Chapter 5: Quidditch

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Englands POV

England was woken up by someone shaking him awake. His first reaction was to scream 'Stop breaking into my house!' like he usually did when someone, usually America, woke him up. He managed to stop himself before he screamed and opened his eyes, he was surprised to see Draco Malfoy standing above him.

"Finally you are awake, Kirkland," Malfoy said, straightening up like nothing had happened. "Flying lessons will be starting today, you are also about to be late for breakfast,"

"At least you didn't wake me up just to tell me about flying lessons," England sighed as he got up from bed and closed the curtains around him so he could change. He always made sure that no one saw his scars. He knew that if they did, they would start asking questions, like where he got them, which would be hard to explain.

When he was done he parted the curtains again to see Malfoy still standing there. England got off the bed and they started walking towards the Great Hall. On the way there Malfoy started talking about his last adventure on a broom. During the last few days, England and Malfoy had gotten a lot closer, England had a feeling it was only because of the name Kirkland since the young boy seemed dead set on impressing him. The didn't go far before they were joined by Crabbe and Goyle who always followed Malfoy around like bodyguards.

The Great Hall was full of people talking about flying lessons, some were nervous about it and some, like Malfoy were talking about how good they were at flying. A Slytherin was complaining about having flying lessons together with the Gryffindors.

England looked over to the Gryffindor table just in time to see Harry looking back at him. England was aware that Harry had been looking at him a lot these past days, he just wished he knew what the boy was thinking.

Harry's POV

Harry quickly turned away as soon as Arthur turned to look back at him. He started to believe what Ron said about the Slytherins being bad people. There was Malfoy who he somehow hated even more than Dudley. And there was Kirkland who Harry had trusted till their first potions lessons, were Harry had seen Kirkland laugh at Neville's misery. Up till now they had only had potions with the Slytherins though, so they didn't see them all that much. That was, until they got to know that they would be having flying lessons with them too.

Harry only had time to finish that thought when he heard Neville, who was sitting a few seats away from him, make a sound of protest about something. Harry looked up to see Malfoy holding Neville's remember ball, a present Neville just got from his grandmother. Behind Malfoy stood Crabbe, Goyle and Kirkland, who looked very uncomfortable.

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."

Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table. "Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him. Kirkland however, stayed and looked at Harry and Ron with a hurt expression, and Harry didn't know why, but he felt like he had done something wrong. They stood like that and stared at each other for a few seconds before Ron broke the silence:

"What are you staring at? Why aren't you following your Slytherin friends?"

Kirkland looked even more hurt at those words, but he turned around and walked over to the Slytherin table without a word of defense.

Englands POV

The first flying lesson was at three-thirty in the afternoon. Malfoy managed to convince almost all to come to the lesson early, but England said he wanted to check on something. In reality he just needed some time alone so he could think without being disturbed.

He needed to find a way to regain Harry's and Ron's trust. Maybe he should try giving them some flowers of friendship? No, that was probably a bad idea. England still remembered Germany's reaction when he tried to make some new friends with that method.

England stood still like that until someone bumped into him. He looked up to see a very nervous looking Neville Longbottom.

Behind Neville stood Ron glaring at England. Before anyone had the time to say anything England ran out too meet up with the rest of the Slytherins. He couldn't afford to make Harry and Ron even angrier at him so he just stood beside one of the brooms that was laid out in the grass until the teacher arrived.

It didn't take long for their teacher, Madam Hooch, to arrive. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."

England took this chance to look closer at his broom. It looked like someone had crashed with it multiple times. It also looked dusty, like if someone had actually tried to sweep the floor with it but England could only assume that most of the school brooms looked this way and he shouldn't feel like he got a bad one.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!"'

England did as he was told and was surprised to see that it worked almost immediately. He usually wasn't that good with broomes seeing as he always preferred riding a living animal, like a thestral.

When all of the students had a broom it their hands Madam Hooch told them to mount their brooms so she could make sure that they all could hold the brooms without sliding of the end. England had to try hard not laugh when she told Malfoy he had been doing it wrong for years.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle - three - two -"

But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips. As England quickly saw that Neville wasn't going to go down again and was probably going to fall of his broom, England started chanting a spell that was going to break his fall. He heard Madame Hooch screaming in the background but he didn't have time to try and hear what he was saying as he watched Neville slowly slide of his broom, down to the ground twenty feet down.

A loud crack was heard as the boy hit the ground face first. England winced but at the same time… It could be worse.

Madam Hooch ran up to him and immediately started checking him for any damage that he could have gotten from the fall.

"Broken wrist…" she muttered "Come on, boy. It's alright, up you get"

When she had gotten Neville on his feet she turned to the rest of the class and started talking about how no one was allowed to attempt flying while she was gone.

As soon as the teacher was out of earshot the other Slytherins started laughing. Before England even knew what was going on a fight was breaking out between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins. He saw Malfoy pick something up from the ground and show it to everybody else.

"Look!" Malfoy said "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."

As Malfoy said that England really couldn't help but hate the boy, just a little bit. He kind of felt like he wasn't the only one as he saw the Gryffindor's reactions to Malfoy's words.

Harry took a step out of the crowd glaring at the young Slytherin.

"Give it here, Malfoy," he said so quietly that England almost couldn't hear it from the back of the crowd. What he could hear was Malfoy's response:

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find... how about … up a tree?"

England resisted the urge to facepalm, did Malfoy want to start a fight?

A few moments later, both of the boys were up in the air on two brooms.

This time England did facepalm. Skratch starting a fight, did the boys want to get expelled!?

He took his hand down from his face when he heard a couple of gasps in the crowd. He looked up to see Harry performing an almost perfect dive to catch Neville's small rememberball. England was shocked that the boy was that good when it was his first time on a broom.

His surprise soon turned into dread though, because he heard professor McGonagall's voice. And she did not sound happy.

"HARRY POTTER!"

As the professor ran up to Harry checking for damages and ignoring the other Gryffindors, England realised the she sounded almost… happy? Yes, that was it. Before she checked harry over she sounded more worried but now she sounded more like she was trying to keep a serious face even though she was really happy.

And as Professor McGonagall took Harry's arm and started leading him towards the school England got the feeling that it wasn't as bad as it looked.

…. Hello? Yeah I… ignored this story for a while but… I'm still here! And this chapter is short and probably horrible but it exists! So, thank you for reading...and please review?