Let me reiterate the difference between the two sitting postures here.
Sitting upright - that is, sitting upright with your legs spread apart. The advantage is that you can better withstand wind resistance and can better control the speed of the broom. The disadvantage is of course that this sitting position is not always comfortable, even if Adding a cushion charm to it will still have disadvantages over time. It is said that the initial flying broomstick is more shabby and cannot accelerate, rise or fall, let alone turn, and the barbs and knots on the wood can make wizards miserable. , at that time, a good broom maker could exchange a broom with a comfortable broom handle for many things he needed.
Sitting on the side is of course a relatively comfortable way of sitting. For girls, it is also a sitting position that can slightly prevent the hem of the skirt from being exposed. For those with high skills, sitting on it is as comfortable as sitting on the edge of your own window sill. Of course, the disadvantages of this posture are also obvious - not everyone can sit in this posture! If the balance is not enough, people sitting like this will easily fall over. However, if you are sitting upright, at least you can hold the broom handle with your legs and it will be difficult to fall down. If your technique is not good, a strong wind may blow and the unbalanced broom may tip you over. At the same time, it is also difficult to sprint and control the direction at will.
Unfortunately, Draco was the former but sat in the back, while Harry was the latter but sat in the front.
Harry was extremely nervous. He held the broom handles on both sides stiffly, fearing that if he moved casually, the broom would fall down.
If he hadn't been able to move around now, he would have wanted to grab Draco by the collar and shake him hard.
"Get down quickly!"
Suddenly flying so high, Harry felt that the broom could not bear the weight. He turned his head and stared at Draco behind him in shock, but almost touched the tip of Draco's nose, and his head shrank involuntarily, "Your broom cannot carry two people! "
"Didn't you read the instructions? Nimbus 2001 can bear the weight of three adults. Of course it can carry the two of us!" Draco was so courageous that he even stretched out a hand to reach Harry, thinking He wanted to hold the front end of the broom, which made Harry's heart skip a beat, but he didn't even notice it, and pressed Harry hard towards him, "Come here...turn your head sideways, yes, that's it, there's nothing else I thought you were flying around alone, so make room for me to control the broom!"
Harry: "I think we need to get down immediately."
Draco put his head on his shoulder and refused softly: "I don't."
"I said, I don't think it's up to you," Harry said calmly, with a hint of threat, "You -"
At this moment, Draoc suddenly controlled the broom and made a sharp turn. Harry almost screamed. Their brooms accelerated heavily and flew around the Quidditch field, then quickly turned around the four houses one by one. The goal and the broom itself even shifted significantly due to the turn. Harry, who couldn't maintain his balance like a person, had to hold on to the front of the broom with one hand and hugged Draco's waist behind him with one hand in order not to fall, and pursed his lips. It was so tight that my heart almost jumped out of my throat.
"Flying beautifully!" Several Slytherins who were watching below started cheering. Flint even whistled and asked his teammates next to him, "What do you think of this trick for picking up girls?"
"It's hard to say," his teammate pretended to wag his fingers while looking at the sky with admiration, "If this was a girl, she would have fallen down a long time ago, and a girl who is good at Quidditch can kick you down and fly alone. brother."
"Then I'm willing to be the one in front and let her good figure stick to my back." A student in the audience next to me joked, "It's a pity that the two little guys who flew up didn't even grow chest muscles!"
Draco didn't hear this kind of ridicule, but laughed wildly in the air - this was a rare change of power in ten thousand years. Harry Xavier didn't dare to move, and Draco could finally do whatever he wanted. It was a beautiful scene like a dream. , you must know that ever since Draco found out something, Harry's good temper has never been unimpeded to him. Wands and fists are common things...because he is too short.
"I advise you not to move around, Harry!! My world is on the broomstick!!! Even if you have wings, you can't fly away!" He pressed tightly against Harry's back, and his arms almost covered half of Harry's body. Surrounded, if Harry wanted to grow wings and escape despite so many people present, his wings would have to fly off Draco before he said, "Flint, give us some balls!"
"No!!!" Hermione stamped her feet on the ground, her hair was rubbed by her and her teeth were flexing. She stopped Flint and the others from releasing the Bludger, while running around the court and shouting, "You have to come down! Come down quickly! You will do it!" We fell together, Merlin!! Malfoy, what are you going to do!!!"
