Broomsticks

Hermione, Harry, and on at in the dining hall with me studying during our break... Well at least Mione was studying with me. I ate my apple. "You guys ready for flying lessons?"

"Not at all." Mione complained, Ron rolled his eyes.

I glared at him, he smiled innocently. "Don't worry, cant be that hard." Mione frowned, I looked up to see owls. "Weird wizard mail is here." I groaned and covered my head with one hand just in case.

The owls started to drop packages and letters, Ron got a newspaper and two letters, after they bounced off my hand that was protecting my head, and Mione got a package. "Can I borrow this?" Harry reached forward picked up Rons discarded newspaper, Ron nodded.

"Hey look, Neville's got a Remembrall." Someone announced, we all looked over.

Mione smiled. "I've read about those. The smoke turns red when you've forgotten something."

I chuckled. "I've could have used that in my last life." I bit into the last bite of apple.

The smoke turned red in the ball. "The only problem is." Neville stared at the smoke. "I cant remember what I've forgotten."

I squinted my eyes in thought. "Homework, Robe, Wand, Food,..." I started listing things to jog his memory, the way I usually remember stuff. "Paper, glass-."

"Someone broke into Gringotts." I looked to Harry. "Listen... 'Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches. Gringotts goblins acknowledge the breach but insist nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had been emptied earlier that same day'." Harrys brows furrowed. "That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to." All three of them squinted their eyes in thought.

. . .Flying lessons, nervous is a yes, scared is a yes, excited it a defiantly. Now all I need is a pointy hat, chin, and nose and I'm all set.

"Good afternoon class." The Professor walked down between the two rows of students.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." We all said back.

She made it to the opposite side of the rows and turned back to us. "Welcome to your first flying lesson..." I took a deep breath. "Well... What are you waiting for? Step up to the left side of your broomsticks." I stepped to the left. "Come on now, hurry up.... Stick your hand over the broom and say 'up'."

A sea of 'ups' were heard. Harrys broom snapped up, Mione went wide eyed in annoyance and continued to talk to hers. I looked at mine. "Up." It moved slightly, Dracos shot up and looked at me smugly. "Up." My broom snapped up and I smirked at Draco, he rolled his eyes. Rons smacked him in the face, Miones still wasn't cooperating. "Mione just pretend you're commanding me to study. Say it with demanding confidence."

She looked back at her broom. "Up." It snapped to her hand, she smiled and looked at me. "Thank you." I winked.

"Now." Professor walked back through the rows. "Once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it." I swung my leg over. "Grip it tight. You don't wanna be sliding off the end." My nerves kicked in. "When I blow my whistle, I want you to kick off the ground, hard. Keep your brooms steady, hover for a moment then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two..."

As soon as she blew the whistle Neville lifted off of the ground, first I was proud of him until I realized for some reason this wasn't a thing to be proud of. The teacher was talking nervously as Neville lifted up further until he was flying like he was riding bumper cars, no break and the steering was jacked up.

My eyes widened as he zoomed through the group, up around the castle then got stuck on a statue way up high.

"No." I gasped and covered my mouth.

Neville fell to the ground and the professor walked over quickly, helping Neville up like what just happened didn't mean shit.

I turned to Mione. "Why didn't she do anything? Couldn't she have used a spell or something?"

Mione looked disappointed to with her pressed lips. "Poor Neville."

The Professor walked over. "Keep your feet on the ground while I take him to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air the one riding they will be expelled before they can say Quidditch." My eyes widened and my broom became a loose object in my hand.

"Did you see his face?" I turned around to Dracos smug look and the Remembrall in his hand. "Maybe if the fat lob would have given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse." I glared at him

Harry stepped forward. "Give it here, Malfoy." I smiled at Harry.

Draco turned to him. "No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He threw it up in his hand then mounted the broom to fly around the group. "How about on the roof?" Malfoy flew above us. "What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

"Draco!" I yelled up to him. "Come back down before you get hurt!"

"Harry, no way." I turned to Mione talking to a broom-mounting Harry. "You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides you don't even know how to fly."

Harry flew away, my eyes widened. "Harry! You don't know how to land!" Mione and Ron looked at me. "What?" I smiled.

Mione looked back to Harry and Malfoy yelling at each other. "They are such idiots."

I sighed. "Dracos fathers on the board so most likely Harrys the only one who will get expelled." I glared at Draco but was very impressed at how he was handling that broom, but still annoyed.

Draco threw the Remembrall, Harry flew after it as if it wasn't his first time and caught if like he was trying to show off. All the students cheered as he touched down and ran over to him, I turned around and looked at Draco who glared at the attention Harry was getting.

I stormed over to him. "That was idiotic Draco."

He turned to me and smiled. "Were you scared, Mudblood?"

I stopped in front of him. "Obviously! Not only did you endanger yourself if something went wrong but also Harry."

His brows furrowed. "What's it matter to you?"

My eyes widened. "Are you serious?" I scoffed, he raised a brow. "What's it matter?.. It matters because you are living and I'd prefer you to stay alive."

Draco scoffed. "Whatever, Mudblood." He walked back to his friends.

I rolled my eyes. (He better grow out of this faze or else I'm going to go to those parents of his and give them a piece of my mudblood mind... Him and his stupid mudblood hating reputation.)

I turned to Harry to see McGonagall walking up. "Shit." I fast walked to Harry.

"Harry Potter!" All the cheers stopped with her call, Harry turned to her. "Follow me."

I walked up to harry and grabbed his shoulder. My eyes trained to McGonagall, my eyes squinted. "She's not mad." My friends all furrowed their brows. "McGonagall's proud, not mad. Maybe a little excited, you'll be fine." I patted Harry on the back. "Maybe she saw something she liked."

"Thanks." Harry smiled and walked to catch up with McGonagall.

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