--My "best friend" Malfoy--

By slytherco21

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#1 [BOOK ONE] "You and I are the same, Draco. Our hearts will always beat as one, your fight is mine and mine... More

Preface/Author's note
S.S & D.M
Story Playlist
PROLOGUE
DEAR READERS...
1st Year
The Sorting Ceremony
The First Christmas at Malfoy Manor
The Forbidden Forest ***
2nd Year
Quidditch
The Duelling Club
Crabbe and Goyle Acting Strange
Some Friendships Are Better Than Others, Mother
3rd Year
The Dementors
Care Of Magical Creatures
Boggarts and Invisible Enemies
Kisses At Christmas {Pt 1}
Kisses At Christmas {Pt 2}
From A Panther To A Dragon
The Brute Fights Back
The Execution
Doing It All For Love
The Eye of The Storm
The Quidditch World Cup {Pt 1}
The Quidditch World Cup {Pt 2}
4th Year
Two Soldiers Forever
The Tri-wizard Tournament
I Promise You
A Sour Arrival
I Still Hate You
The Guard Welded From Woes
The Will For Ascent
An Unfit Punishment {Pt 1}
An Unfit Punishment {Pt 2}

The Flying Lesson

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By slytherco21

The September sun was shining soulfully through the arches of the Entrance Hall as Draco and I lumbered through, both laden with heavy bags and me holding the little black kitten that I'd bought in The Magical Menagerie back in Diagon Alley. We've been here a whole month now, and it already feels like home - Dad told me Hogwarts is special like that, and he was right.

"Did you see my matchstick?" Draco asked me proudly as we descended the steps to dinner, brandishing his wand and giving it a twirl. "And that wand movement for Flitwick-"

"Swish and flick!" I recited, twirling my own. 

"Yeah!" 

The wind kicked up a few stray leaves by the great oaken doors leading onto the grounds and I pointed my wand at the greenest one, "Wingardium Levio-"

"Oi!" screeched an oily voice and I jumped, the leaf bursting into flames. "No magic in the corridors!" 

The caretaker, Filch, limped over, his greasy locks shining in the ribbons of sunlight as he hobbled over, cat-like eyes narrowed and wheezy mouth open. Draco paused beside me, swivelling his body to face the ugly man with an expression of pure dislike on his pale face.

"You'll get detention for that!" the man growled, jabbing a bony finger on my chest.

I recoiled in horror and Draco hissed in outrage. "Don't touch her!"

"An' you!" Filch said, gleefully. "You were about to-"

"I wasn't about to do anything!" Draco snarled, "And you keep your filthy squib fingers off of my best friend or my father will hear about it." 

Filch made a noise similar to a wretching cat, and his jowls quivered with his next sentence. "How'd you - how'd you know that?"

Draco looked genuinely disgusted and marginally incredulous as he replied with, "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? Limping around like an idiot and chasing students off with a broom not a wand, plus my father told me - and even if he hadn't - the smell would tell me a mile off."

I snorted with laughter and Filch looked even more outraged than he had before. Draco wrinkled his nose and took my hand, "Let's get dinner, Seren."

I smirked into the fur of my kitten and shook my bag further up my shoulder, cringing as it pressed further into my sore skin. "Where were we?" I asked the frowning boy as we entered the hall.

A rich amber glow filtered through the great arched windows of The Great Hall, bathing the animatedly chattering students in a similar colour whilst they ate dinner and making his silver eyes glitter as he turned to me, "Umm... oh yeah, the matchsticks - we did pretty good, didn't we?"

"Professor Mcgonagall said ours was the best in the class," I agreed, recounting that joyous moment where she had somewhat begrudgingly praised me and Draco for our Transfiguration skills. "And my needle only had the red bit at the end!"

Draco grinned as we squeezed into seats between a group of third and fourth years, dropping our bag-fuls of needless books under the table, and slightly regretting taking so many from the library just because they 'looked cool'. 

"I can't wait till they're complete needles," he said, spooning mash potato and a whole steak onto his plate. "Then we can stab Crabbe and Goyle with them when they're being thick."

