As much as I love the books, I regret to say that all of Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling. This includes all of the characters except for Ryua (who's mine) most of the places, and an awful lot of the spells. Oh, and if you see something that looks like one of your stories, I'm really, really sorry. I don't mean to plagiarize. I've just read a lot of really cool fanfics, and they melt into my brain, but I'll try not to use any of it.

Quiddtich and Duels

"Hah!" Draco's sneering voice rang through the common room. "Flying lessons start on Thursday. Not that I need them, of course. I bet those pathetic Gryffindors will, though." Ryua looked up, interested for once by her brother's sneering comments. She loved quidditch, had loved it since she and Draco had stolen one of their Father's brooms years ago. Of course, they'd paid dearly for it later, but she could still feel the rushing feeling of the air in her hair, and the immense feeling of freedom from all the things she 'must do in order to be ladylike".

Thursday dawned clear and calm, perfect for flying lessons. After classes which crawled by even slower than usual, the Slytherin and Gryffindor first years assembled on the Hogwarts grounds. Madam Hooch, a sharp looking woman with short grey hair and incredible yellow eyes directed them to their places. "Stick out your right hand over your broom and say Up!" "UP!" the students cried. Ryua's broom leapt straight up to rest in her fingers obediently, although few did. Draco's took a second shout to rise up, although that Potter boy's jumped up (he looked rather surprised) at his command.

Ryua allowed herself a rare smirk at her brother being corrected harshly by Hooch, and mounted her broom properly, earning an approving nod. Unfortunately, before they were allowed to actually fly, that Gryffindor who kept losing his toad managed to break his wrist, and was escorted to the hospital wing by a surprisingly gentle Madam Hooch. Of course, Draco started trouble the moment they were out of earshot. "Did you see his face, the great lump?" Apparently, Draco had forgotten wetting himself the first time he kicked off the ground.

"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped one of the Patil twins, Parvati she thought.

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" shrieked Parkinson, "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati." Pansy also seemed to be suffering from amnesia, forgetting that time Draco burst a wizard cracker behind her and she let out wails to rival a banshee.

"Give that here, Malfoy" came a cool voice. Ryua turned with interest to see Potter holding out his hand for the Remembrall Draco was gloating over. An odd person to be a peacemaker, but she'd watch anyways.

Of course, Draco flew off above the trees, taunting "Come and get it, Potter!" down to the watching crowd. Surprisingly enough, Potter grabbed his broom and flew up after him. Wasn't he raised by Muggles? Ryua thought, Where did he learn to fly like that? Sure enough, Potter matched Draco move for move, so the little coward threw the ball away and streaked back down to the ground.

"My, aren't we brave?" Ryua asked sweetly. Draco didn't reply. Potter had just caught the trinket a foot off the ground and Professor McGonnagal was storming towards them. She marched him away, leaving the rest to wait for Madam Hooch, who came back a few minutes later. Finally. They were allowed to fly twenty feet up only, but Ryua was able to fly loops around her brother whose bruised confidence weakened his already sad skills.

Back in the common room, the twins were in opposite moods. Ryua was feeling relaxed and happy for the first time in ages, but Draco was fuming. He came up with the brilliant idea to try and get Potter expelled, or in detention at the very least. "Draco, it won't work. They won't expel a first year for being out of bed. You're just feeling inferior. I don't see why that should be a problem, as it's your natural state of being." Draco just glared at her and went up for supper

After the meal, however, Draco sauntered over to the Gryffindor end, flanked by his two bodyguards. Potter seemed to be holding his own, especially with some Weasly or other backing him up. When her twin turned back to his own end, however, he wore a most unsettling smirk. "What did you do, Draco?" Ryua asked in a low, dangerous tone.

"Potty and the Weasel will be taking a midnight stroll tonight. I do hope they're careful. Wouldn't it just be awful if Filch caught them?" Draco looked positively gleeful at the thought. Obviously, he thought himself very clever.

"What did you tell them?"

"I challenged him to a wizards' duel, of course."

"You?" Ryua snorted derisively, "You couldn't curse your way out of a paper bag."

"Well, I'm not going, of course," Draco said slowly, as if talking to a three year old.

"So, you not only are a coward and a bad flyer, you don't even have a sense of honor? I really am ashamed to be your twin." Ryua stated disgustedly.

"... It doesn't really matter, anyways, I mean, it's not like we could do anything to each other, so it wouldn't exactly be a wizards' duel if I did go." Draco stalked off to the dungeons, probably to tip Filch off.

Draco was very incensed when the next morning, when Potter and Weasly showed up looking perfectly cheerful, if a little sleepy. It's what he gets, the little rat. There are some rules that shouldn't be broken. The family honor might be twisted, but it's still there. Ryua thought grimly.