Bride of the HP Dragon

Wednesday.

Ginny Weasley's conviction that neither the Muggles nor the wizarding world had a legal system might hold her responsible for the urge to find some big, heavy thing to smash Malfoy's head off.

Because this guy is just so annoying.

That afternoon was the longest she'd been around with him, and her blond hair (Ron had picked this out of the many nicknames to start calling him) meant he was captain of the Hogwarts team.

Granted, he was also the only Quidditch captain in Slytherin, but that didn't make him entrust Hufflepuff beater Horace Somerby with carte blanche, and the big man wouldn't It is tied to a huge compass, and it is impossible to tell the east from the west.

And the practice has only started for 10 minutes.

The professors gave the team members a day off that afternoon so they could meet to discuss countermeasures.The Oro team does not enjoy such a luxury, because they still have responsibilities until the shift is changed before the game.

But the arrangement didn't upset the Oro team, and even when the excited first-graders came to them asking for autographs, they just felt overwhelmed.Tonks apparently found it all amusing, and made fun of his colleagues endlessly.

Unfortunately, the remainder of the school has to continue with classes.Everyone is hot and sweaty, and it's easy to stare out the classroom window for long periods of time.This is particularly evident in Harry, staring at a window in Transfiguration class, with absolutely no intention of paying attention to Professor McGonagall's advice on the best way to start the qualification (the question was asked by Hermione).

Although, let's be honest, Gryffindor's best student is also a little fascinated by what's going on outside the window.She only gave Harry a stern warning once, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was absent-minded as well.

Before the practice started, the sacred "Hogwarts team" had already sat in the lounge and seriously discussed what to do.Ginny brought sunscreen and a banana because she thought she was going to miss lunch that day.

Malfoy had arrived, carrying under his arm a small blackboard, chalk, a Quidditch playbook, and a pair of Dragonskin Quidditch track pants that had seen his days of luxury.

The old trousers were tight, and contained an uncanny power that made Slytherin Chaser Sharon Pushy stare at her own shoes every time Malfoy pointed sharply at the blackboard, because they The pair of pants mentioned above moved within inches of her face as Malfoy moved.

This tension was not relieved until the players were dispersed on the open field on broomsticks. After the main tactics were specified, Ron, as the selected goalkeeper, almost went mad with anxiety, and almost rushed to fight Malfoy.

In the end, diplomacy won out, and the Aurora side could perhaps look forward to a defensive game by Hogwarts, which meant they were about to attack when the whistle blew.

Sharon Pushy led the batsmen, Ron stayed in goal, while Ginny and Malfoy lingered on the sidelines for a short break.

"How long can a purely defensive game last?" Ginny asked.She had to wait for Malfoy to yell at Anne Takamara in Ravenclaw, reminding him why women were never good batsmen.

In response, Annie, who was twice as massive as Malfoy, hit a Bludger that whizzed past Malfoy's ear.

He ignored the obvious threat to his life and stopped beside Ginny.

"Given your brother's extremely useful advice, the other side will think we are timid, and that's exactly the impression we want to give each other," Draco explained. Be polite. Hopefully we've scored a goal or two before they figure it out. Then they'll understand why Hogwarts holds the European record for most injuries at a Quidditch school."

"Are we really keeping this record?" Ron asked, and whenever Malfoy whispered something out of nothing to Ginny, Ron always had a curious habit of believing it was true.

Draco smiled cruelly: "We beat Durmstrang with six broken noses, two broken thighs and Goyle's broken calf."

"Oh," Ginny's face wrinkled, "I don't know whether to be proud or afraid."

Malfoy put his right foot on the broom and tightened the laces of his Quidditch boot, maintaining perfect balance the whole time.In his jersey, his cheeks glowed with delicacy, his hair slicked back and tucked behind his ears.

Overhead was a cloudy sky, and the shadows and shifting of the clouds were reflected in his clear gray eyes.

Ginny noticed that he flew a lot like Harry, so it was a given that both boys were Seekers with similar experiences.The difference is that Harry tends to play with his heart, relying on intuition to achieve some breathtaking shots.Malfoy played with his brain, calculating everything ruthlessly.

During practice, he dived towards the field twice, but after calculating that he could not catch the small golden prey before he fell into the field, he stopped halfway.Harry would keep going, even if what awaited him after the vertical fall was a bloody broken shoulder and collarbone.

"Very well," said Ron suddenly, pointing to the goal and giving a loud whistle of approval.Sharon Pushy was hurling a tight arc and the Quaffle spun into the center goal.

"Ugandan spin," Ron identified correctly.This is how famous players have been known to score: "There's no denying that Slytherins are good at this, I'm going to try and see if I can defend." He rushed to Sharon, demanding a straight goalkeeping drill.

"I don't remember the last time your team played against us, this kind of scoring method worked successfully, Malfoy." Ginny added triumphantly, Malfoy obviously aroused her malice, and she was very happy. Doubt he can have the same effect on everyone.

Malfoy looked at her with one part contempt and two parts pleasure: "That's because Potter cheated."

"Harry didn't cheat!"

"Oh, he cheated," Draco replied, "I guess if he told you that on that particular day, the only reason Sharon's amazing arm failed was before she threw the Quaffle, You must have been surprised and bewildered when Potter poked her in the ribs with a broom handle. Sharon would have used that on someone else, and Merlin bless her fallen heart."

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy, it was just an accident."

"Yeah, like I'm a virgin."

Ginny blushed a little: "You talk like you've never made a mistake on the field." She noticed that Malfoy was now watching Ron try to catch the Quaffle thrown by Sharon, making a rather impressive move. backflip.

"On the contrary, little Weasley, I'm always making mistakes."

"Like?" Ginny asked.