I laughed and glanced over to where the two thugs were huddled together a few seats down, rubbing my slightly tender shoulder. "Which is all the time," I said, rolling my eyes and making him choke on a mouthful. "Idiots - no! Enorah, get off the table!" I gasped.

 The tiny ball of fluff had wriggled out of my hands, which had momentarily relaxed, and was scrambling across my plate, trying to take a bite out of Draco's steak, who was eyeing her suspiciously and guarding it with his fork. 

"Enorah!" The kitten ignored me and yelped when I lifted her onto the bench, blinking her tiny green eyes pleadingly. I shook my head adoringly and began scooping food onto my plate before she could jump back up and reached for the jug of pumpkin juice, "Have you heard Longbottom couldn't even manage the levitation charm?"

Draco snorted, a shadow casting across half of his face as he sneered over at the Gryffindor table. "No, but I'm not surprised - what's he even doing here?"

"I've no idea!" I giggled, pouring us both a drink. "I'm convinced he's a squib." 

Draco almost spat out the food he'd just put in his mouth and had to cover it quickly to prevent it. "Maybe Filch won't be lonely forever, Longbottom can join him and his cat in his smelly, old cupboard."

It was my turn to cover my mouth and Draco sniggered at his own joke, pressing his lips firmly together to keep in the potato. "I'm just excited for our first flying lesson," he told me, after swallowing hard.

I nodded in agreement and wrestled the small kitten back into my lap again, picking her tiny claws out of my skirt to hold her warm body against my chest instead. I felt so happy, I loved it here and I finally had an actual friend who I'd settled into a nice little routine with, a routine that was basically just the two of us wherever we went.

When dinner finished, Draco and I made our way back to the common room, scowling at the jostling crowds as we lugged our heavy bags towards the dungeon steps.

"Why did you want to take so many?" Draco puffed, dropping his bag for the fourth time to catch his breath.

I scoffed, "You're the one who was marveling the huge-" 

"-magnificent-"

"-library and insisted on bringing 10,000 each!" I argued, and the two of us giggled.

The library really was amazing, we'd stumbled across it by accident after Transfiguration earlier and had spent almost an hour stuffing our bags with books. It was a dimly lit, cavernous room of 100s of thousands of dusty volumes and stacked, ceiling-high shelves, found on the fourth floor - pretty much paradise for a pair of bored eleven year olds.

"Your bag is way more full than mine." I continued, and his mouth immediately opened to argue.

"No it isn't." He replied and I heaved his bag up, almost falling over in the process.

A group of older Slytherin girls chuckled as they walked past and I regained my balance with a slightly red face, shoving Draco who was also laughing. "Yes it is." I hissed.

"Is not." 

"Is."

"Is not."

"IS." 

Draco guffawed as I hit him round the head and shrunk beneath his robes to hide. "Okay, okay - you win!" he cried.

I grinned triumphantly and went to pick my bag up again. Enorah squirmed as I bent over and I almost dropped her, letting go of the heavy bag, which landed with an echoey thud, to catch the small bundle of fur.

"Is it too heavy?" Draco pouted.

I hit him again and he giggled, nearly tripping over his bag.

The sounds of our out of breath laughter bounced off the damp stone walls as we heaved our bags through the common room entrance and trailed off to find an empty corner to look at them all. I can't imagine what we looked like, wheezing with high-pitched giggles, pink-cheeked and distinctly dishevelled with a wailing cat clawing the rug beneath us - probably idiots, but I didn't care.

After hours of poring over the dozen or so books that either, bit, screamed, entranced, or splattered us with ink, we were both extremely tired and traipsed off to bed with equal amounts of blue smeared across our faces, hands and robes and mirroring sleepy grins.

"Night, Draco," I mumbled, cradling a fast-asleep Enorah in my arms. 

"Night." He yawned, accidentally knocking us both sideways as he misjudged his steps. "Sorry, am tired." he murmured.

I sniggered blearily and pushed the girls' dormitory door open, deciding that we probably shouldn't stay up until 1 o'clock in the morning again any time soon.

