''So Potty? Have a good hols?'' Draco asked as he direct the house elf to put his trunk at the foot of his bed.
Harry shrugged, ''Same old, same old.''
''Already lost the magic in them for you huh?''
''Yeah, just a bit.''
''Let me guess, no good presents?''
''No, they were alright. Just... yeah, I think I've taken for granted my time away from Jerry.''
''Pain in the arse over break too?''
''He's a constant pain the arse. It's just that I've gotten used to small exposures of it.''
Draco suddenly had an intrigued looked, ''You know who you remind me of?''
Harry sat up and made a face, ''Remind you of?''
''Yeah, that's it .You remind me of Snape. I mean the way you say stuff, well without the biting, derogatory comments.''
Harry scowled, ''Nice to know you got drugs over the holidays, I can tell they're pretty potent.''
''Shut up Potty. You're the one with a melted brain.''
''You sure about that Draco?''
''What do the words on the head of my bed say? Do they say 'Potty'?'' Harry said as he pointed at the head of his bed. Everyone had their names charmed at the head of their beds.
''No Draco.'' Harry continued slowly, like he was talking to a retarded child ''Really, look at it. It says Pot-ter. Not Potty.''
''Well obviously they've got it wrong. Maybe we should get the house elves in here and change it. Perhaps to... ''Snape''?''
Harry replied with a well directed projectile (pillow) towards Draco's head.
~~~
For the rest of spring, Harry spent most of his time studying and practicing Quidditch with the Slytherins.
Then the day came, Gryffindor had defeated Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, so they were finally up against Slytherin.
Jerry sat in the stands with his fan club, jeering at the Slytherins, especially Harry. Draco rolled his eyes as he leveled himself on his broom next to Harry, ''Maybe we should tell Snape to go over there and shut them up.''
''I wish.''
Draco hummed, ''Next time we'll have the mudblood look up some spells.''
''You know she won't do you any favors if you call her mudblood.''
''Like I care what she thinks. She's a mud-''
''Who has better grades than you in all of the classes, including Potions.'' Harry interrupted, ''I wouldn't make fun of her until I'm actually better than her.''
Draco was about to retort when Madam Hooch came out into the middle of the field, and started to game.
The game lasted for a while, with Sytherin only ten points in the lead. Harry was hovering around the top of the field making a few fake dives to throw off the Gryffindor seeker.
Then finally, Harry did see the snitch. But at the same time he saw Draco trying to steal the Quaffle and Gryffindor beater sending a bludger straight down onto Draco's head.
'Oh hell!' Harry thought and decided to choose save Draco from a concussion instead of going straight for the snitch. Harry quickly flew down while being followed by the Gryffindor seeker, who also saw what Harry was trying to do.
As Harry neared Draco, the Gryffindor Seeker quickly grabbed onto the tail of Harry's broom. Harry yelped as he jerked for a second. But instead of freeing his broom he yelled out, ''Draco! Watch out!''
In that instance Draco's head came up and turned around, so the bludger came down and hit the front of his broom instead of his head. Unfortunately, this also caused the broom to lose it's magical functions. Harry glanced back and aimed a well placed kick on the Gryffindor seeker's hand and dove down to catch Draco.
He quickly caught onto Draco's hand, but just barely since Draco was only dangling a foot below above the ground. They slowly lowered until Draco's feet touched the ground.
Draco's left hand came up and covered his heart, ''Oh, I thought I was going to die.''
Harry let out a small shaky, hysterical laugh, ''Guess It's your lucky day.''
Draco gave a curt nod and then looked back up at the game, ''Better go back, I'll see if I can borrow a broom, we still have a game to win.''
Harry nodded and was about to turn around, when he noticed that the snitch was hovering around Draco's head. Harry's eyes widened and his arm darted out.
Draco instinctively ducked at the sight of a hand coming at him and stared yelling, ''What the bloody hell is wrong with you!?''
Harry grinned and opened his hands a bit and showed Draco the golden snitch.
Draco gaped.
