The next month of school was filled to the brim with fun, friends, essays, Weasel drama, visits to Venenuma and classes. Harry had found that he loved all classes but really enjoyed Transfiguration, Potions and DADA. Draco was better and enjoyed Charms more than Transfiguration and they were both in the top of all our classes.

Now however, a very excited blonde was now dragging him by the arm to the grounds where they would be having their first flying lesson. Blaise and a girl named Pansy Parkinson were trailing behind trying very hard not to laugh at Draco's eagerness. Harry sighed,"Honestly Draco must you have such a tight grip. You're killing me." Draco loosened his grip but didn't let go or even look behind him. They reached the grounds, and surprisingly found that most of the class was already there. Harry looked at the rest of the class and groaned as he saw that we had this class with the Gryffindors. Draco and Pansy made a face while Blaise just stood up straighter.

Soon the rest of the class arrived and a woman with spiky windswept white hair and yellow eyes came striding towards them. The chatter abruptly stopped as she neared.

" Hello everyone my name is Madam Hooch. In this lesson we will not be dilly dallying at all we will work with precision and accuracy. With that everyone standing the right side of your broomstick and command to raise into your hand by saying 'up' The quartet of Slytherins walked up to the line of brooms set up, unfortunately with Weasel and his crew of Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan on his sides. Harry watched the others before trying it on his own, Draco easily got it first try as well as a couple others but some only managed to make theirs wiggle. Most of the Gryffindors had to repeat themselves multiple times to get theirs up. Harry noticed that they all seemed to be yelling and demanding their brooms. Harry frowned and was pulled out of his thoughts as Madam Hooch appeared behind him.

" Go on Mr.Potter, don't be scared." Harry looked down at the broom and put his hand out. Draco, already having his broom in his hand, and a couple others watched Harry wiring to see if he would become a future quidditch player.

" Up please." Harry spoke softly and quietly but definitely a firm voice. Madam Hooch frowned when Harry spoke and was about to correct him when the broom came immediately flying into his hand. Harry looked up at Madam Hooch and smiled, " I wasn't scared just observing." Madam Hooch was about to say more when Weasels broom suddenly jerked up and hit him in the face. Almost everyone in the class was snickering while others had to try very hard not to smile(Slytherins). Harry was staring at him as he rubbed the sore spot in his head. He was caught.

"What are you looking at, Potter?" Harry blinked and innocently smiled at him, " Oh nothing just admiring the bruise on your forehead." The Slytherins started to snicker behind their hands as Weasel turned redder than his hair.

"That's it Potter I'm done being nice to you. I challenge you to duel." Everybody gasped as a blue light surrounded around Harry and Weasel. Harry remembered reading about this in one of his books and immediately knew what to do. Ignoring all the looks from outside the bubble, he pulled out his wand and held it loosely at his side. Weasel smirked as he thought that Harry would never beat him. Harry smiled mischievously and pointed his wand at Weasel deciding to play a game with him. Little did everyone in the class including Draco, Harry had been staying up long hours of the night practicing all kinds of spells. Weasel shot the first spell "Ricumpsemptra!" Harry easily sidestepped the spell. He gripped his wand and uttered a long string of curses, jinxes and hexes all at once. A rainbow of colors shot through his wand and he watched as Weasel crumpled to the floor, then was covered in boils, pimples, hair, cuts, bruises and blood. The blue light disappeared coming over Weasel first then pausing at Harry. Harry walked to Weasel and cast multiple healing spells getting rid of any physical signs of the duel. Harry turned to walk away and was faced with a few dozen faces filled with shock, awe, anger, and fear. Draco was about to say something when Harry felt an odd crackling in his own magic.

Harry turned and felt his magic put up a Avada Kedevra green bubble around him as he saw Weasels wand pointed at his heart. An orange light shot out of the tip of his wand and hit Harry's shield. The force sent a wave of raw magic from Harry outwards sending most of the students ten feet away from Harry and on the damp grass. Weasel, since it was his spell that encoded the shield, was knocked unconscious. Madame Hooch was staring at Harry in awe of his pure power. The oddest reaction, which went unnoticed by everyone, was Draco's. The young Malfoy had closed his eyes and smiled in the pure happiness that came over him. He basked in it for a mere second before it was roughly snatched back. He frowned and opened his eyes to see Harry breathing deeply attempting to control his magic. But sadly the green tendrils did not want to let up, they jabbed and sharpened in foggy spikes around him, protecting him. Draco saw him panicking and quickly made his way towards him.

" Mister Malfoy! Stay back!" Madame Hooch was attempting to stop him but to no avail. Draco was already at the edge of the spikes when she started to call him. He hesitated at the spikes wondering if they would hurt him. He reached a hand out and was amazed to see Harry's magic immediately respond and magically pull the blonde into the protective bubble. Draco didn't question it and pulled the overwhelmed and trembling Harry into a tight hug. "It's alright Harry. Your safe now. It's ok now. Calm down Har." Harry slowly seeped into Draco's hug and calmed down. His magic stopped swirling and slowly retreated back into Harry. Madame Hooch smiled fondly and immediately understood the scene. Harry pulled out of the embrace and looked around.

