the idiot he was. "Nice landing there, Malfoy!" Sirius laughed.

Lucius growled, slowly standing, and grabbing his broomstick. "Fuck off, Black," he growled as he walked by. Sirius grinned as he watched Lucius walk by, and the Slytherin wished he could just punch that shit-eating grin off of his face. Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew were now rolling on the ground, clutching their stomachs and their faces were a deep red. Remus was the first to regain his comppsure, and he stood, wiping his eyes.

"See you on Friday, wish you the best of luck," he said, holding out his hand. Lucius stared at his hand in disgust, and then slapped it away. Turning away, he started up to the castle, wincing and hissing in the pain that was radiating from his stomach.