Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything in this story except for Orlando Baragon, Anna Ominous, the Spiritus Apographon, and of course the plot.
Note: In my story Draco doesn't know Tonks is his cousin. After all Andromeda was disowned from the Black family. Such scandal was not to be spoken of to the children. However, Tonks is well aware that Draco is her cousin, but she doesn't know that he doesn't know.
The Filth in Purity
Chapter 8: The Slytherin Team"Now it's very simple." Orlando Baragon began. The two Slytherins were sitting on their broomsticks, hovering a few feet above a n open field across the lake from Hogwarts. For the snitch catching drills Orlando wanted to practice with Draco they did not require the Quidditch pitch which gave them the freedom to practice whenever they chose.
"I don't get you Baragon, you're destined to inherit Baragon Broomsticks, and yet you still have only a Nimbus 2001?" Draco drawled. It was half an insult, half a challenge.
Orlando took the challenge.
"For your information I have a Firebolt, but I choose to use my Nimbus 2001 in the games. The Firebolt's speed and agility maybe all well and dandy for a seeker like you and Potter but for a chaser, a person who's going to get hit from all sides in a game, I need something a little more sturdy. Nimbus 2001, solid as a rock." Orlando slapped the side of his broomstick for emphasis.
"Could I have your Firebolt, then?" Draco raised a hopeful eyebrow.
"No, I don't give away freebies. Now, as I was saying before, it's very simple, which one of these do you want to be looking for during the game?" Baragon, spoke in a stern business like voice as he held up the snitch in one hand and a flying memo with a picture of Harry Potter attached to it in the other.
Draco rolled his eyes and pointed to the golden snitch.
"Good. Now let's try it for real." Orlando sent off the memo into the air followed by the snitch. The golden ball took off in its usual random directions, while the memo began to circle Draco. "Now I'm going reenact the stadium environment."
With that Orlando also began to circle Draco except at a much larger circumference.
"Yeah! Go Slytherin! Score a goal! Kick some arse!" He was yelling and screaming as if he were a psyched up fan.
Draco emitted a low growl as the memo and Baragon passed into his field of vision.
No......
Remember think only of the snitch! The Snitch!
Draco closed his eyes then opened them again trying to clear his thoughts.
Don't get distracted.
"WOOOOOOOHOOOOOO!" Orlando went flying by again
Stupid Baragon!
The memo zoomed by.
Stupid Potter!
"Oh, Malfoy there's something over your shoulder that you seem to be missing." Baragon spoke from behind Draco.
Draco whirled around quite alarmed, sure enough the snitch hovered right next to him, then zoomed off again.
"Dammit!" Malfoy slapped the end of his Broomstick.
Orlando shook his head looking quite irritated. "This is going to take a lot of work."
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Anna Ominous, Melificent Killington, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle were waiting in the Slytherin Quidditch locker room, for their captain and seeker.
Zacherias Smith of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team had had a most unfortunate allergic reaction to one of the Weasely's Skiving SnackBoxes. This left Hufflepuff's time on the Quidditch pitch up for grabs, which Anna Ominous, keeper for the Slytherins, quickly grabbed.
Needless to say the Slytherins were very surprised when Orlando and Draco walked into the locker room soaking wet with lake weed stuck to their hair.
"What happened to you guys?" Blaise looked both shocked and about to burst out laughing.
"Giant Squid." Anna answered reading the thought that came to Orlando's mind.
"Yep." Draco's eye twitched slightly as he pulled a piece of lake weed from his hair.
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Draco reached. He could feel the rush of air from the beat of the snitch's wings against his fingers.
The water was splashing in the wake of the speed of his broom.
So close.
Suddenly his broom lurched to a stop, however it was not by his hand, so when the broom stopped he kept going and plunged into the water.
"What happened?" Orlando pulled up alongside on his broomstick.
"I don't.......know......my broom.....just stopped." Draco sputtered trying to keep himself afloat in the water.
Orlando extended his hand to help Draco when a slimy tentacle shot up and wrapped around Baragon's broomstick.
"Oh bloody-----HEEEEEELLLLLL!" Orlando screamed as the tentacle swung the broomstick he was holding onto around. Then it splashed Baragon straight into the water next to Draco.
"Well at least we know what grabbed you." Said Orlando when he emerged from the water's surface.
"Good God." Draco gasped when great monstrosity in the form of a Squid rose out of the water.
The beast rose out of the water, with their broomsticks wrapped tightly in two tentacles. And it didn't look very pleased.
Draco and Orlando looked at each other then back at the giant squid, absolutely petrified.
"What do we do?" Draco gasped out.
"I don't know, I missed Professor Hagrid's class on what to do when you come across an angry giant squid." Orlando yelled back looking very alarmed.
"Well we've got do something!"
"No kidding! The beast has got my Nimbus!"
"What?!"
"Shut up and grab your wand!"
