The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

Flying Lessons

Today, the Gryffindors had flying lessons with the Slytherins. Both Carson and Harry were looking forward to it but did not want to deal with Malfoy showing off. Hermione on the other hand, was reading books about flying as if her life depended on it. She was not fond of flying.

"Good Afternoon class." Madam Hooch said as she greeted the students who were waiting by their brooms.

"Good afternoon Madam Hooch!" the students said in response.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!"

"UP!" the various children had said on her command. Only Carson and Harry's brooms had gone up.

"How did you do that?" Hermione asked Carson, eager to get it right.

"You just clear your mind and focus on the broom." Carson said, hoping Hermione could do it.

"Up!" Hermione said, the broom flying up to her hand.

"I did it! Thank you Carson!" Hermione said as she squealed in delight for being able to do it. As much as she hated flying, she felt the need to be perfect at it.

"You're welcome 'Mione." Carson said, before paying attention the class. Ron's broom had smacked him on the face. The three boys shared a laugh and went back to the lesson.

"Up!" Came from Draco, him showing a smirk, thinking he was better than everyone for doing it. It only took him four tries.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end." Madam Hooch said, as the kids started mounting their brooms. "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2..." She said, as Neville panicked, and his broom started going up.

"Oh.." Neville said uneasily, trying to get back down, but it only going higher.

"Mr. Longbottom." Madam Hooch said, hoping she could get him to come down.

"Neville...Neville.." A few students started to murmur about what was going on.

"Neville! We weren't supposed to take off yet!" Ron said, trying to get him to fly back down.

"Mr. Longbottom!" Madam Hooch yelled, now about to grab his broom.

"Down! Down! Ahhh!" Neville said, as his broom skyrocketed into the air.

"Come back now this instant!" Madam Hooch commanded, not realizing he had not taken off on purpose and could not come back down. He didn't know how.

"HELP!" Neville shouted, hoping someone could save him as he dashed through the air unsteadily. Soon enough, Neville's broom started plummeting back down and he crashed into the floor.

Neville was wincing in pain as he held his wrist. Madam Hooch dashed over to check on him.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get." Madam Hooch said, as Draco picked up Neville's Remembrall. "Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch." Madam Hooch said sternly as she walked Neville to the hospital wing.

Once they left, Malfoy and his goons started snickering at the situation, while Draco was holding the Remembrall.

"Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse." Draco said as the Slytherins started laughing.