"I do not understand my Lord, where are we going?"
"Patience Draco, you will see in a few moments."
The blonde nodded, rather impatiently, as the two Slytherins continued walking towards the Quidditch field. "Have you finally agreed to go flying with me, my Lord?"
"Not quite Draco."
"If I may ask, then why did I bring my broom?"
"Ah Harry Potter, I have been expecting you." Draco froze as the voice of his not so secret idol called out to them.
"Hello Mr. Krum."
"Please, call me Victor. You did save me from death after all."
The boy-who-lived nodded, while the Malfoy heir merely stared in awe.
"Ah yes how silly of me to forget. Victor this is Draco Malfoy, he is quite the fan and a Seeker himself. I was hoping you might have some time to give him a few pointers."
The Bulgarian nodded, before mounting his broom. "Perhaps while flying?"
The blonde managed to whimper out an affirmative, before getting onto his own broom. Chuckling at his friend's excitement Harry walked up into the stands before taking a seat and watching the two Seekers go after a Snitch that had been released by the foreign Wizard.
"I don't think he can ever top this one."
The boy-who-lived glanced over his shoulder to spy Pansy standing nearby. "I do not expect him to. I did not set this up so that he would owe me one, I simply recall him wanting to meet the man."
The dark-skinned girl snorted, " Wanting to meet? Oh please, my betrothed was practically having wet dreams about being in the same building as his idol."
This earned her a soft laugh from her Lord, before he gestured to the seat next to him. "Personally, I am not a fan of Quidditch, but if it makes Draco happy then who am I to judge."
With a nod the Parkinson heiress sat down and studied the two players, who at this point were high above the stadium. "You know…"
"Hm?"
"I could always try and pay you back… you know for my future husband."
"Oh? And how would you propose on doing that?"
The girl gave a flirtatious smile, before moving her hands towards his pants.
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"Alright now shut your traps you brats. Today we are going to be doing some… practice . Dueling, that is, for those of you too stupid to understand. To make things a bit more interesting you will notice that all four Houses are currently present. If any of you didn't notice this then perhaps you should consider dropping out now." The Defense instructor called out, earning excited, and a few worried, whispers amongst the students. This would be a way for him to study his target, see what kind of spells Potter might know and sort out the mystery of how he had survived the Dragon and all the other incidents that seemed to be linked to him.
"Now then, first we will take some volunteers…"
"Malfoy is mine!"
The fraud rolled his eyes at the youngest Weasley son's declaration, before giving an exasperated nod. "Fine fine, anyone else?" He was hoping the boy-who-lived might show a bit of arrogance and make a challenge to him as the professor, but no such luck. A few others had pick rivals, but most remained unsorted, leading to 'random' assignments. Neville was paired up against Hermione, with Harry and Lavender Brown facing off.
"Hey! I don't want Potter anywhere near my girl, why are the girls dueling boys anyway!?" Ron cried out upon hearing the match.
"What, don't think women can duel eh Weasley? How about you go a few rounds with Bellatrix Lestrange and we will see how you fair eh? Tell you what though, since you are so insistent then you and Malfoy can go first to set the example. If you win then you can challenge Potter instead."
Ron nodded eagerly, before facing down his self-declared nemesis. "This time is going to be different Malfoy, you are going down like the snake you are."
Draco sighed, before drawing his Wand and bowing as instructed. "I am curious Weasel, what are you the most upset about, the fact that the Victor Krum went flying with me or that your girlfriend seems more interested in Harry than she does you ?"
The redhead merely growled before raising his own Wand. Seconds later the battle began, with the blonde quickly parrying the few simple spells thrown by the redhead and countering with his own barrage of borderline Dark Magic. Less than a minute later it was over, with Ron being thrown backwards and crying in pain.
"Well what a surprise, a Malfoy beat a Weasley… again . Now while I am busy fixing this dunce the rest of you pair off and begin."
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