By this time the squid was flailing it's tentacles around and causing great splashes of water to rise up, which broke over Draco and Orlando, causing them to be submerged again.
"What spell should we do?" Draco, sputtered when he came to the surface again.
"I don't know!" Orlando coughed. "Uh..... Immobilous?"
"Worth a try."
"IMMOBILOUS!" The two Slytherins called at the same time.
The squid froze and began to sink into the water.
"Quickly!" Orlando shouted. "Accio, Nimbus!"
The two brooms flew out of the squid's grasp and toward the two boys. They caught their brooms and quickly swam for shore.
"Well....that was...an...adventure." Orlando panted as he looked back at the squid that was now beginning to move again.
"Yeah." Draco agreed looking just as winded from the hard swim they had just done.
The two Slytherins looked at each other and burst out laughing. Then, as abruptly as he had started, Draco stopped and focused on something over Orlando's shoulder.
"What?" Orlando still had the smile on his face from laughing, as he noticed Draco moving toward him.
Draco didn't answer.
"What is it?" Orlando's smile faded as Draco drew up to him.
Without warning Draco's hand reached past the side of Orlando's face and over his shoulder. Orlando alarmed side stepped and backed away.
"What hell was that?!"
Draco turned to the Slytherin captain with a smirk on his face.
"Don't get distracted." The Slytherin prince held up the snitch in his hand.
Orlando looked at him wide eyed for a moment, then a big smile drew across his face.
"I knew it! I knew you were good when you got Potter out of your head! Excellent!"
Draco smiled proudly.
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"Now all we have to do is make him stay out of your head.." Orlando answered. "But for now, what are you guys in uniform for? Hufflepuff has the field today."
"Not any more." Melificent Killington smirked. "Old Zachy tried to skiv and paid the price."
"Great!" Baragon's smile grew bright. "If you guys wouldn't mind hitting us with a Scourgify, we can get going."
Anna pulled out her wand and pointed it at Draco and Orlando.
"NOOOOOO!" Melificent got in front of Draco. "Do you have any idea what you were about to do?!"
"Clean him up?" Anna raised her eyebrow at Melificent.
"Scourgify will completely fry his hair! It's very delicate."
Draco looked at Orlando as if to say, where'd she come from?
"Her parents are owners of one of the most famous beauty salons in the wizarding world." Baragon whispered back.
"Oh yeah I forgot."
"Easy thing to do until these moments."
Draco was startled when Melificent took hold of his hair and put it in a draw string bag, tighten the strings so the bag held securely around the back of Draco's head.
"There! Now you can scourgify him all you want." said Melificent looking very pleased with herself...
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Professor Tonks was standing on a stool trying to get a different perspective of what her office looked like with her new Weird Sisters posters up when there was a knock on office door.
"Come in." Tonks called out cheerfully
Draco cautiously entered.
"Hey, Draco! What brings you by----oh!" Tonks greeted the Slytherin, but unfortunately lost her balance on the stool and fell over.
After overcoming his surprise and suppressing a laugh, Draco ran over to where Tonks had fallen.
"You okay?" He looked at her unable to hide the amused expression on his face.
"I'm fine." Tonks insisted, sounding a bit winded, grabbing on to her office desk and pulling herself up. "So what can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you were not busy," Draco spoke slowly, slightly nervous about how she would react to what he was about to ask. No doubt she had heard of his reputation and his family. Most likely she would patronize him, asking why a Malfoy would want to know how to better use Defense Against the Dark Arts. However he had to try, his life might depend on it. "Could you give me some extra lessons in Defense Against the Dark Arts, particularly the spells I could use against a Spiritus Apographon."
Draco braced for Tonk's reaction.
"I'd be glad too!" Tonks looked delighted. "When do you want to start?"
"Oh, uh." Draco was taken a bit off guard by her so readily agreeing to help him. "Monday then, after class?"
"Sounds good, I'll start making up a lesson plan." Tonks smiled brightly. 'Is there anything else you want to talk or ask about?"
Draco almost smiled back when he sudden felt a stinging pain shoot up his arm. His painkiller was wearing off.
"Oh, no. That's all. Thank you." Draco spoke quickly wanting to get out of the room and chug down his painkiller. He quickly edged toward the door "Goodbye."
"See you tomorrow in class." Tonks waved from her desk.
Draco nodded and walked out the door, he would have been feeling a little happier, that someone was willing to help him without acknowledging he was a Malfoy asking for help, and making him feel weak. He would have been feeling happy if his arm didn't feel like it was being stabbed by a thousand knives.
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Sorry for the wait. I had another pet project get into my head that I had to write out, but don't worry this story is still going strong.
This chapter is one of those character chapters, where the story doesn't necessarily move forward, but it does establish relationships and characters, that contribute to the progression of the story later on. Also, I wanted to officially introduce the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team.
Next chapter Draco will have his first lesson with Tonks, and find out something very shocking about his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. At least shocking for him.
Till Next Time.
-Vega Sailor