Before Potter could say anything more Draco had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off, Harry rolled his eyes as he saw Ron and Henry glaring in anger and jealousy. He inwardly laughed Draco hadn't been lying, he and Harry could fly well, something that was sure to annoy the Gryffindorks Harry thought. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak Draco called out, "Come on and join me Riddle!" He laughed, Harry grabbed his broom with no hesitation."No!" shouted James Potter."You were told to hover!" Harry ignored him, blood was pounding in his ears, he mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air rushed through his hair, and his robes whipped out behind him as he laughed with pure joy this was as wonderful as the first time he flew. He pulled his broomstick into a loop before taking it higher, and heard screams and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from his friends. Grinning he knew Hermione would be torn between amusement for their stunts, worry for their bodies which had been hurt in flight a fair bit. And despite her disdain for Potter her respect respect for rules and professors were being mocked by her brother. Harry turned his broomstick sharply to face Draco in midair, grinning down at their classmates Henry and Ron looked stunned.