Draco Malfoy loved to fly. He only truly felt like himself when he was on a broom alone. The cold wind whipping through his growing hair made him feel free. Being so high up form the ground made him feel like he’d left the expectations of him, the duties to his family, the baggage all down there. Up here, he was just a guy who loved sunrises, speed and peace. So every weekend he would wake up before everyone in his dorm to soar over the school grounds on his trusty Nimbus 2001. Sure potter had the Firebolt and it was a cooler broom but the Nimbus 2001 was something his father got him for making the team, it was one of the things he had earned and he was quite attached to it. However since he had gotten back this year the teachers had been running them ragged and his first weekend was as fun as watching a blast end skewert. He had been busy studying to ensure he kept up to his spot next to Granger as the smartest boy in school and that wasn’t easy. Not to mention Moody turning him into a ferret had not helped with his mood.