"Hmmm," said Draco in mock thoughtfulness, "no, I don't think I will." Then, as an idea occurred to him, his whole face lit up with malice, and he picked up his broomstick. "Come and get it, Weasel!" he laughed mockingly as he shot into the air. The Gryffindors all looked at each other nervously; Malfoy might be a smug little snot, but he was a good flyer.