"Well, not always." Yes, he said it with bitterness, yes, he thought of the fucking Firebolt. He puffed out his cheeks with annoyance and looked out of the window. "I don't need a good broom to help me win, I'll do fine by myself." Debatable. He was only there because of his father and the brooms certainly helped him stay on the team and do better so it would help a lot.

"As long as I can knock Potter off his high horse, I'll be happy."

Grinning, Draco bounced a little. Oh, speaking of - time to put a certain doubt to rest. "Say, Blaise, you don't think I--I talk about Potter too much, do you?"