Draco looked at her with some suspicion: "Considering you Gryffindors already won the bloody Quidditch House Cup this year, I thought I'd tell you that it's safe to say, usually if I'm left-handed, usually Can't catch the Snitch."

Ginny narrowed her eyes: "Stop making trouble, I'm pretty sure you just did it."

Draco smiled a little mysteriously: "Little Weasley, what you saw was me turning to the left and grabbing the Snitch with my right hand." He explained to her.

"Why not the left hand?" Ginny asked, and she had to admit that he had done a great job of covering up what should have been a major weakness, and other teams would have paid a huge price for this bit of information.

His eyes were still on practice as he answered her: "Because I've dislocated my left shoulder six times."

The author has something to say:

Draco has always been suppressed by Harry in Quidditch, and he probably has a deep understanding of the feeling of being both prosperous and bright, but this does not mean that he sweats less than Harry on the field, but often people are more Focus on results.

The reason why Draco took this match so seriously was that it was probably the only time in his life that he played his own Quidditch without Harry's shadow.

So when I saw the last sentence, my heart ached for him. Can this messy team really win?

Draco's old left shoulder injury is a very important foreshadowing ~

Ginny asked with a bitter face: "This is terrible! How could this happen?"

"My first girlfriend was a half-giant," Draco said sullenly, "like Hagrid, but the first time was really dislocated for love."

"It's interesting," Ginny crossed her arms, "but to be honest, it can't be a small problem, or Madam Pomfrey should have cured you a few years ago."

"I haven't told you how it happened, little Weasley." He leaned closer for emphasis, and Ginny found to her chagrin that his skin was as fine up close as it looked from afar: "The reason why you can The first to know my weakness, just because you look so much better than your fiery red fool brother."

Ginny sighed. If he was really flirting with her, then she might not be so angry.Because that, at least, is a compliment.She was used to boys being distracted around her.Malfoy, on the other hand, only seemed to be putting on the surface to motivate her, his focus firmly on the upcoming match, which was certainly a good thing.

Across the goal, Sharon Pushy was trying to get Draco's mind.She pointed to the ground: "I think you have a visitor."

Draco glanced at the ground and saw that Carmen Melifran was waving at him.Then, the rest of the students in the school also dismissed their classes, and the crowd quickly filled the stands.Carmen was holding a notebook and was so excited that she almost jumped up and down the stands.Draco assigned her and Pansy to discover the opposing team's weaknesses by trying to be sycophants.

"Just in time," Draco said.

He had the team assembled in the dugout, and they had less than fifteen minutes to put on their jerseys and warm up, and Ron figured Draco had sent the girl to get a copy of the Confidential Quidditch Notebook.

Draco scanned the notes quickly: "We've got some great material that might come in handy..."

Ron soon found out that he was partly right.

"Apparently this Hudgens woman has a crush on one of your brothers, Weasley. Yes, I know I can't condemn her taste, but when you realize she's going to flash you with a Quaffle I'm not sure..." Draco thought for a moment, "You give her a wink or something, okay? But don't do it when she's attacking for the first time, or she'll see you through ’” Draco nodded, seemingly satisfied with the message.

"Don't keep looking confused, it looks stupid," Draco added impatiently.

Ginny and Annie Takamara had to pull Ron away as he rushed towards Malfoy, who didn't seem to care.

The blond hair is fluttering, and now the captain's aura is in full swing.

"At the moment, a lad named Rufus Quartermain is their keeper. You may remember him doing security at the main entrance on the ground floor of the school last week. Guy, not the brightest. There's a second Years tried to walk past him with a bag of dung balls and told him they were plant fertilizer balls..."

Sharon snickered: "Oh, he can't be the guy who had an accident in the Forbidden Forest yesterday?"

Draco nodded: "According to the information provided by our dear Carmen, Mr. Quartermain wanted Hagrid's monster book to bite his right hand yesterday."

"Is it still there?" Ginny asked. "It's been on the loose since I was in second grade."

"Technically it was caught last year by a daring senior Hufflepuff," corrected Anne Takamala.

Draco snorted. "If you're talking about the boy who lost half his finger trying to catch it, and was knocked unconscious, then yes. He caught it, anyway."

"An injured goalkeeper is good news for us. If Quartermain's right hand is wrong, our Chasers should aim for the goal." Sharon deduced that she was already familiar with Draco's pre-match Tactical strategy too.

"Oh, wait..." Draco continued to glance at Carmen's notes: "He can use both hands?" He asked Carmen who was eagerly waiting at the door.

"Yes." She nodded.

"Damn it!"

Carmen is eager to oblige: "It just so happens that their hitter Bligh and this Astrid Hudgens have just started dating. Maybe that will work to our advantage?"

Draco turned to his female teammates with a gleam in his eye that Sharon Pushy might call inspiration and Ginny would take as a demand for extreme dedication from them.

"I'm not sure," he thought for a moment, "would the girls be willing to show some flesh?"

Annie Takamara made a sound of disgust, then picked up her broom and hurried onto the field.

"That's the rest of your strategy?" Ron asked skeptically.

The most despicable thing Harry ever did was to ask the Gryffindors to turn their backs to the sun when facing the enemy, so that the sunlight would interfere with the enemy's line of sight.Not really villainous by the standards of the Weasley twins.

Draco folded his gloves and tucked them into the waistband of his trousers, then opened the door for all the players to enter.The cheers from the audience, including residents of Hogsmeade and families of visiting students, gradually grew louder.

He laughed cruelly. "Yes, Weasley, just do it and win the match."

The author has something to say:

Draco-style Quidditch, the typical style is to find out the enemy's weaknesses before the game, and even let Ron use beauty tricks and let the girls use beauty tricks...

And he himself, with the belief that he must win, regardless of any means