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A month after classes started, a notice appeared on the bulletin board in the Slytherin common room:

"Why do we always have classes with the Gryffindors? Why not the Ravenclaws?"

"The notice says that all of the houses are going to be in this class: is that normal?"

"I don't want a class with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs!"

"Complain all you want; I'm looking forward to seeing Weasley fall off his broom."

Draco's eyes brightened. "It'd serve him right after that stunt he pulled in potions last week."

"That was actually pretty funny. I've never seen anyone as mad as Snape was when Weasley turned his hair blue and his robes pink."

"Yeah," Draco sighed in pleasure, "that was great."

"Hmmm…"

"Well…shall we go?"

"All right."

Harry and Draco made their way out onto the grounds (followed, of course, by Malfoy's idiot bodyguards, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle).

They walked over to where the brooms were layed out and stood beside them. They were quickly joined by the rest of the students.

Their teacher, Madam Hooch, a middle-aged witch of medium height, short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk, arrived shortly after the last of the students.

"What are you waiting for?" she demanded. "Stand beside a broom."

The people who had not already done so did.

"Now put your hand over the broom and say, 'Up.'"

"UP!"

Harry's broom jumped immediately into his hand. His was the only one that did. Draco's rose up on the third try and Weasley's went up on the fifth, while others, like a brown-haired Gryffindor girl's and Neville Longbottom's, didn't move at all.

"Good. Now mount your brooms. Hurry up then!"

They mounted and waited for Madam Hooch to tell them if they were doing it right. Draco was very displeased when he was told off for holding it wrong.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, kick off, hover above the ground a few seconds, and then head back down."

She started to count down from ten, but before she reached 'two' Neville Longbottom, out of sheer nerves, kicked off. His broom shot up like a snitch, and he let out a wail, "GET ME DOWN!"

"Draco, kick off now!"

"Why?"

"NOW!"

Harry rose from the ground followed closely (albeit reluctantly) by Draco.

"Boys, Boys, where are you going!?"

The duo quickly caught up to Neville and flew on either side of him, at which point they grabbed hold of his arms and hauled him off of the bucking broom.

On the ground, they were set upon immediately by Madam Hooch: "What were you thinking? You could have been hurt! What if you had dropped him?"

She paced a bit, muttering to herself. Then her head shot up and she said, "Black, Malfoy…come with me…we're going to see Professor Snape."

Draco looked at Harry, horrified, making sure they had heard the same thing. Harry just shrugged and followed Madam Hooch.

As they made their way down to Snape's dungeon, Draco began to hyperventilate.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked.

"What if we get expelled?"

"We won't get expelled. If she were going to expel us, she'd take us to Dumbledore. Moreover, according to Hogwarts Rules and Regulations, a first year student cannot be expelled, so we have nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

"I hope you're right."

"I am."

"If you're not and I get disowned, I'll kill you."

"You can't kill me until I beget an heir."

Draco looked taken aback. Then, he grinned faintly. "Fine. After you beget an heir, I'll kill you."

Madam Hooch knocked on Snape's door. When he opened the door, his gaze fell immediately on the boys. He sighed, "What did they do?"

Madam Hooch smiled. "You know how you've been complaining about Pucey and Higgs?"

"Yes."

"I found you perfect replacements!"

"Explain."

"Malfoy here is the perfect seeker; he's a bit slight in build, and his turns are sharp. Black is the perfect chaser: I haven't seen anyone handle a broom like he did since his mother played, Severus!" she said. When he looked less than convinced, she insisted, "These boys managed to make two hundred-year-old brooms go faster than a Clean Sweep Seven!"

"Did they?" He looked at them with raised eyebrows. "Interesting."

He seemed to deliberate before turning back to Hooch: "If what you say is true, then we can't afford to lose this opportunity. The only problem is the Headmaster…he's the one who created the 'First Year Rule.'"

"Professor," Harry interjected, "just tell him that you've heard me express my hatred of him, and that allowing me to play with my kinsman may endear him to me."

Snape nodded. "Thinking like a Slytherin…good; I think it'll work. You both can get brooms, right?"

They nodded.

"Very well. Your classes are at an end for today. You're free to go…boys," he called as they turned to go. "Don't get into any more trouble."

"Yes sir."

"I can't believe it! Seeker! My father is going to be so proud."

Harry grunted.

"What about your grandmother?"

"What?"

"Will she be proud of you?"

"Anything to bring glory to the House of Black."

"Father too probably. Ha! Wait until Weasley hears about this!"

"Isn't it a bit immature to base your life around Weasley and his reaction when you prove you're better at something than him?"

"Hypocrite."

"Not so. I enjoy Weasley's upset expressions as much as you, but I don't rely on them to live as you seem to."

"It's not my fault…. He turns really funny colors."

"True."

"H-Harold?"

Harry looked up and saw Neville fidgeting nervously. "Hello, Neville. What can I do for you?"

"I-I just wanted to say thank you."

"It wasn't a problem."

Neville nodded and turned to go.

"Oh and Neville?"

"Y-yes?"

"Call me 'Harry.'"

A smile brightened the boys face. "Okay…Harry."

Author's Note: Hello everybody! I was wondering if you could tell me what particular pairings you want to see, though I may disregard certain suggestions. I value your opinions.