Alrighty, then! Here's chapter three! I hope you guys like it!
The Normal Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling, I'd have written Draco Malfoy as the main character, and made the books not very suitable for the younger audiences. ;) But sadly, I'm not Rowling, so I don't own her characters. But I do own mine. And the plot. Sort of…
Blaze and Hazel settled easily into their new classes, enjoying the magic they learned but impatient as they learned that even the most basic spells were incredibly difficult.
The girls instantly disliked Draco Malfoy, the blond boy from the first night. He'd quickly singled out his targets, and seemed pissed off with Hazel for God only knew what reason. Most of the students he bullied were from other houses, but Hazel was just special enough for him to hate a Slytherin.
Especially because of Draco, Hazel had learned to keep her half-blood status to herself when she first heard that it was frowned upon. Malfoy had been bragging about how it wasn't fair that first years couldn't join the house Quidditch teams, and how he would have obviously made it. Hazel had leaned over to Blaze and whispered, "What's Quidditch? They don't have it in the muggle world."
Blaze snapped her lighter shut and hurried her friend away from Malfoy. While they were going, she whispered to Hazel, "You're Slytherin, and as far as anyone knows, both of your parents are magic." Her eyes were watching her feet step forward, one after the other, as they walked down the halls. "Don't ask questions like that where people can hear you. Just pretend that you know what the hell they're talking about, but don't try to contribute and you'll catch on just fine, hon."
She did catch on, just as Blaze had told her, and nearly burst with excitement for her first flying lesson. She'd only been able to fly in a plane in the muggle world. Flying on a broom sounded exciting, exhilarating.
Hazel and Blaze hung at the back of the Slytherin pack as the Gryffindors and then Madame Hooch arrived. "Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up," she barked.
As they rushed to their brooms, Madame Hooch called out, "Stick your right hand over the broom and say, 'Up'!"
There was an uneven chorus of 'up's, and only a few of Hazel's classmates' brooms shot up into their waiting hands. Hazel's simply rolled away from her.
Once everyone had their brooms, Madame Hooch showed them how to mount the brooms without sliding off the ends. She came around correcting grips, including Malfoy's. Madame Hooch told him that he'd been doing it wrong for years. Blaze and Hazel didn't miss that, and laughed just a little too loud, to be sure Malfoy would hear.
He did and pointedly glared.
When they were supposed to rise a few feet, one Gryffindor shot straight up before Madame Hooch could blow the whistle.
He was stiff, and when he shifted during his ascent, he slipped and fell to the ground, with a thud and the crack of a bone.
Madame Hooch rushed him to the hospital wing, and Malfoy found the Rememberall the boy had dropped. Harry Potter just had to be a hero and step in, saying, "Give that here, Malfoy."
Malfoy simply gave a nasty grin and taunted Potter, "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find - how about - up a tree?"
Potter yelled, "Give it here!" but Malfoy had already risen into the air and was flying up, up, up. Potter grabbed his broom and followed. He shot toward Malfoy like a bullet out of a gun, nearly knocking him off his broom.
Hazel clapped, even though it was Harry Potter the famous Gryffindor, the attention whore. He had to have practiced before he came to school, and despite the jealousy she felt, she was glad he was trying to put Malfoy in his place.
When Potter turned around, though, Malfoy threw the ball up and flew back down, and just in time. When Potter finally caught the Rememberall, Prof. McGonagall yelled his name and rushed him out. Hazel's smirk disappeared as Malfoy was congratulated by the other Slytherins.
Malfoy's sour mood was back at dinner time, and everyone was whispering about how Harry Potter made the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Did you hear about Potter?
I thought he was in for it when McGonagall caught him flying, but he's on the team!
He won't last a second.
...youngest player in about a century!
Thanks so much to those that added the story to their alert lists, - xXHellsxDreamerXx and DracoMalfoyisMINE (though I must disagree with her there – if he's out there, I will steal him from you) – and to my reviewer, DracoMalfoyisMINE !
People, you got lucky. Thanks to my reviewer, Hazel's cat Jade got fed.
Feed the poor kitty. He's mewling pitifully. *holds cat as he mewls pitifully*
-all you need to do is review. It's love for an innocent animal-