Draco didn't care. He turned a deaf ear to Hermione's words and asked Harry in the fast wind: "Are you still insisting on sitting sideways now?"
If Harry hadn't been unable to twist his neck anymore, he would have really wanted to give him a straight eye roll: "Just for this? It's just a gesture, Draco——"
As if on purpose, the broom began to dive rapidly. Harry really screamed this time. He couldn't help but hold the broom tightly and hugged Draco's waist. Within a few breaths, he felt that his body was constantly shaking. He leaned forward, as if he was going to fall face down in the next second, and his nose was filled with the aroma of Draco's essential oils fumigated with hot water and the thin smell of sweat left by exercise, which made the tip of his nose itchy. I couldn't help but want to sneeze...well, maybe the smell of his hairspray was mixed in with it.
After a while, the broom still did not touch the ground. Instead, it circled upward around Slytherin's goal post and stopped at the edge of the goal while maintaining a balanced state.
Draco seemed to get satisfaction from this behavior, his chin lifted high.
"If you were sitting like me, you would never be afraid of being like this," he points out.
"But I don't have to compete! I! Don't have to compete!" Harry said with a helpless face. After several sprints, he had to adjust the distance from behind, but this made them too close. One boy was almost cheek to cheek when he said, "Why do I have to sit in the way the competition requires!"
"It's a matter of attitude," Draco said, "I won't allow you to despise Quidditch! Your behavior is just like you... just like you are driving without wearing a seat belt!"
"You're still learning and selling it now," Harry pointed out speechlessly, "You're obviously the one not wearing a seat belt!!!"
During the holidays, Sirius bought a new car and generously taught the two boys how to drive. When they were practicing, Draco was not wearing a seat belt, which Harry once said to him.
"This is different," Harry said.
"This is the same!" Draco declared, "If you don't swear that you will never sit sideways again, I will train you like this." He showed his rogue behavior with a slightly malicious smile, and held out his hands tightly Hugging Harry's waist tightly to prevent this guy from using super powers to escape, "You know I can do it."
Harry was about to retort when he heard Flint shouting from below: "Stop whispering, boys, the Bludger is coming!!!!"
The two boys looked down and saw Flint waving a club as thick as his arm and hitting a wildly spinning Bludger.
——The direction is exactly the goal, which is their position!
What The Fuck! ! !
Harry pushed Draco quickly, then freed up one hand to hold the broom and flew sideways, just in time to avoid the Bludger.
"The response is good!" A player below commented harshly.
"And this!" Flint said and shot another Bludger. This time Draco just held Harry's waist like nothing happened, and Harry became the one, or rather the only one, controlling the broom. This time he finally realized the inconvenience of sitting sideways - apart from other things, the fact that the viewing angle was only on one side was particularly scary.
Two bludgers were flying randomly, and one even happened to fly straight towards them. Harry had to choose to lower his broom and dive, and sitting sideways made this action particularly difficult.
"Look, what did I say?" Draco actually said calmly.
"Shut up, Draco." Harry said expressionlessly as he let the broom fly towards the other goalpost to avoid the ball, "Don't make me kick you down."
Several Slytherin players seemed to have been hit by a certain switch, and they all became interested. They were originally resting, but now they grabbed their brooms and flew into the sky. The batters were especially enthusiastic - they often used the ball to beat the opponent's players. You can get an extraordinary sense of satisfaction when you knock off the field. If the enemy is the prey of the ordinary version, then the two boys sitting on the Nimbus 2001 are like zombies with double points. Maybe they appear on the battlefield of CS. More eye-catching, more itchy, a rare monster.
"Your teammates are crazy," Harry flexibly manipulated the broom to avoid a passing Bludger. He felt as if he was in a magical world, and he was wearing the red uniform of Gryffindor. He was full of hatred, and the corner of his mouth Twitching, "You are obviously on the same team, but they tried to knock us down with Bludgers!"
"It's all because of the rare opportunity," Draco taunted with the emphasis of a poetic recitation. "The opportunity to shoot down a Potter on a broomstick is as rare as it gets."
Harry really wanted to kick him off... To be honest, if two people were riding on a broom, the speed would be slower.
"Well," Harry assured Draco, "I promise you I won't sit sideways anymore, so..."
As if Merlin couldn't get along with him, Flint and several team members over there laughed and said: "Training has begun, Draco, if you can catch the Golden Snitch like this, I will treat you to butterbeer on the weekend!!"
