McGonagall had arranged for the Quidditch trials to be held on a Saturday because so many people had put down their names. It was two weeks after school had started, and the excitement was rising for the tryouts. It was a warm and sunny day, and the Quidditch pitch was flooded with people, and everyone had a broom, from the second years with school brooms to the older students with their own brooms.

Harry had already tried for beaters, and got two very good one's, but nowhere near Fred and George's league. Now he was trying out chasers, and he already had Katie Bell from the previous year. He only had two chasers to choose and it was decisively difficult. There were four good chasers, and Harry knew all them well.

Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley, Tashia Truevale and Amera Genesse were taken from the best groups of flyers. Now it came to deciding. Dean Thomas was very good, but he tended to keep the quaffle to himself. Tashia was also good, but she never seemed to get a proper hold on the ball to throw it through the hoops. That only left Ginny and Amera. Amera was the best goal scorer, and the fastest flyer other than Ginny. Ginny was a team player and was really good at dodging bludgers.

"Ginny. Amera. Fly one round with Katie and see how you do." Harry announced after five minutes.

Amera and Ginny made no fuss and took off instantly, flying one round with Katie and passing the quaffle between the three of them. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that these were his three chasers.

"Ginny. Amera. You made the team."

Ginny and Amera hugged each other in mid-air, even though they only knew each other from passing, and landed back on the ground. The last group were the keepers, and there was close tie between Ron and a burly boy named Cormac McLaggen. Ron saved five out of five goals, while McLaggen only saved four, with a very strange sense that he couldn't fly a broom. Ron was called for keeper, much to McLaggen's dismay, and they decided on the next team practice.

"Thursday at five. Don't be late, any of you." Harry shouted, and his new team followed him back up to the common room.

"Look at them, so happy go freaking lucky. Stupid Gryffindors." Draco was sitting by the lake alone, throwing stones into the water.

He watched the Gryffindors going up to the castle, laughing and talking about their Quidditch practice.

"I could be happy. If only…" Draco's mind wandered, and he shook his head.

"I am happy. All I need is servants!" he tried to convince himself.

He sighed and shook his head again. He took out his wand, and held it in an open hand.

"It's all because of this." He took his wand and threw it into the lake.

It didn't make it into the water; instead, it bounced right off the water and hit Draco on the head.

"Fuck! What the…" Draco picked up his wand, and threw it back into the lake.

Once again, it bounced off the surface of the water and came flying for his head again. He caught it before it came too close to hitting his head.

"What the…" Draco strode up to the water, and stood ready.

He conjured a rock and string, and tied it to his wand. He held the rock, with his wand dangling freely from the string. He threw the rock as far as he could, and watched the rock fall into the water, but as soon as his wand touched the water, the rock came out of the water again and flew straight for Draco's head.

"Oh damn…"

Draco ducked and felt the rush of air go over his head from the rock. He heard a thud and saw the rock embedded in the tree he was just sitting at, with his wand hanging from the string.

"I think it's afraid of water…"

Draco went to the rock in the tree, and pried the rock out if it. He looked at his wand, and thought what could make it do this. He walked to the water, and put his wand tip to it…the water turned to ice and resembled something of letters.

"What…" he frowned.

It looked something like NOT YET.

"Doing your own spells now are you?"

The next thing, there was a puff of white fog and Draco couldn't see. He could barely see his hands in front of him, and heard something…a girl, laughing.

"Who's there?" he said softly.

There was another laugh.

"You know who I am Draco…"

He felt something swirl around him, and looked back. Out of nowhere, a beautiful face came right up to him and kissed him on the lips.

"You know it's what you want…" the voice faded away, with another soft laugh.

Draco blinked, and it was all gone. The fog and the beautiful girl.

"Nice charm…damn wand."

Draco put his wand away and went back up to the castle.