''What are you two lollydaddling here for! Get back to the game Harry, Mr. Malfoy is fine!'' Madam Hooch yelled as she came over to the two boys.
Harry held out his hand and showed her the snitch.
''O-oh!'' Madam Hooch stuttered and then signaled to Lee Jordan.
When Lee finally understood he announced with a bit of surprise and confusion in his voice, ''Harry Potter has got... the snitch.''
Instantaneously, the Slytherins started up in huge cheers as Jordan dejectedly announced that Slytherin had won the Quidditch cup. The Gryffindors looked sour as many of them petulantly dragged themselves down the steps of the stands. Harry glanced back at the Gryffindor stand and saw Jerry throwing a tantrum.
''I can't wait until the day he gets so mad that he pops, literally.'' Draco commented beside the Seeker, apparently he had been watching Jerry's reaction too.
''I wonder how my parents will react.'' Harry said distantly as he watched Jerry leave the Gryffindor stands.
~~~
Harry had not seen his Head of House at the end of the game and he was a bit curious since the Head of House was usually supposed to be there at the end of each game congratulating the players for winning the Quidditch Cup.
Well, Snape didn't really congratulate, he just said things like, ''I hope you can keep this up for next time.''
But it was better than him not being there. When Harry finally spotted Snape, he was by the Forbidden Forest yelling and looking like he was threatening Quirrell.
Harry waited until the confrontation was over, and then flew over, a few feet away from Professor Snape, ''Is something going on with Quirrell?''
Snape looked up at Harry and glared, ''It's none of your business. And get off your infernal broom, the game should have been over twenty minutes ago.''
''Yeah it's over. I was just looking for you.''
''And why would you do that?'' Snape hissed as he spun around and started for the Castle.
Harry flew slowly beside him, ''Um, since we won...''
''Fine, good. Then go celebrate with your teammates.'' The Potions Master said sharply and then walked off to the entrance without looking back at Harry
Harry frowned. Something wasn't right. Then he glanced back at the Forbidden Forest, where Quirrell had disappeared. Perhaps he should ask Professor Quirrell.
~~~
Harry shrugged, ''Same old, same old.''
''Already lost the magic in them for you huh?''
''Yeah, just a bit.''
''Let me guess, no good presents?''
''No, they were alright. Just... yeah, I think I've taken for granted my time away from Jerry.''
''Pain in the arse over break too?''
''He's a constant pain the arse. It's just that I've gotten used to small exposures of it.''
Draco suddenly had an intrigued looked, ''You know who you remind me of?''
Harry sat up and made a face, ''Remind you of?''
''Yeah, that's it .You remind me of Snape. I mean the way you say stuff, well without the biting, derogatory comments.''
Harry scowled, ''Nice to know you got drugs over the holidays, I can tell they're pretty potent.''
''Shut up Potty. You're the one with a melted brain.''
''You sure about that Draco?''
''What do the words on the head of my bed say? Do they say 'Potty'?'' Harry said as he pointed at the head of his bed. Everyone had their names charmed at the head of their beds.
''No Draco.'' Harry continued slowly, like he was talking to a retarded child ''Really, look at it. It says Pot-ter. Not Potty.''
''Well obviously they've got it wrong. Maybe we should get the house elves in here and change it. Perhaps to... ''Snape''?''
Harry replied with a well directed projectile (pillow) towards Draco's head.
~~~
For the rest of spring, Harry spent most of his time studying and practicing Quidditch with the Slytherins.
Then the day came, Gryffindor had defeated Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, so they were finally up against Slytherin.
Jerry sat in the stands with his fan club, jeering at the Slytherins, especially Harry. Draco rolled his eyes as he leveled himself on his broom next to Harry, ''Maybe we should tell Snape to go over there and shut them up.''
''I wish.''
Draco hummed, ''Next time we'll have the mudblood look up some spells.''
''You know she won't do you any favors if you call her mudblood.''
''Like I care what she thinks. She's a mud-''
''Who has better grades than you in all of the classes, including Potions.'' Harry interrupted, ''I wouldn't make fun of her until I'm actually better than her.''
