Harry sighed, kicking the grass beneath his feet. He was cold, bored, and not paying attention.
As hard as he tried, he couldn't focus on what Madam Hooch was saying. He stared at his broom beside his left foot. Harry wondered when Madam Hooch would start the actual flying part.
"Now, I am going to pair you all with someone from your house. Listen for your name, find your pair, and wait for instructions."
Madam Hooch declared, "Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan, Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas, Luna Lovegood and Cho Chang, Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Perkinson, Cedric Diggory and Susan Bones, Hermione Granger and Lavender Brown,-"
Harry blinked, looking up at Madam Hooch. Finally. Harry grinned, bouncing on his toes ever so slightly. As names continued to be called, Harry realized that he barely knew any of his housemates. All he knew, was that they surely knew him.
"Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley!" Madam Hooch shouted.
Harry sighed, turning to his best friend. Ron just grinned back.
"A bit much, don't you think?" Ron whispered to Harry.
Harry raised a curious eyebrow, whispering back, "What?"
Ron's eyes darted over to the other pairs before returning to look into Harry's emerald eyes.
"Putting pairs together from the same house," Ron murmured.
Harry blinked. Why, it is strange.
"Ron, I'm sure they just want us to get to know our housemates. And if not, I'll openly declare it as, 'House-Segregation'," Harry sighed, sticking his tongue out at the redhead.
"Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy!" Madam Hooch finally shouted.
Both Ron and Harry turned to look at the two.
Harry watched as Draco smiled at his friend, giving him a high five. His hair had fluffed up in the wind, and he had to pause occasionally to move it from his eyes. Draco's laughter filled Harry's head, causing him to shake it away.
"Hey, Ro-," Harry started, turning to Ron.
The redhead was also looking in the direction of Draco and Blaise. But instead of gazing at Draco, his eyes were locked on the darker-toned Slytherin. Harry gave a soft smile, nudging Ron as Madam Hooch called everyone over.
As everyone settled down, Madam Hooch shouted, "Now, everyone! You and your partner will have a race on your brooms! I have marked the finish lines in the grass! You are expected to fly around a hundred feet in the air! This is not your first flying lesson, so remember what I've taught you for two weeks!"
Some students sighed, others squealed, while the rest whimpered at the mention of the height expectation. Each pair then went to find a starting point.
Harry walked across the dewy grass, stopping at a rusty marker stuck in the earth. He turned his head, noticing Ron and Blaise having a small chat before Ron trotted over. His face was a little red. Harry snickered.
"What?" Ron asked, a smile still on his face.
Harry whispered, "Are you gay?"
Ron flushed an even deeper red. He scowled softly, looking away with a grumble.
"M-Maybe," Ron whispered.
Harry gasped, a look of pure joy on his face. Ron looked over, an expression of worry covering his peaceful features.
"Promise you won't tell?" Ron whimpered.
Harry nodded, whispering back, "I'm bisexual, mate. I get it."
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Something Real - A Drarry story
FanfictionHarry smirked, "I should get an award." Draco rolled his eyes. "And what blasted person gave you that idea?" "You!" Draco scowled, placing his palm over his face. "How so, fool?" "I flustered a Malfoy," Harry said coolly, beginning to laugh as Draco...
