- A natural-

"This better be worth it Malfoy." I huff, walking onto the Quidditch pitch.

"Relax Potter, you're in excellent hands." He gestures to himself.

"Then why aren't you trying out for the team? Hmmm?" I question as he shoves a broom in my hand, ignoring me.

"We don't have long, so stop moaning. Now, get on the broom... good, at least you can do that."

"Shut up."

"Now kick off."

"Into the air?" I gulp.

"Yes, where else?" He looks at my nervous expression and sighs, "It's perfectly safe Potter. Just because Longbottom can't control a broom doesn't mean you'll end up with a broken wrist too. Now kick off"

"Alright, alright." I inhale, kicking off the ground, the broom starts to levitate.

"Now lean forwards, and fly. Come on it's easy."

"Fly. Come on it's easy" I mock in a high pitched voice, but listen to him anyway. I stay low to the ground at first, but slowly go higher and quicker. I got the hang of it and realised it wasn't too bad. 

"Right Im going to throw the Quaffle at you now." Malfoy yells from below.

"Wha-" I start as a ball comes flying at me.Thankfully I catch it.  Malfoy joins me in the air and we throw the ball back and forth to start with. I try shooting a few times, either I was pretty decent or Malfoy was just a terrible keeper.

"Are you going easy on me?" I ask, as I score another goal.

He scowls, "No. I'm trying , really. I told you, you'd be good at this."

"Right." I state as he flies over.

"Okay one last thing."

"I'm tired though, and we have a few more days." I protest

"No. Besides this is the most important part." He chucks me the ball. "Im going to try get the Quaffle off you. Ready? I'll give you a head start"

"Ugh" I groan, flying away from him, a few seconds he races after me, I swerve in between the towers. "Come on Malfoy, is that all you got?"

He scowls, speeding up so that we're parallel to each other. Barging into me, he tries to grab the ball.

"um ow." I nudge him back before changing direction. I look behind me, but he's disappeared. "Malfoy?" Im about to turn back a round when he flies past, stealing the ball out my hand.

"You've gotta stay focused Potter, that was too easy." He laughs, landing below me. 

"Whatever." I roll my eyes, still hovering in the air.

"We can call it day now." He shrugs looking up at me.

"Thank goodness." I lower my broom to the ground, but it doesn't go as smoothly I hoped and I end up toppling over onto my back, grunting at the impact.

"Really? The one thing you struggled with was landing?" Malfoy laughs.

"You didn't tell me how to land!"

"I didn't think it needed explaining." he carries on laughing.

"Stop, it's not funny." I grumble laying on the ground. "You're so annoying."

A hand appears in front of my face, "Come on, we better get back before it gets dark." he explains as he helps me up.

I dust myself off , " So do you think I have a chance? On the team?"

"Yeah, i mean you're a natural and it's not like they can say no to a first year now. Also you don't need to land until the games over" He smirks.

I roll my eyes, "Shut up ...hey um Draco." He stops, turning towards me. "Thank you, for helping me. I know it's just because you can't stand the idea of my brother being better, but still, I had fun today."

He looks at me slightly speechless, "Uh.. yeah, no problem." He clears his throat, " I mean I have fun too... especially watching you land on your face."

Rolling my eyes again, I shove him gently, laughing. "Such an idiot." He smirks, before we continue back to the castle.

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Im staring at the food on my plate, pushing it around every so often. It's my first Quidditch match today, apparently Flint said he'll decide if im good enough for the team based off it. I've practised with Draco but still i was super nervous.

"Hello.. Jade. Ready for today?"

I look up slightly shocked by the use of my first name, "Uh i guess so. "

"How does it feel to be the youngest Slytherin player and first female chaser in over fifty years?

"Progressive... um  If we lose , do you think they'll blame me?"

"Probably."

"Oh great. Thanks." I mumble, as two owls fly down, each with brooms in their hold. Hedwig drops on of the brooms in front of Harry and I get the other. 

"Well don't just stare, open it." Draco gestures. As I remove the packaging I hear a gasp.

"That's a Nimbus 2000."

"A what?"

"Only the best broom on the market."

"But who- how?" I look around and my eyes land on Snape, he nods. I smile looking back down at the broom.

...

"Hey, Im Roxanna. Fifth year " A girl approaches me, holding her hand out, "Im the Keeper."

"Jade. Im a chaser" I smile, shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you, i've been on the team since my 2nd year and this is the first time another girl has been on the team. I heard before me it had been at least ten years."

