"Whatś going on?" he demanded, siting up. "Where am I?"

"Shush, Draco, you´ve had a bad bump on your head, you need to rest," she said, forcing him back down.

"I´m not Draco Malfoy!" he shrieked, his silver-gray eyes wide. "I´m not Malfoy!

I´m not!"

Madam Pomfrey was horrified, this was worse than she had thought. "Here, drink this,śhe said, forcing a cup filled with sleeping potion between the boyś lips. He swallowed reflexively and fell back on the pillows, eyes closing.

Madam Pomfrey stood up, shaking her head; she didn´t care what Dumbledore said, it was time to send an owl to this boyś father telling him to come and take his son home.

Chapter Two Harry at the Manor

After lunch Harry had Quidditch practice. Draco got to the practice field early and sat in a patch of sunlight, twirling Harryś Firebolt in his hand-it was pretty to look at, he had to admit that. His dad had refused to buy him one until he beat Harry at Quidditch — which, Draco had pointed out, he wasn´t likely to do until he got a Firebolt to match Harryś.

A flicker of movement at the corner of his eye alerted him to the presence of someone else on the field, someone who was walking towards him. It was a very pretty girl in blue robes; her long black hair was braided down her back. Draco recognized her vaguely as the Ravenclaw Seeker, someone he´d played against before.

"Hello, Harry!" she called in a singsong voice.

Draco waved. He was still examining the Firebolt. He was, in fact, rather nervous about this practice session. Harry had a very distinctive flying style, and, well…

Draco didn´t like to admit this, but Harry was, in fact, a better flier than he was.

His teammates might — The girl flopped down on the grass next to him, breaking his train of thought.

Draco was annoyed. He´d been really looking forward to having a few more moments alone with the Firebolt, getting the feel of it. "Harry, Harry, Harry," the girl said, looking at him as if he were an adorable, but rather dim, toddler.