Hurt

Chapter 8

Madam Hooch strolled through the first years, giving her usual spiel. Hermione huffed impatiently. This was a waste of class time that could've been spent learning something useful. Plus her joints hurt from last night's training session. The last thing she needed was sitting on a broom. She played Quidditch with her brothers and sisters back at Wayne Manor, but Quidditch was a surefire way to get hurt or popular and Hermione wanted neither.

Despite only being in Hogwarts a couple of months, she had been given the name "Little Miss Perfect." And it was really annoying. She decided not to bother, they were only in first year and it wasn't like she could play on the team. She then decided Hermione Granger was a quiet, unco-ordinated girl who was terrified of heights and only shone in the classroom.

Harry's broom shot to his hand, as did Draco's. Hermione eyed her friend's nephew. Lucius and Narcissa had boasted to anyone who would listen at various Galas that Draco was a prodigy at Quidditch, according to Isaac who did a wonderful Lucius impression. She chuckled at Ron who had taken a couple of tries but looked excited just to be holding a broom. She thought of the stack of letters from Ana who would be trying for the Slytherin Quidditch team that day, and almost groaned. The older witch had been sending several letters a day since the Percy incident and she had ignored them all, not sending a single reply. All of them demanding answers to various questions about her friendship to Harry and Ron. Ana had seen an opportunity to learn about Hermione's life in Gryffindor but had become far too pushy for her liking.

She lazily called the broom to her and followed Hooch's instructions to mount the broom. To everyone's shock (not) poor Neville shot into the sky and couldn't come down. Hooch was no help, just calling his name without helping him guide the broom back.

Not surprisingly Neville ended up injured and the eagle eyed witch seemed to think leaving a group of eleven and twelve year olds unsupervised with brooms was a good idea. Draco walked over and picked up Neville's Remembrall which had fallen onto the grass in the comotion.
"Looks like Longbottom forgot something. I'll just put it somewhere easy to find." he smirked. The Slytherins around him started to laugh. Hermione looked to her friends in Slytherin and subtly gestured to them.
If he keeps it, steal it back.
The girls nodded. Even after the brothel, they were still using the subtle sign language they had invented.

"Give it here Malfoy!" Harry stepped forward.
"You want it? Come and get it." Draco flew into the air. Harry went to follow suit and Hermione grabbed his arm.
"Don't! Remember what Madame Hooch said. You'll be in so much trouble!" she tried.
"I don't care! Someone has to stand up to him!" Harry snapped.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over to Ron while Harry flew over to Draco.
"Give it here Malfoy!"
"Alright then." Draco sneered and threw the Remembrall. Harry dove and caught it right before it crashed into Professor McGonagall's window and flew back down. Harry and Ron high-fived and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You are so bloody lucky no one saw that, you-"
"Mr Potter! Come with me please!" Professor McGonagall called.
"Never mind." grumbled Ron.
"See you on the other side." Harry whispered.

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"Quidditch team! Harry that's huge! First years aren't even allowed try out!" Ron said excitedly.
"It's true Harry, you're the first first year to play on a House Quidditch team in a century." Hermione beamed. "I'm not really surprised though, it's in your blood." she added.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Come on, I'll show you." Hermione said excitedly and dragged the two over to the Trophy Case.
"I noticed it our first detention. Look!" She pointed to the name. James Potter, Seeker was engraved on the shield.
"My dad was a Seeker?"
"For Gryffindor. Look! Professor Snape was the Slytherin Seeker." Ron pointed out.
"So the bat can fly then?" laughed Harry.
"Hey, maybe that's why Professor Snape doesn't like me? He and Dad must've had a rivalry!" He said in excitement. Hermione simply nodded, not wanting to burst her friend's bubble.
"Something like that maybe. It sounds plausible."