"Really? Do you think it's a Slytherin thing or-?"

"Definitely a Slytherin thing. Honestly so stupid though, Im better then half the team and I heard you're quite the natural."

I laugh, "Well we will see."

"You'll be fine, don't worry." She pats my shoulder as we head to line up. I stand next to Flint.

"Nervous Potter?"  Flint looks down at me.

"No." I gulp.

He laughs,  "Good. If in doubt, just pass the ball to me"

I nod as the doors open, and we mount our brooms, flying out onto the pitch. 

"Hello and welcome to Hogwarts first Quidditch game of the season. Today's game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor! The players take their position as Madam Hooch steps onto the field to begin the game!" Lee announces.

"Now, I wand a nice, clean game from all of you." She looks at Flint.

"The Bludgers are up, followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the Snitch is worth 150 points. The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game. The Quaffle is released and the game begins!"

I watch as Madam Hooch throws the Quaffle in the air, a girl from Gryffindor grabs it , she dodges the other Slytherins as she flies towards her goal .

"Angelina Johnson scores! Ten points for Gryffindor!"

"Come on Potter!" Pucey yells, I shake my head focusing back on the game.

"Slytherin takes the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint."

I follow close as Flint tries to score but the Keep blocks it. The Quaffle heads towards a Gryffindor but I fly in front catching, I try scoring again and by some luck do.

"Jade Potter scores! Ten points for Slytherin!"

I smile, before racing after the Gryffindors but I was too slow. "Another 10 points to Gryffindor!" I huff, the competitiveness in me grows.

The Slytherins miss again but this time im quicker catching up with the cashers from Gryffindor. I get the Quaffle off Angeline but when I turn back to our goal I see that Wood has been knocked off his broom. Ah, flint as started to play dirty. I contemplate waiting for Wood to get back up, but since I was trying to prove myself this game I didn't. I headed straight for the goals, scoring again.

"Another ten from Potter!"

"Take that side." Flint points to other chaser. "and Potter, get up front."

I nod speeding ahead of Angelina as the two others barge either side of her, she drops the Quaffle. I race down to get it, then pass it to Flint, who scores. I felt bad for playing bad, wait, no I didn't because winning  felt even better.

I fly towards a Gryffindor chaser, as I speed past her I snatch the Quaffle out of her hand, heading straight to the goal. I score again. As I look behind me I see Harry being knocked around by his broomstick.  I fly over as he is hanging on my one arm.

"What are you doing?" I hiss.

"I don't know. My broom it won't stop moving."

Before I can ask another question some one yells my name, I turn just in time to see a Bludger heading straight towards me. "uh oh." It hit me straight in the head, knocking me off my broom. My vision blurs as I feel myself fall. I don't remember hitting the ground.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I wake up with a pounding headache and the sound of hush voices.

"Can't believe Hootch allowed it."

"Neither, honestly biased if you ask me."

"Guys, she's waking up."

My sight starts to clear and I see the Slytherin team all looking down at me. "So i'm guessing we didn't win?" I cringe.

"No. Your brother caught the snitch . Score was 170- 60. You played well though" Roxanna smiles.

"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it." Flint corrects her. 

"Oh. What a shame. I really wanted to win." I sigh.

"Didn't we all? But i'll give it to you Potter, you really are a natural,  scored half the goals until you were knocked out by your own teammate" Flint points to the boy next to him.

"I was aiming for her brother!"

"Well, get some rest... can't have you missing any practices."

"Wait, so im on the team, officially?" I ask.

"Yes. Congrats Potter." Flint states walking out.

"I guess I'll be seeing you around." Roxanna smiles at me before following Flint. "Oh you've got a guest

"Who?" I sit up and spot Draco. "Oh, hey."

"Hey, guess you didn't need to land in the end." He jokes, sitting on the end of the bed.

"Shut up."

"You're probably in better condition then if you had tried to land yourself." He keeps on going.

"Have you just come here to make joke about me?"

"No- slightly. I also came to say that you played well. Clearly, had a great teacher." He smirks.

"Clearly." I tut, rolling my eyes. "We lost though."

"Yeah can't believe they let Potter away with that."

"Hmm... do you know what was up with his broom?"

"No. But I wish he fell, we could've won then."

"Maybe." I sigh, "I'll have to ask him about it though"

"So did Flint say anything about you?"

My eyes widen in excitement, "Yes. He said he'll see me at practice. I made it!"

Draco smiles. "See I knew you'd do it!"