Draco couldn't believe it. Harry gets to come into the school on a flying car, smash the whooping tree, and simply get away with it? And he was spotted in the flying car by a bunch of muggles too! The favoritism of it all stung.
And now, Harry was getting all sort of favoritism from that stupid new defense of the dark arts teacher, the guy who thinks he is so good, but can do absolutely nothing. His first class was literally talking about how good he was at everything and how he knew all sorts of magic. He was more annoying than the stuttering man, who ended up having the dark lord on his head, from last year.
The first week back at Hogwarts was a blur. Classes were tough; everyone forgot everything from last year over summer.
Even the teachers seemed to be in a bad mood. Professor McGonagall was stiffer than ever, and she gave Draco a detention on the third day back. Flitwick was more squeaky and picky than last year, and gave out extra homework, since the class seemed to have forgotten all of the last year's lessons. Snape was just as dark and mysterious as ever and still managed to pick on Harry at every chance.
It was weird having a younger grade than them in the school. They were very small and stupid, most didn't know a thing about magic. One first year Slytherin, didn't know about the password and started crying when he couldn't get in, which all the Slytherin's found very funny.
Draco soon got comfortably back into the regular school routines, memorizing his classes, remembering the old lessons, doing homework on weekends, and bothering Potter in every way possible.
Draco occasionally caught glimpses of Cho in the halls. One time she saw him, and waved shyly, and he waved back feeling a bit dazed. She was very pretty.
Perhaps the brightest moment of the year so far, was the Quidditch tryouts.
Draco tried out for his usual position, the seeker, which of course was the most tough and competitive position. Draco had the new broomstick, which was by far the best broomstick there, but there was some very good competition.
Draco caught every ball thrown toward him, and was one of the smoothest flyers. After his last turn, the captain Marcus Flint winked at him. Draco landed happily knowing that was a good sign.
After the tryout, Marcus Landed beside him. "Gorgeous broom you got there Draco."
"Ya I know." Draco smirked. An idea popped into his head... Will dad be okay with that? Probably. He really wants me to make the team. Just to guarantee my spot.
"Hey Marcus, you know what?" Draco asked. "My dad's a big supporter of the Slytherin house team. If I make it, my dad can talk to Professor Snape and get us all new broomsticks, just like mine."
It worked. "Wow, really? That's... Great! And obviously you're going to make it, you're the best who tried out... And uh, your seeker!" Marcus beamed.
"Awesome! I'll go write to my dad now!" Draco smiled. Seeker! That will show Potter.
Draco ran up to the tower grabbing a sheet and his quill. He quickly wrote to his father explaining how he made the team as a seeker and was wondering if his father could do him a favor of getting the brooms as a reward.
His father agreed. So the Slytherin team soon all had brand new Nimbus three thousands.
Professor Snape seemed pleased. "Very nice. Well boys, when they arrive tomorrow, you guys can go out and have a practice, I'll give you a note. And welcome to the team Draco, we'll see how you do with the team tomorrow."
Draco beamed. Snape scratched on the parchment with his quill with flourish and handed it briskly toward Marcus, leaving the room with a flip of his long robe.
The rest of the day dragged on at an extremely slow pace, even for school. Draco couldn't wait to see Potters face tomorrow at practice.
The following day, Draco, proudly dressed in his brand-new Slytherin quidditch robes marched out alongside with his fellow Slytherin players to invade the Gryffindor's practice.
The Gryffindor team was already practicing when they arrived.
Draco, from behind several of the Slytherin players, could see the Gryffindor players flying around. Draco could see potters outline on his Nimbus two thousand. Draco smirked.
The players seemed to notice them, because all of the sudden Wood, the captain, followed by the team flew down landing sharply in front of them.
Woods face was full out furious, his eyes blazing. Draco stood behind the taller players peering at Harry between them. He was so excited to see Potter's reaction.
Wood stumbled toward Flint. "Flint! This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"
Flint stared at him calmly. "Plenty of room for us all, Wood."
"But I booked the field!" Screamed Wood with a even fiercer look, if possible. "I booked it!"
"Ah, But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape." He read off the sheet in front of him. I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new seeker."
Wood stopped distracted, "You've got a new Seeker? Where?"
Draco knew that was his cue. He stepped out staring at there surprised faces smugly. He could see the shock on Potter's face.
Wood gave his a dirty look, "Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?"
"Funny you should mention Draco's father," Marcus slurred,"Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team."
The team held up there brand-new broomsticks in a line. They watched the Gryffindor teams faces mix with shock, awe and jealousy.
"Very latest model. Only came out last month, I believe it outstrips the old Two thousand series by a considerable amount." Flint continued, "As for the old Clean sweeps, sweeps the board with them."
The Gryffindor's seemed in shock for a moment.
At that moment, Draco spotted that Ron Weasley and the mud blood Granger walking across the field. Flint noticed as well.
"Oh look." Flint snarled. "A field invasion."
They stopped beside the two teams. Ron stared at them. "What's happening? Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?" His eyes narrowed at Malfoy.
Draco smiled enjoying Ron's glares. "I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley. Everyone's just been admiring the new brooms my father bought the team." Draco sneered at Ron's wide-eyes stare at the superb broom in front of him.
"Good aren't they? But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get some new brooms too." Draco continued, unable to resist the urge to make fun of the Weasley's. "You could raffle off those Cleansweep fives; I expect a museum would bid for them." The Slytherin team laughed at the red faced Weasley's who glared at him.
The Girl spoke up sharply, "Atleast no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy there way in, they got in on pure talent."
Draco drew his breath in sharply furiously. How dare she? What, did she asume he was untalented and only got in on his dad's money? Well shows how much she knows. Flint said he would've gotten the part either way. How dare she assume something like that while the only think she could do was marry the Libary.
Consumed with anger, Draco spat out the first thought he had.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood."
The look on everyones faces in that milasecond. Next thing Draco knew, Flint stood before him, protecting him with his body as the Gryffindor team shrieked at him.
"How dare you!" Ron, that idiot, pulled out his taped wand pointing it at Draco's face. Rons face was beet red, "you'll pay for that one, Malfoy!"
But all that Draco did get, was a very amusing show on Ron's wand backfiring and slugs pouring out of his mouth as Potter and Hermione dragged him off the field.
The practice was very upbeat, and soon Draco managed to work smoothly with the team. By the end of the practice, the whole team had accepted him.
Not a single person mentioned the insult he gave Hermione.