Harry was a little better than Draco in every aspect of Quidditch. Now that their brooms were evenly matched, Draco really had no chance.
Naturally, the rogue Bludger from the original plot never appeared either. Dobby was in the stands, attending to Sirius and Lupin, and had no time to meddle with some blasted Bludger.
So although Slytherin took the lead in the battle for the Quaffle thanks to the other players' superior brooms, pulling ahead by fifty points at one stage, they still lost the moment Harry caught the Golden Snitch.
"When did you buy a new broom?" Tris asked Harry after the match, looking baffled.
"When we went to Diagon Alley before term started," Harry said, his gaze wandering. "You were reading in Flourish and Blotts, so we went to the Broomstick Shop and bought it."
Tris blinked. It took him two seconds to catch on. "So all of you knew?"
He looked at Fred and George, then Ron and Ginny, then Sirius and Remus, his face filled with incredulous shock.
"Well, you're in Slytherin!" Ron said, utterly convinced he was in the right. "If you'd found out, we might have lost our biggest advantage."
For fuck's sake.
At that moment, Tris had a whole stomachful of curses he desperately wanted to let loose.
"So when you acted all nervous about Draco getting a new broom, you were just messing with me? Since when were you all such good actors? Getting plenty of practice in Lockhart's drama classes, were you?"
This was where their true characters showed.
Among everyone involved, Sirius was grinning so broadly his eyes had all but disappeared, the Twins couldn't stop laughing, and Ron was practically dancing with delight. Even Ginny couldn't hide her smile.
The only two who showed even a little embarrassment