I woke up bright and early, ready for flying lessons. It's a shame we have to take lessons with the Gryffindors, I have a feeling one of them is going to try to show-off. And by one person, I mean Harry fucking Potter.

I met up with my Thunderstorms. Loriander handed us the firebolts she lent us, and we set off to the Great Hall.

I was shoving down my eggs when mail arrived. As usual, I didn't recieve any mail, but Malfoy sure did. His owl dropped of packages and packages of sweets. I didn't realize I was staring until he tossed a pack of candy to me.

"Thanks, Malfoy." I nodded.

He smiled. "You're welcome Potter, just call me Draco."

I smiled a genuine smile, something which I only do around the Dursleys and my Thunderstorms. "Under one condition," I smirked when Draco raised his eyebrows. "I'm Shade. Bloody hell, you can call me anything. Anything but Potter."

He nodded. "Alright, i'll call you Fire." I shrugged. "Fine with me!"

I rolled my eyes when Parkinson tried to get Draco to give her a pack, to which she was failing horribly with. "Please Drakey-Poo! You gave that frickin' Potter a pack, but you can't give me one?" She whined.

I tuned out of their conversation, popping candy after candy into my mouth. I noticed Harry glaring jealously at me.

I sent him a mocking smirk, pretending to swoon at Draco which Draco chuckled at. He wrapped his arms around me, and stuck out his tongue at Harry.

Harry glared, but then his glare turned into a smirk. He reached out toward Hermione, but was stopped by Ron's glare. I snorted, and Draco laughed.

Draco leaned towards me, but stopped halfway, staring at me as if asking for permission. I smiled. His worried face turned upside-down into a grin as he kissed the top of my head.

Harry choked, pretending to vomit with disgust. I just sent him a fake smile, then exited the Great Hall with Draco and my Thunderstorms.

All the students from Gryffindor and Slytherin lined up, their brooms on the ground in front of us. We were all talking and laughing. But then Madam Hooch arrived. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She barked to some Gryffindors who wasn't paying attention. When all of us were ready, she barked out, "Stick out your right hand over your broom, and say UP!"

"UP!" Everyone shouted out. I smirked when me, my Thunderstorms, Draco, and sadly Harry, was able to get their brooms up. I laughed especially loud as Ron's whacked him in the face.

Pretty soon, everyone was able to get their brooms off the ground.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, I want you to to kick off from the ground, hard."

"Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, then come down. On my whistle-three-two-" "HEY! GET BACK DOWN HERE!" She screamed, when a Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom, kicked off.

He kept on rising higher then higher. Then he slid off. He landed on the ground with a CRACK! He was blubbering as a baby, clutching his wrist.

"Broken wrist, Come on, boy, to the Hospital Wing!" She warned us to not get a single foot off the ground, then left.

I then saw Neville's Remembrall lying by the tree. I nudged Draco,, who noticed it too. He smirked, grabbing it. "Look! It's that stupid thing his grandmother sent him!" He shouted, raising it up to the air.

"Give it here, Malfoy." Harry said quietly.

Draco laughed. "Come and get it then!"

He flew up, Harry following him, despite Hermione's attempts to stop him.

Sighing, I flew up too. Harry is always sticking his nose into things… I flew behind Harry, motioning for Draco to pass it to me. He threw it, and I caught it easily.

Harry spun around, but then turned back again when I threw it to Draco who… fumbled and dropped it.

I mentally cursed, then flying as fast as I can, making a spiral- to which people whistled in awe at.

Harry and I, now neck to neck, was speeding toward the ground. We both caught it at the same time, fighting over it. Then McGonagall and Snape came hurrying out. "HARRY POTTER!" She screamed, rage and worry flooding her gaze. "Never- in all my time at Hogwarts-" Then she

shook her head. "Come with me…" I stuck out my tongue toward Harry as he walked away, Professor McGonagall literally dragging him.

"Shade Potter, you come with me." Snape mumbled, dragging me.

We entered Hogwarts. Snape went into a classroom, coming out a second later with a boy.

"Marcus, I brought you a seeker or chaser, you choose. She has the talents of both, caught that thing within a distance of fifty feet from the thrower, then diving down fifty feet, pulling up within a centimeter from the ground…" The boy smiled. "Alright, i'll talk to her." Snape nodded, then left.

Marcus then turned to me. "Name's Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin quidditch team." I then stared in awe, for I heard all about quidditch. It is rare for a first year to play quidditch. "Alright, Potter, come to tryouts, then we'll see which position you're better at. You know how to play?"

"OH HELL, YES! QUIDDITCH IS MY DREAM!"

He chuckled. "Alright, I need to get you a broom."

I smirked. "I already have one- well I lent it from my friend who's a third year, she plays chaser, I think, Loriander Sanches? She lent me an extra firebolt."

Flint. Nodded. "Yes, yes, fine player she is. She and Lorander are excellent chasers, we just need one more chaser and seeker."

I nodded. "When is tryouts?"

"Let's see, Saturday, next week, I suppose."

"Great, see you then!"

I skipped to the Great Hall, smiling. "Guess who's playing Chaser or Seeker on the quidditch team!" I sang.

Awe. Jealousy. Surprise. Proud. All of those emotions flashed in different faces.

"Damn, Fire, you must be the first first year to play in about a century!" Draco whispered, awe and pride brimming in his eyes.

Loriander turned to me. "Screw lending you my firebolt, I'm giving it to you!" She cheered.

I smiled sweetly. "Awe, thanks Lori! Tryouts is Saturday, at three-o-clock!" Life's good.