Chapter Three

After Madame Pomfrey reported that there was nothing PHYSICALLY wrong with him, Draco went to the Quidditch pitch for their Gryffindor/Slyerthin match.  As he walked, he thought about Courage.

"What a fine day for a Quidditch match!" Lee Jordan's voice rang through the stands.

Draco hopped up on his broom and soared into the air into position.

"On my whistle then, three, two, one!" yelled Madame Hooch.

Draco wasn't paying any attention to the snitch, blugders, quaffle, or anything else.   He was flying around in a circle, clearly amazed at how his broom maneuvered. 

"Get back in the game, Malfoy!" he heard Marcus Flint shout as he flew above the stands of the teachers.

But all Draco could do was laugh and cheer as Harry caught the snitch, signaling the end of the game.  He flew down to congratulate Harry, but Marcus pulled him away into the Slytherin locker room.

"What were you doing out there, Malfoy?" he exclaimed.

"Having fun!  You know, you need to relax, your face is turning red," and it really was.

"RELAX?  How can I RELAX when we are in last place for the Quidditch Cup?"

"Aw, come on!  Let's go congratulate the winner!" Draco said, pulling Flint across the grass.