Miss Primrose Potter (HP FANFIC/HP SIS)

A WHAT NOW?

Harry and Primrose's head conversation in italics.

"Typical, just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick infront of Malfoy." Harry said darkly.

"Huh?" I muttered confused. Both of us had been looking forward to flying.

"We will be having flying lessons with Slytherins from Thursday." Ron said then turing to Harry  started, "You don't know you'll make a fool of yourself. Anyway, I know Malfoy's going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk." 

"You don't know that." I frowned.

Malfoy did chatter about Quidditch a lot... and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. Every pure-blood family chattered non-stop about Quidditch. At this point no one needed a guide to Quidditch. Hermione was almost as nervous about flying as Neville. At breakfast on Thursday she kept telling everyone about flying tips that she got off a book, Quidditch Through the Ages. Everyone seemed glad when her lecture was interrupted by the mail. Harry and I had practically received nothing, Malfoy was quick to notice that of course. Everyday, he received packages and gloatingly opened them at the Slytherin table. Neville received a small package from his granny.

"It's a Remembrall! Gran knows I forget things this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it like this and if it turns red - oh..." His face fell as the remembrall glowed scarlet. "... you've forgotten something..."

While he tried to remember what it was that he had forgotten, Draco, who was passing by snatched the Remembrall. Harry and Ron jumped to their feet to fight him,  But Professor McGonagall was there in a flash. "What's going on?"

"Malfoy's got my remembrall, Professor."

"Just looking." Scowling and dropping the remembrall, Draco sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Your robes." I whispered to him.

It was a clear and breezy day. Madam Hooch had short, gray hair and yellow hawk-like yellow eyes. "What are you all waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up." She barked. "Stick out your right hand over your broom and say 'Up!'"

There was a chorus of 'UP!' in the pitch. Harry, Draco and mine came up at once, but not everyone was that lucky. Then Professor taught us how to mount our brooms. Harry and Ron seemed delighted when Madam Hooch told Draco that he had been doing it wrong for years. I couldn't help a smirk of my own.

"Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle- three -two-" But Neville nervous, pushed a second early. He shot up going twelve feet then twenty. I felt a little concerned for him, he seemed nice! "Come back, boy!" Professor shouted.

WHAM, a thud and a crack sounded through the air. Neville had slipped sideways from the broom and hit the ground but, his broomstick continued to fly higher and higher. "Broken wrist. Come on, boy- it's all right, up you get." Professor said. Turing to us, she said, "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out before you can say 'Quidditch'. Come on, dear."

Just as Professor left with Neville, Draco picked up Neville's Remembrall. "Look! It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." The remembrall glittered under the sun.

"Give that here, Malfoy!" My brother said. 

"Harry!" I groaned.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect, how about- up a tree?"

"Give it here!" Harry yelled. But, Draco had jumped onto his broom and flew away. He wasn't lying... he could fly well. "Come and get it, Potter!" Harry grabbed his broom.