As he said this, Harry saw a flash of golden light soar from his hand and then disappear.
"Butterbeer!" Draco was expecting Harry to compromise, but his eyes lit up when he heard the butterbeer, and he pretended to be reserved, "But butterbeer can't buy me!"
"Then firewhiskey!" Flint said loudly, "As long as your little body can bear it!"
Draco was immediately motivated and made a decisive decision: "Let's go, for the firewhiskey!"
Harry really suspected that he had a Gryffindor behind his back.
"Are you a Slytherin?" Harry's voice trembled in the wind due to the broomstick driven by Draco. "You are crazy about wine and Quidditch. I want to complain to Sazar!!!"
"Only drinking wine can prove that you are mature! Fire whiskey is not something we have been able to get in the past few years. Don't miss the opportunity again!"
"Nonsense. Only when the age on your ID card reaches the required number is it considered proof of your maturity!" Harry couldn't understand the thinking of ordinary boys that 'drinking the strongest alcohol proves...'. After all, he always thought Draco is no longer an ordinary boy, "And you can let me go first!"
"It won't count if I let you go, idiot," Draco said.
"I saw the Golden Snitch," Harry said. He didn't want to try the crazy training of Slytherin, and his intuition told him that Firewhiskey was not a good thing. "Put me down and I'll tell you where it is."
"Didn't you listen to me? When I catch the Golden Snitch, I won't count if you're not on my broom!"
"You insist on that... Firewhiskey?"
"I want it to death."
"But I don't want that."
"I want it. You just have to stay on my broom while I catch the Snitch. I don't want to carry you back drunk after all."
Harry gave him a deep look, a look of unknown meaning that made Draco shiver and feel chills all over.
Then the next second, he felt his arm being pushed away by a strong force. He swayed for a long time and finally stabilized the broom. Harry just disappeared from his eyes, and Hermione's scream penetrated with great power. His eardrums——
- Harry jumped off his broom.
Like a gust of wind, he turned into a fluttering shadow and fell quickly towards the ground. At that moment, Draco was so frightened that he didn't even have time to scream. He quickly cursed in his mind and turned the broom, which was much lighter, and rushed down, speeding up. Accelerating and accelerating, he has never flown so fast.
Do you want to become a pancake on the ground of the Quidditch pitch? If he couldn't curse right now, Draco would really want to curse loudly, but in such a situation, he could only rush to the ground without saying a word. The wind was blowing His face hurt, but finally, when he was still three meters above the ground, he finally flew faster than Harry fell down——
——In the end, he was hit with stars in his eyes.
"Ouch!!!!" He let out a burst of pain as he was hit.
Harry gasped for air and sat on the same broom with him in a strange posture - his arms rested on Draco's shoulders, and Draco's head was on his chest. In order not to fall, His legs were tightly clamped around Draco's waist, and he had to hold his neck and head.
If you don’t know better, you may not know that others will think that this is a statue of an inseparable couple.
How to put it, if someone put a camera to slow down the playback, you would know - Harry did indeed throw himself towards Draco's broom at the end, and Draco also intended to catch him, but the acceleration of gravity still caused them both to be hit by each other. It hurt, and Harry, who was tall but not muscular, made Draco feel like his nose was going to collapse.
"How are you!"
Flint was rapidly descending beside them - he had also rushed over to try to rescue Harry when he fell. After all, Harry was a second-year eagle, not a lion, and his identity was more sensitive, so he couldn't really let him fall into trouble - After looking at the two people, I found that there was nothing wrong with them other than crying out in pain, so I was finally relieved.
"What's wrong with you!!!" Draco blushed and pushed Harry away a little. After he regained his breath, he started to pull Harry down and cursed, furious, "Is there a soft mattress underneath you! Why are you You have to jump down! Do you think that if you jump down, there will be ten people below trying to catch you! What are you going to do if it's not me! Will you lie in the hospital wing for a few months?!"
Harry smiled slyly at him, straightened his messy bangs, exposed his eyes, then turned to Flint and stretched out his clenched left hand.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the golden ball fluttered its wings and flew up from his hand.
"Firewhiskey, Senior Flint, you must remember to honor it."
Harry turned his head back as he spoke. Under Draco's shocked gaze, his green eyes blinked brightly, and he said in a cheerful tone, "Look, I ended up on your broom, so that counts, right?"
