Draco talked, not even holding onto the broom with his hands, perfectly balance on the small stick. He had been through wars himself, a lot of times making him question himself and his loyalties and everything he had ever known. Up in the sky, he didn't worry about all of that.
"We do run into each other on occasion. Loads have been knocked out falling off a broom from this height. There can be serious injuries." He was happy to talk quidditch even to someone who didn't know a thing about the game. "There is a quaffle that the chasers pass around and use to score points, there are the bludgers and beaters that try to knock players off their brooms, and there is the snitch which you have to catch to end the game. It is really fast and the seeker for each team looks for it. I am a seeker." He smiled proudly even if he had lost a couple over the years. He loved to play.