A/N: *grins* Yet another update. Don't you love it now I update quickly?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I would be rich, famous, and a murderer for what I would have done to Sirius. I am none of these, so therefore I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter eleven - Quidditch Practise

Time flew by quickly for Ben. What with Quidditch, homework, Quidditch, classes, Quidditch and annoying the Gryffindors, they had very little time left to do other things.

On the morning after the remembrall incident at breakfast three packages arrived during the morning post, carried by six owls a piece.

As curious as everyone else as to what they were, Ben, Blaise and Draco were shocked when one of them landed in front of each of them, shortly followed by an owl for each of them, and another owl addressed for all three of them.

Ben looked at Blaise and Draco, and then picked up them note for all three. It read as follows:

DO NOT OPEN THE PACKAGES AT THE TABLE. They each contain a Nimbus 2000, sent to you by your Fathers. Professor Dumbledore has agreed to allow you three on the team. Meet Marcus Flint on the Quidditch Pitch for your first training session tonight at seven 'o' clock.

Professor S. Snape

Ben looked up at the other two in shock. The Nimbus 2000 was the top broom on the market, there were none better. And the three of them each owned one. Slowly, his face broke into a wide smirk, as did Blaise and Draco.

"What's in the package?" asked Pansy eagerly. For some reason she seemed to be the most into gossip out of all of the Slytherins, and she wanted some to spread.

"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" said Blaise.

"Yes you will, and it will be worth the wait," said Ben.

"Of course, I don't think the other houses will like it that much," said Draco. Pansy looked just about ready to explode.

"Will you three tell me already?" she yelled. The three of them smirked even more, but kept quiet, infuriating her even more.

"Tell me!"

Ben smirked yet again.

"Something," he said mysteriously.

Pansy groaned, possibly realising that she wouldn't find any information out from them like this, and stalked off.

Ben saw that the other two were already looking at the letter from their fathers, so he reached out towards the dark brown bird that he knew as his Fathers.

It was written in green parchment, Slytherin green in fact, and the ink used was silver, a rare colour of ink to find as it was so hard to make. Ben looked at it in shock. His Father rarely used silver, so this must be very important.

Slowly he opened the letter and read its contents, all of which were congratulating him on terrifying some muggle-loving Gryffindors and for getting on the team, while at the same time scolding him for attempting such a dangerous move on such an old broom, and for getting into so much trouble

Ben looked up at Blaise and Draco, and saw they had finished reading their letters as well. They nodded, and the three of them got up and left the table for the Slytherin dorms.

When they arrived the three of them broke out into babble.

"Can you believe it?" said Ben once they had calmed down enough to listen to one another.

"Nimbus 2000s! Wow! And we start training tonight!" exclaimed Blaise excitedly.

"Yeah, this school yeah is gonna be good," said Draco before going off to his own bed to open his package. Ben and Blaise each followed suit.

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That day in classes was even harder to concentrate on lessons than they normally found it. Ben's mind kept wandering back to the dorms where his new broom lay. Why wouldn't the day just pass quicker?

During break, lunch, and between classes, he, Blaise and Draco kept wandering down to the Slytherin common room where they had left their brooms, barely being able to wait until that evening when their Quidditch training would begin.

Finally, at five to seven the three of them grabbed their brooms and made their way to the Quidditch pitch. Flint was already waiting for them.

"What took you three so long," he said as soon as they got into hearing distance.

"Nothing, we just ran into Peeves," said Ben, thinking u an excuse off the top of his head.

"Just don't let it happen again," Flint said frowning. "Now, since you each know pretty much everything there is to know about Quidditch." Ben, Blaise and Draco smirked at that. "There'll be no need for me to explain it. Tonight we'll just be making sure Professor Snape was right about how good the three of you are."

"So what'll we be doing?" asked Draco impatiently.

Flint held up a ball, probably muggle in origin, with black and white hexagons all over it, and a bag filled with multi-coloured balled a little bigger than the snitch.

"We'll practise with these. Malfoy, Zabini," he said, throwing them the larger ball. "Practise throwing this to one another in the air. Hunt," he said turning towards Ben. "I'll be throwing these at you. Try to catch them, and not let them knock you out."

"Ha ha ha," said Ben sarcastically as he watched Blaise and Draco mount their brooms and take off, and fly around the stadium at high speed whilst throwing the ball from one to the other.

"Hmmm," said Flint watching, unwilling to compliment them.

"Ready yet?" asked Ben, after mounting his broom and taken off whilst Flint was occupied.

"Shut up! Ready? No? Tough!" Flint said in return taking off quickly and starting to throw the balls at high speed.

They carried on for about two hours before it got too dark to continue, and Blaise and Draco didn't drop the ball once and Ben caught every single little ball.

The three of them crawled into their beds that night exhausted and they each fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

A/N: Another chapter done. I really am updating fast for me now. I was kind of hoping to get more in, but I like it like this.

Hermionegreen: Of course they do all know about Quidditch! They're all from wizarding families! Sorry, I couldn't get the first match in. I was gonna, but I didn't.

Stayblue: Thanx!

Bob33: Thanx!

Star Mage1: I hope the sequel will be as good as you think this is.

Goldengirl2: I hate you? I didn't know that I hate you. It comes as a big shock.

Hpcrazy: Well, I had to change who said what a little bit, now didn't I?

Speller: You got the spelling wrong too. It's 'paid' not 'paied.' Thanx for telling though.

*grins* I got lots of reviews for this. 91 in fact. Most I've ever gotten. Next chapter should be out by next Wednesday (what? I'm making sure I actually could get it done in time!). All I want is for nine more people to review, then I'll be happy (she says, knowing no one, let alone herself, will believe here). Pls review! *gives puppy-dog eyes*