Written 3 years ago :). Chapter 5 I think it is. Sorry if some of its information is wrong.
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Potter’s New Broomstick
It was the morning and Draco had slept perfectly during the night except when he tipped off Filch about someone being in the trophy room later but that was still pleasant.
Draco was walking with Crabbe and Goyle who were bickering about who was Draco and Theodore’s favorite.
“Well Nott doesn’t hang out with us much, only during meals. He’s more of a loner,” Goyle said.
They then turned to Draco. “Malfoy,” they began, “who do you-“
But Draco paid them no attention. He saw a certain Weasley and scar in the Great Hall.
“How?” he mumbled.
Things were going well for Draco and his friends except Pansy Parkinson kept trying to join them in everything. Blaise, who was hardly friends with Draco, seemed to handle Pansy fine, though. The only other things that were annoying was Crabbe and Goyle kept him updated about Potter on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
To make matters worse, the next week, they had gotten mail. And so had Potter. Draco had his usual sweets and Potter, that’s exactly what he wanted to know.
Six large screech owls carried a long package and dropped it in front of Potter.
It didn’t take any genius to know what was in the parcel. It was obviously a broom, or maybe it was just obvious to Draco and his friends since they knew about Potter and the quidditch team.
He watched Potter and Weasley scurry out of the hall and he, Crabbe, and Goyle followed. They went around the corridor to bar their way in front of Potter and Weasley at the stairs. When they reached it, Draco seized the package from Potter with a sneer.
“That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Potter with a mixture of jealousy and spite contorted on his face. "You'll be in for it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed them." A smirk formed on his mouth.
He knew Potter was but he wanted him to admit it. Was he so smug that he thought no one else deserve to know?
“It's not any old broomstick," Weasley said, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Weasley grinned at Potter when he saw Draco’s smirking face wipe away. That was exactly what he made his father get for him. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."
"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Draco snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig." He smirked more broadly.
Before Weasley could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Draco’s elbow.
"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaked.
"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Draco quickly.
"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Potter. "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?"
"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Potter. "And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it," he added.
Draco turned a slight pinkish and glared at Flitwick who was on Potter’s side.
Potter and Weasley went up the stairs while Draco just stood there with Crabbe and Goyle.
“This school is a disgrace!” he muttered. “Favoring the Half-bloods and Mudbloods. Making Potter think he’s special when all he did was cry as a baby and annoy the Dark Lord to death most likely.” Draco snorted. What if his father were to hear about this? He was a powerful man in the ministry, he could do something about it, couldn’t he?
Draco strolled down the corridor with Blaise and saw the Mudblood, Granger crying. She seemed to be coming away from Potter and Weasley.
“She’s already crying and we haven’t even fully called her a Mudblood yet,” Draco snickered.
“Not to mention, somebody finally can’t stand Potter,” Blaise added.
Draco nodded in agreement.
At dinner time, Draco entered the Great Hall with Blaise and Nott. The Great Hall was covered in Halloween Decorations. A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet.
Draco was choosing what to eat but got intruded by Quirinus Quirrel, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
He had come running into the Hall with terror stretched across his face. Every table stared at the professor. He got to Dumbledore’s chair and gasped, “Troll - in the dungeon - thought you ought to know.” He then collapsed on the floor.
There was an uproar, especially from Slytherin since they’re dormitories were in the dungeons. Draco screeched along with everyone else.
It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence. "Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"
Marcus Flint and a few seventh years went up to the High Table.
“Professor, our dormitories are in the dungeon!” one seventh year protested.
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. “Professor Snape will escort you quickly.”
Flint stood there in thought, it didn’t seem like a very good plan, but Dumbledore may have favored Gryffindor, though, not so much he'd get all of Slytherin killed.
Snape led them out of the Great Hall quickly.
“If we run into that bloody troll,” Draco half sneered, “my father will hear about this.”
Crabbe and Goyle nodded.
Theodore rolled his eyes. “Let’s just hope they leave the dungeon and get all the Mudbloods,” he muttered. Nott then sped up in front of them.
Blaise just scoffed and moved along walking.
They were only a corridor away from the common room when Snape announced he had to leave. Marcus Flint lead them on to their common room quickly as if worried the troll was coming and Snape needed to hold it off.
“What kind of school lets in a troll?” Draco said bitterly.
Durmstrang was looking better and better. If only his mother would let him go to a far away school.
“We’ll be finishing the feast here,” Marcus informed.
Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise all sat on a silk green couch while Theodore sat on a smaller couch alone, reading.
Draco was absolutely outraged the next day when he heard the rumors that Potter and Weasley fought the troll and saved Granger, the Mudblood. They had also earned five points.