Draco was dumbfounded and couldn't speak for a long time. He never thought that Harry would...would do such a thing. It's crazy, it's crazy, it's not like Harry... No, the point is, in this situation, no, in that situation, did he jump because he was sure he could catch the Golden Snitch?
What kind of courage is this!
"If he hadn't caught you, you would have lost your arms and legs." Flint shook his head and said, but he still admired him very much, "You are so brave."
"I'm scared too," Harry admitted, gesturing for them to look at his trembling hands, and then smiled slightly and punched Draco's chest, like other team members, "but I think he will catch me."
Draco pursed his lips and squeezed the fist, and for some reason he didn't dare to raise his head to look into the other person's eyes - his chest and ears seemed to have been sunburned, burning, and his whole body seemed to have risen by dozens of degrees, as if it was instantly It's like burning.
But it's very comfortable.
He thought idly that he probably liked this feeling - the feeling of being trusted by Harry and making him happy.
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On the other side, Hermione, who had been testing her heart's endurance, finally breathed a long sigh of relief and sat on the ground with weak legs, her books scattered on the floor.
"I really don't know what boys think... taking such a risk!" She said with hatred and sigh.
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Later, Flint kept his promise and brought firewhiskey back - although the school banned this, who doesn't have some secrets and unknown ways? What’s more, seniors can go to Hogsmeade!
As if he had planted a spy in Slytherin, Harry calmly sat down on one of the sofas in the cellar - which happened to be the one where Draco usually sat - and confidently took away all the firewhiskey and waited for Draco When he heard the news, all he was left with was a bunch of laughter, because Harry didn't even leave him Flint's extra butterbeer. The only note left behind was probably based on the Howler Letter, and he was talking slowly Repeat Harry's comments to him:
"——Do you think I went all out to catch the Golden Snitch just to let you drink whiskey happily? No, Draco, you think so! I'm not that stupid. You can't even drink a drop of it. It does belong to me and to you by rights, but this is the price you paid for dragging me onto the broom to scare me just for a sitting position, you owe me."
Draco was so angry that he shivered all over, tore the note into pieces and ran out, leaving the other Slytherins laughing even harder, making the whole cellar seem to shake.
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"Oh," Charles opened his eyes wide, and others could easily see the expression of admiration on his face, "This feels... wonderful, wonderful. I think the taste will be better if ice is added."
Harry sat across from him, very considerately added two cubes of ice to his glass, and said cheerfully: "So, Dad, do you think this wine tastes good?"
"It's as exciting as fire burning in your throat," Charles said with a smile while sitting at the desk, "But why did you suddenly go home today and bring back two bottles of wine?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and Harry obediently lowered his head and stretched his neck. , let dad touch his head.
"This is something seniors sometimes lose to me and Draco." Harry smiled mysteriously, "But minors can't drink, right, dad?"
Erik raised his eyebrows silently, keenly feeling that there might be something else going on, but he said nothing and poured himself another glass of Firewhiskey - there were not many benefits to the wizard, but the novelty was really not. few.
"That's right," Charles said happily, "I'm glad you didn't drink without permission and gave us the wine... We will keep them and enjoy them. When you are an adult, we will treat you to a drink. Why? Sample?"
Erik coughed a few times, feeling that Charles had not thought at all when he said this, that Harry was extremely drunk.
"I'd love to," Harry said cheerfully, standing up and grabbing two glasses of wine, "Well, I think I could give Peter and Wanda some butterbeer -"
After saying that, he took the wine and walked out of the study door.
"...Is he a little too happy today?" Charles said thoughtfully.
"It's nothing, as long as he is happy." Erik raised his eyebrows and said pertinently.
"You're right, my dear," Charles took a sip of firewhiskey. "No matter what, it's good that he is happy."
The author has something to say: Harry: I bullied Draco, whetted his appetite, made him hope and then disappointed, and hurt him. I was so happy.
I have adjusted my schedule. The weather in Wuhan has changed in the past few days, and I have caught a cold for several days. Everyone should be careful about their health.
I went out to eat hot pot at noon and slept until ten o'clock when I came back. I was hopeless.
PS: I didn’t get a single deal from Earl, I’m crying to death...I’m willing to do anything, Earl, come on! ! ! !
PSS: Everyone must leave more messages. The more messages you leave, the more motivation I will get!