Draco was about to retort when Madam Hooch came out into the middle of the field, and started to game.
The game lasted for a while, with Sytherin only ten points in the lead. Harry was hovering around the top of the field making a few fake dives to throw off the Gryffindor seeker.
Then finally, Harry did see the snitch. But at the same time he saw Draco trying to steal the Quaffle and Gryffindor beater sending a bludger straight down onto Draco's head.
'Oh hell!' Harry thought and decided to choose save Draco from a concussion instead of going straight for the snitch. Harry quickly flew down while being followed by the Gryffindor seeker, who also saw what Harry was trying to do.
As Harry neared Draco, the Gryffindor Seeker quickly grabbed onto the tail of Harry's broom. Harry yelped as he jerked for a second. But instead of freeing his broom he yelled out, ''Draco! Watch out!''
In that instance Draco's head came up and turned around, so the bludger came down and hit the front of his broom instead of his head. Unfortunately, this also caused the broom to lose it's magical functions. Harry glanced back and aimed a well placed kick on the Gryffindor seeker's hand and dove down to catch Draco.
He quickly caught onto Draco's hand, but just barely since Draco was only dangling a foot below above the ground. They slowly lowered until Draco's feet touched the ground.
Draco's left hand came up and covered his heart, ''Oh, I thought I was going to die.''
Harry let out a small shaky, hysterical laugh, ''Guess It's your lucky day.''
Draco gave a curt nod and then looked back up at the game, ''Better go back, I'll see if I can borrow a broom, we still have a game to win.''
Harry nodded and was about to turn around, when he noticed that the snitch was hovering around Draco's head. Harry's eyes widened and his arm darted out.
Draco instinctively ducked at the sight of a hand coming at him and stared yelling, ''What the bloody hell is wrong with you!?''
Harry grinned and opened his hands a bit and showed Draco the golden snitch.
Draco gaped.
''What are you two lollydaddling here for! Get back to the game Harry, Mr. Malfoy is fine!'' Madam Hooch yelled as she came over to the two boys.
Harry held out his hand and showed her the snitch.
''O-oh!'' Madam Hooch stuttered and then signaled to Lee Jordan.
When Lee finally understood he announced with a bit of surprise and confusion in his voice, ''Harry Potter has got... the snitch.''
Instantaneously, the Slytherins started up in huge cheers as Jordan dejectedly announced that Slytherin had won the Quidditch cup. The Gryffindors looked sour as many of them petulantly dragged themselves down the steps of the stands. Harry glanced back at the Gryffindor stand and saw Jerry throwing a tantrum.
''I can't wait until the day he gets so mad that he pops, literally.'' Draco commented beside the Seeker, apparently he had been watching Jerry's reaction too.
''I wonder how my parents will react.'' Harry said distantly as he watched Jerry leave the Gryffindor stands.
~~~
Harry had not seen his Head of House at the end of the game and he was a bit curious since the Head of House was usually supposed to be there at the end of each game congratulating the players for winning the Quidditch Cup.
Well, Snape didn't really congratulate, he just said things like, ''I hope you can keep this up for next time.''
But it was better than him not being there. When Harry finally spotted Snape, he was by the Forbidden Forest yelling and looking like he was threatening Quirrell.
Harry waited until the confrontation was over, and then flew over, a few feet away from Professor Snape, ''Is something going on with Quirrell?''
Snape looked up at Harry and glared, ''It's none of your business. And get off your infernal broom, the game should have been over twenty minutes ago.''
''Yeah it's over. I was just looking for you.''
''And why would you do that?'' Snape hissed as he spun around and started for the Castle.
Harry flew slowly beside him, ''Um, since we won...''
''Fine, good. Then go celebrate with your teammates.'' The Potions Master said sharply and then walked off to the entrance without looking back at Harry
Harry frowned. Something wasn't right. Then he glanced back at the Forbidden Forest, where Quirrell had disappeared. Perhaps he should ask Professor Quirrell.
~~~