-

The time for our first flying lesson had arrived. The morning was still and the sky cloudless - perfect quidditch conditions Draco had told me a million times. We were stood in a line opposite the Gryffindors with a broomstick between us, waiting for the flying instructor to get here and he was busy rambling on to me about everything quidditch-wise that he knew.

"-and if you want to sneak up on your opponent, or past them, you can do loops in front of the sun so they can't see you," he was saying, a broad grin on his pale face as he kept glancing gloatingly at the Gryffindors who were trying their very best not to listen. "And if they tried - they'd be blinded." 

I gave him an encouraging grin, "And don't forget the silent overhead curve!" I whispered.

His eyes widened and a gentle breeze lingered in the fringe of his neatly styled hair. "Oh yeah - the silent overhead curve is really hard to pull off, but really effective! I've only managed it twice."

Lavender Brown unwillingly gasped and Draco smirked at me, shifting closer to fist pump behind our backs. Draco laughed as I stuck my tongue out at Potter, who was glaring scornfully in our direction and shaking his head. 

Moments later, the professor arrived and the chattering hushed as she walked between the two lines. "Good afternoon, class." she said.

"Good afternoon, Madame Hooch." We chanted back.

She was a short woman, with strange wiry grey hair and shocking yellow eyes, her plain black quidditch robes billowed slightly from the briskness of her walk and she finished her stride abruptly at the end of the Gryffindor line, giving us all a penalising stare.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson," she said, looking up and down the lines. "Well, what are you waiting for? Everybody move to the left of your brooms - come on, now, hurry up," she instructed impatiently.

"Bloody hell." I muttered, and Draco sniggered.

"Stick your right hand over the broom and say, UP!" Madame Hooch bellowed, making several people jump.

A chorus of UPS echoed across the courtyard and brooms lifted into the air.

I took a deep breath and commanded my broom upwards, but it didn't move. A frown made its way onto my face and I started to panic, "Up!" 

Nothing.

"UP!" I shouted louder, trying to ignore the tightening in my chest, but still, the broom remained stubbornly on the floor.

I huffed and turned to see that Draco already had his broom in his hand and was watching me with a playful smirk. "You're doing good," he said, not quite able to suppress his humour.

"Shut up." I snapped, "UP!" I bellowed, loudly. 

The broom suddenly flew up and smacked painfully into the palm of my hand, cracking multiple of my fingers. Ignoring the tingling burn, I smiled triumphantly at Draco, who grinned back.

Across from me, Weasley was repeatedly chanting, growing increasingly red in the face whilst Potter watched him apprehensively, broom in hand. He muttered some words of encouragement and, eventually, after a minute, the broom jolted up, like somebody standing on a rake, and hit him straight in the face. Draco and I immediately lapsed into hysterics, which earnt us scowls from the dark-haired boy beside him.

"Nice one, Weasley!" I shouted, and his face flushed an even deeper red.

Draco laughed eagerly by my side and high-fived me, just as Potter geared up to shout something back. "Uh uh uh," Draco chastened, "Don't be mean, Potter, Seren was simply complimenting your tangerine-haired mate over there."

Ron went, if possible, more red, and Harry's mouth twitched, but before he could say a word to either of us, he was interrupted by Madame Hooch.

"Alright!" The small professor shouted, and our attention was recaptured. "Once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it - make sure you hold on tight, we don't want you sliding off the end-"

I swung my leg over the broom and gripped the broomstick with more vigour than I meant, it wavered unsteadily and I fought to cover up the gasp of fear that had escaped. Luckily, everybody was so focused on their own broom, that no one noticed. I steadied myself and looked back to the professor.

"-Now, when I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard, keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, then lean forwards and come gently back down." 

The instruction was simple enough, which is probably why Longbottom failed spectacularly. Before any of us had the chance to try, the round-faced boy was lifting too far into the air, his legs flailing madly in an attempt to bring it back down. 

"Mr Longbottom!" Madame Hooch yelled, her tone starting off outraged and then swiftly changing to alarmed.  "Mr Longbottom!"

I stood, like most others, with my mouth wide open and head tilted back, watching the broom jolt and swerve and then full on curve, throwing Neville violently backwards. He wailed and flattened himself to the broom, which ascended rapidly into the crystal blue sky and towards the castle. 

