Broom Lessons

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"Are you alright?"

Emerald asked as she stepped over to Draco.

"You look awful." "I'm fine." Draco snapped.

"Well you don't look fine." "Shut up."

Draco snapped. Emerald looked at him with scornful eyes. Draco sighed.

"I want to talk to you, just walk with me, okay?"

He said as he turned to leave. Emerald hesitated for a moment. What if Harry was right? What if Draco was just an evil wizard, truly evil, with no remorse? What if he desired to become a death eater and kill innocent people?

She shook her head, grabbed her bag strap that crossed over her chest, and followed the blond Slytherin boy.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

She asked as she caught up with him and they walked out the library.

"You're interested in quidditch?" "How did you know that?" Emerald asked.

She never told him about her interest in the sport. And then it hit her.

"You were eavesdropping on my conversation with Harry, weren't you?"

Draco didn't respond.

"You shouldn't do that, you know, eavesdropping, it's wrong."

"I don't need you to defend me to him." Draco suddenly said sharply.

"Excuse me?" "I don't need you to defend me to Potter. What he thinks is not important. Harry Potter's an idiot, his thoughts are irrelevant to me."

"Funny he thinks the same about you." Emerald murmured.

"But you never answered my question, are you interested in Quidditch?" "Yes, why?" "Would you like to play for me in my absence?"

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"You're kidding." "No I'm not." Draco replied.

"Why would you ask me to do it? I mean, yes I'm interested but I don't know the first thing about playing quidditch."

"Because I can trust you to do it better than any of the other idiotic second years that tried out for the position. At least you're older, taller, stronger, more agile and slender than them."
Emerald raised a brow.

"Excuse me?" "Not like that- you know what I mean."

"Draco I don't even know how to play quidditch."

"I could teach you."

"Isn't the first match tomorrow?" "Yeah so?"

"When exactly do you plan on teaching me?"

"you aren't doing anything right now." "Sweet Oz." Emerald groaned.

"You mean you want to do it right now?!" "yes." Draco said.

"Look, the Slytherin team needs a seeker and it can't be me I've officially left the team. It's not going to be any of the second years who tried out for the position, you're the only other viable option. And between you and me I think you've got what it takes."

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"First thing's first,"

Draco said as he stood across from Emerald not far from the quidditch stadium where the Gryffindor team was gearing up to practice with their newly announced team.

"Can you ride your broom?"

Emerald was silent and Draco sighed.

"You're joking, right?" He asked.

"How old are you?" "Seventeen."

"you're a seventeen year old witch who can't ride a broom?"

Emerald shook her head.

"Well then I guess we'll start there. Go ahead and mount your broom."

Emerald mounted her broom like he said but the Wicked Witch's enchanted broom had a mind of its own. It shot off, flying out of her hands and soaring into the woods all by itself.

"Wow."

Draco said with a sign.

"That's some broom you got."

He added and shook his head.

"You'll just have to use mine." He said and held out his broom.

"You're seriously just going to let me ride this? I don't know the first thing about flying on a broomstick."

"I'll go with you." He said.

"How?" "Just shut up."

Emerald mounted the broom and to her surprise Draco never left her side. He was behind her, his arms reaching past her to hold the broom steady.

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"You start by kicking up."

Draco said and thumbed his foot to the ground and his broom shot up into the air. The wind was in her hair, brown curls flew out of her face and into Draco's.

"Your job as part of the team will be seeker."

Her told her, his voice in her ear to combat the wild speed of the wind.

"Seeker looks for the golden snitch, a flittering golden orb. There's not one out here now, but we'll pretend there is. That cloud over there-"

He pointed in front of them.

"The one that looks like a face?" "Yes, that one."

Draco said and returned his hand to grip on the broom.

"Head to that cloud as fast as you can."

Emerald shifted her weight, leaning forward on the broomstick and pressing her chest against the cool wood. She really wasn't sure if this was her doing or Draco's, his chest was pressed against her back tightly, ensuring that she was learning as far forward as she could. The broom zoomed forwards, reaching the cloud that Draco had pointed out effortlessly fast.

"Well done."

Draco commended her.

"But I want to see you do it again. Try that cloud over there, Emmy."

He breathed in her ear. She nodded and leaned forward once more, just like she had done. She made it there quicker than she had last time.

"Excellent."

Draco said.

"You'll make a fine quidditch player. Now let's do it again."

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"Sorry about your broom."

Draco said as they began to head back to the castle.

"That thing has a mind of its own. I'm sure it will be fine." Emerald said with a bit of a smile.

"The Witch of the West enchanted it with her own magic, I'm sure that will keep it safe until I need it." she added with a nod.

"Do you need an escort to the great hall? Or can you find your way there on your own?" He asked.

"You know, for once I think I can find it on my own without getting lost. No yellow brick road required." She joked with a giggle.

Draco smiled and time seemed to stop. He never smiled, not like this at least. It was always scornful or pompous. This smile was pure and sweet. It was of joy and laughter.

"You have a lovely smile, Draco."

Emerald told him and his grin faltered. He didn't say anything, she seemed to have shocked him into silence.

"Well thank you for the broom lesson..." Emerald said awkwardly, afraid she had ruined the moment.

"I suppose I'll see you later."

Draco nodded and with that she turned to head to the great hall for dinner.