Meant To Be?

9. Flying Class

(Y/N POV)

I'm still half asleep, it's too early for this. First class of the day, at 8:00am sharp, is flying class with Madam Hooch. She standing there going on and on and I'm hardly listening. I'd much rather be anywhere else.

(Draco POV)

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually excited for this class. I'm determined to become the best Quidditch player ever.

(Y/N POV)

Madam Hooch tells us to stand next to our brooms, hold our hands out, and say "Up" to get our brooms to come to us. I get it on my first try, and look at Draco smiling. He looks back at me, smiles, and nods.

(Draco POV)

Did she just look at me for approval? I shrug. She did okay I guess. I don't see why she cares about my opinion though.

(Y/N POV)

"Now, you're going to mount your brooms. On the count of three, you're going to kick off and hover for a moment," Madam Hooch says. She counts off, and Neville Longbottom and I are off the ground. The only difference is, Neville takes off. Like, actually. He's flying around very carelessly, as if he has no control over the broom. He crashes into the wall of the school and falls to the ground. Everyone runs to him.

Madam Hooch says it's a broken arm. She takes him to the hospital wing, clarifying that if anyone is on their brooms and off the ground when she comes back, they get detention. Leave to Malfoy to break that rule first.

(Draco POV)

I pick up Longbottom's Remembrall. "Maybe if that fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass." My friends and I start laughing. Then, of course, Potter walks up to me. "Give it here, Malfoy," he demands. I slowly turn around and look at him. "No," I say with a slight smirk. "I think I'll put this somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about on the roof?" I say, getting on my broom and flying off.

(Y/N POV)

Harry and Draco get into a small argument, as expected to be honest. After Draco flies off, Harry gets on his broom. "Are you crazy?" I ask him. "You heard what Madam Hooch said," added Hermione. He flies off after Draco anyway. "What an idiot," Hermione and I say in unison. Next thing we know Draco throws the Remembrall and Harry's chasing after it. Out of complete stupidity, I get on my broom and follow him.

(Draco POV)

Of course she's going to chase after him. He is the "Chosen One" after all. Our first class and she's actually doing pretty well controlling her broom. After a few minutes, they come back. Harry's got the stupid glass ball and everyone surrounds him cheering. McGonagall walks onto the grounds demanding Harry and Y/N follow her. I follow them.