"What an idiot!" Draco laughed as Neville bounced repeatedly off the side of the northern tower, spinning even higher.

It was only when he came zigzagging back in this direction that it was no longer funny. We barely had time to react, the crowd of students scattered and Longbottom screamed even louder, just missing our heads as I dived into Draco, shoving us both to the floor.

"Are you okay?" I asked, once Neville had shot off again.

"I'm fine - ow," he moaned as I pressed on his stomach to push myself up.

"Oops, sorry," I giggled, and pulled him into a sitting position. He smiled back and then gasped, laughing at something over my shoulder.

I spun around, cricking my neck, just as Longbottom's stretched robes tore and he dropped from a weather vane onto a second metal obtrusion and then onto the grass below with a painful grunt. I sneered and got to my feet, running to the front of the crowd and laughing in shock as the small professor rushed forward and helped Longbottom to his feet, grimacing at the boy's oddly shaped forearm.

"Oh dear," she said. "That's it - it's alright - Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground whilst I take Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing, understand?"

The Professor ordered people out of her way as she shuffled past, supporting a groaning Neville. "Hey, Seren!" I turned back around to see Draco crouched by a palm-sized, silver ball, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smile on his face. "Look at this."

"Is that a rememberall?" I asked, taking it from him and holding it up to the sun. 

"Yup," he laughed, "Longbottom must've dropped it."

I passed it back and watched as Draco beckoned Crabbe and Goyle over.

"If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch." yelled Madame Hooch, fiercely.

As the teacher marched Neville away, Draco smirked at me and elbowed his way to the middle of the crowd, Crabbe and Goyle on either side of us. "Did you see his face?" he asked me, loudly. "Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse."

My god, he was a genius. I broke into laughter, along with the other Slytherins as Draco grinned back at me, his ice-blonde hair gleaming in the sun.

"Give it here, Malfoy!" Seethed Potter, and Draco slowly turned to face him, a resentful snarl on his young face.

"No." he said defiantly, throwing it into the air and catching it again. "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He smirked in Harry's face, leant with two feet on his broom, and soared off. "How about on the roof?"

Everybody stared up at him as he curved comfortably in mid air and taunted down to Harry, "What's the matter, Potter? Just a bit out of your reach?"

I laughed and Potter angrily snatched up his broom, much to Hermione Granger's protest. "Harry, no way! You heard what Madame Hooch said - besides, you don't even know how to fly-"

Before she'd even finished talking, he'd flown off after Draco and the bushy haired girl sighed. "What - an - idiot."

"You got that right," I sniggered, barging into a place next to her. She side-eyed me, which made me laugh harder.

From above, we heard Potter yell, "Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!"

I didn't catch Draco's reply, but he easily dodged Potter's feeble attempt to dismount him and I shook my head in disbelief. "It'll be Potter plummeting to his death, next," I said, to Crabbe and Goyle, who snickered in agreement.

"And what makes you think that?" Hermione asked in a snobbish voice.

I looked incredulously to Crabbe and Goyle and back to her, "Um - let's think - because Draco's the best flier here and Potter's an idiot."

Hermione pursed her lips and gasped as Draco launched the rememberal towards the castle. Potter raced after it, doing an unbelievable spin and catching it, millimetres before it hit a window.

The rest of the first years ran cheering to greet Harry as he landed, leaving me standing unwillingly awed as Draco landed beside me. "How did he catch that?" he grumbled, coming to a stop by my shoulder as we glared distastefully at the clamouring Gryffindor students all circling the stupid kid.

The late-morning sun was beaming down on us it appeared, in more ways than one; "Harry Potter!" yelled a very familiar voice.

Draco and I shared gleeful glances as Professor McGonagall strode onto the grounds -make that the stupid kid in stupid amounts of trouble. Could it be that easy?

"Come with me." The professor ordered and Harry followed, his head hung.

The Gryffindors looked troubled, but the rest of us were grinning broadly, "Nice one, Draco!" I cried, punching his arm. "And nice flying, too."

The boy straightened up and puffed out his chest, although his cheeks had flushed pink. "Thanks, Selwyn."






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