"Oops." Draco laughed and stepped back from Harry. Weasel and some of the others that were knocked out came to and stood up shakily. Everyone one was perfectly fine except for a little frazzled.. well almost everyone. As Weasel stood up he gagged. He clutched his stomach and turned a nasty shade of green. Slugs, great big slimy black slugs, came spewing from his mouth by the dozens. Practically everyone gagged or made a face of repulsion before turning away. Madame Hooch rushed forward and conjured a giant cauldron,"Well Mister Weasley, I must say that this will be enough punishment for attacking a student from behind. I daresay though Mister Potter that was an extraordinary display of magic. Not only did you send the jinx back at him but managed to multiply it's power. 5 points to Slytherin." Harry blushed and looking down mumbled a quiet thanks. " I must take Mister Weasley here to the infirmary so I will be right back. Everyone must stay on the ground, anyone who raises even an inch of the ground will be expelled before you can say quidditch." She walked off with the red headed rodent following close behind.

The Slytherins came up to Harry and praised his magical abilities. A few Gryffindors gave a small smile and nod in acknowledgement but most of them were glaring at him. One boy, Seamus Finnigan, came up to Harry and Draco and started blabbing his mouth,"I mean honestly can't you ever be normal, your such a freak Potter." Harry tensed and looked at Finnigan with fear evident in his wide eyes. He was talking so much like Vernon it hurt Harry to think he could have been placed in this house. Draco narrowed his eyes and sneered at the Irish boy.

"Take that back." Draco practically growled at him. Finnigan smirked and shook his head. Draco started to advance on him when he was pulled back by Harry. He sighed and was about to walk off with him when he saw the boy pick up something off the grass. Upon further inspection, they saw that it was bracelet. Pansy gasped and shot her hand to her left wrist feeling for something that wasn't there. Finnigan noticed and wagged it towards her.

"Is this yours?" She nodded and reached out for it," Well it's rather pretty I think I'll keep it as a gift for my sis. She loves jewelry but always ends up breaking it. Tragic really." Pansy grew red in the face and opened her mouth but someone beat her to it.

" Give it back Finnigan," Harry's green eyes flashed in warning. People backed up in fear but not Finnigan. Finnigan walked over to his broom and mounted it.

"You want it, come get it." With that he took off into the sky, fifty feet in the air. Harry mounted the nearest broom and took off.

"Harry wait!" Draco scrambled to find a broom and went after Harry. Draco already knew how to fly as did Finnigan and they could both fly decently. Harry on the other hand had never flown before and was doing better than both off them combined. He swirled through the air. The crisp wind cutting across his face. He felt free, happy. He stopped in front of Finnigan and held his hand. Finnigan smirked and threw it into the air. Draco, who had been right behind Harry, dragged his broom up, caught it easily and came back down. The brown eyes of an Irish boy blazed into Draco's skull for a second before starting a chase. They zigzagged all around the sky and eventually began to tire out.

"Harry!" Draco caught Harry's attention and threw the bracelet. He overshot. It sailed over Harry's head and down towards the ground. Harry dives after it. The vertical plunge took the breath out of Harry but he kept going growing closer to not only the bracelet but the grounds below. Closer, closer closer, harry was a good ten feet away from the ground when he caught the bracelet. He hastily pulled his broom and spiraled back up until he reached the smug Draco.

"What?" Draco chuckled and shook his head and was going to respond when a familiar voice was heard.

"MISTER MALFOY, MISTER POTTER PLEASE GET DOWN AND FOLLOW ME!" Snapes voice had many Gryffindors faces pale. Draco and Harry gulped and headed down. When they landed, they set the brooms down and walked towards the waiting Potions Master. His face showed no emotion but almost smiled when he saw Harry hand Pansy her bracelet. They passed many looks of sympathy but also one especially smug look from a certain Irish boy.

Professor Snape led them towards the DADA classroom and called for a 'flint'. Draco seemed confused as to why there was another student needed to issue an expulsion. Harry on the other hand was freaking out. What was a flint? Were they going to beat him? Were they going to beat Draco? Harry stiffened at that thought and subtly stepped in front of Draco, putting a physical barrier between him and Snape. He didn't really think Snape would do anything but he didn't want to take any chances, he learned the hard way from the Dursleys. Soon a boy with black hair and crooked teeth walked into view and Harry took a slightly protective stance. Snape turned to the boys and was slightly confused when he saw Harry.

" Boys this is Marcus Flint, the quidditch captain of the Slytherin team. If I'm correct we still need a Chaser and a Seeker, yes?" Flint nodded intrigued and puzzled," Well Draco here is your Chaser and Harry your seeker. Before you speak Mister Flint I would hope that you seriously consider this seeing as Draco effectively managed to grow of a pesky Gryffindor and throw a bracelet, with little aim error, and Harry caught after a perfect sixty foot dive." Flints eyes comically widened and agreed to have a practice with them to see their true skills. He excused himself and walked back into class. Harry and Draco were still confused but relieved that they weren't in trouble. Snape turned to them and, seeing their confused looks, clarified the situation for them.

"Welcome to the quidditch team boys."

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