Before,thatwouldhavebeenthestartofashoutingmath.Now,Harrybrightens.
“Let’sdothat,”hesays.Draoraisesoneeyebrow,andsmirks,andHarryrollshiseyes.“Goflying,Imean.Ihaven’tbeeninages.”
Outoffairnesstotheotherstudents,eighthyearsaren’tallowedonQuiddithteams.Harrymissesitdesperately,butnotasmuhasRondoes,andhe’sertainDrao’srighttherewithhim.Sureenough,Draodoesn’thesitate.
“Seekermath?”Draoasks.
“Ifyou’rethateagertohaveyourarsehandedtoyou,”saysHarry.
“We’llseeaboutthat,Potter.”
Theypartwaystodumptheirbooksandbagsintheirdorms,andretrievetheirbrooms;Harryswingsbythekithenstograbaoupleofsandwihes,whihtheysarfdownontheirwayouttothepith.DraodigsaSnithoutoftheequipmentlokerandtossesitintotheairwhiletheymounttheirbrooms.
Overthehandlesoftheirbrooms,theymeeteahother’seyes,andHarryfeelsasthoughhe’sfinallywokenupafteralongdream.
Withoutaword,theytakeoffintotheskyaftertheSnith,perfetlyinunison.Whenit’stwoSeekersaloneintheair,withnootherpyersorballstoworryaboutorthedinofarowdtodistrat—andwhentheSeekersarealmostevenlymathed,thewayHarryandDraoare—thegametransformsintoanadrenaline-pounding,blood-rushing,heart-raingwhirlwindofaduel.
“Bestoutoffive?”Draoalls,andHarrygivestheaffirmative,buttheyeahaththeSnithsoquiklythegamestrethesintonine,fifteenrounds.Theyloseount.herofthemhastopretendatourtesyorsportsmanship;thisispureompetition,andfromthemomenttheytakeoffthere’snevermorethanayardorsoofspaebetweenthem.IfHarrytriestoshakeDraooff,Draomatheshiseveryloopanddiveandrollwithaareless,manigrin.IfDraotriestoathHarryoffguardwithdizzying,breaknekpsaroundthestadium—flyingsolowtheynearlytearseatsrightoutofthestandsorsohighHarryhastroubleathinghisbreath—Harryantiipateshiseverymoveandfollowswithoutsomuhasamomentofhesitation.HalfthetimetheyfettheSnithisthereuntiloneofthemseesitandshouts;thenit’sano-holds-barredaerialsprintforthegoal,weavingoverandunderoneanother,elbowingeahothershamelesslyastheygetloserandlosertotheSnith.Morethanone,HarryorDraoreahoutandsnaththeother’swristbyaident(Draoimsit’sanaidenteverytime,atleast),andthesnithesapesthemboth.herofthemnotieswhentheskygrowsdarkwithforbiddinggreyplumesofloud.
Whentherainstarts,HarryputstheSnithawayandrejoinsDraointheair,andtheypebetsonwhihofthemanpulloffthebestfeintsorother,inreasinglygerousandfoolhardymaneuvers,likeagameofhikendesignedtogiveMadamHoohaheartattak.Lukily,nooneisaround
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