Impossible Possibilities

Chapter 6

Chapter Six:

Hermione’s Point of View

          “Flying lessons are today,” Ron happily stated as he ate lots of food, as normal, “I’m so excited! Finally a class I can get an O in! You’re going to LOVE flying Harry! It’s really too bad that first years can’t have their own brooms though, OR try out for the team,”

          “It does sound like fun,” Harry commented.

          “Obviously,” He flashed a food filled grin, and continued munching on some waffles. I don’t think I wanted to eat my waffles anymore.

          “Well, you do talk about it non-stop. You also talk about Wizard’s Chess a lot too,” I commented, rubbing in his face that I won.

          “I still want a rematch,” He warned, rubbing his fists together. I snorted; his chess set didn’t like me.

          “I would but your chess set isn’t a good sport. Every time I try to walk by they stick their tongues out at me,” I warned, sipping on my pumpkin juice.

          “Have you read ‘Quidditch through the Ages’?” Ron asked me, and I nodded.

          “I have read that book,”

          “The Chudley Cannons are my FAVORITE team,” He excitedly exclaimed. I nodded knowingly.

          “I could tell by when Fred and George gave me a tour of your house, and your room was full of moving pictures and your walls were orange,” He nodded.

          “Exactly, they are awesome!!!” I just rolled my eyes. The Chudley Cannons were the worst quidditch team on the market right now, there was no way they were entering the Quidditch world cup this year.

          “Okay Ron,” I gave him a look that he ignored since he started stating off facts about them.

          When breakfast was over, we all headed towards the Quidditch Pitch where Madam Hooch was waiting for us, impatiently tapping her foot. Chatting students filled the Quidditch Pitch and she blew her whistle while she immediately gained our attention.

          “Hello, I am Madam Hooch and welcome to your very first flying class. Now, first off no fooling around, flying can be very dangerous,” She warned. She didn’t say that the first time around.

          “Now, please find a broom, all of you,” She motioned to the brooms and I found one at the end since I didn’t want to fight for a broom. I stood next to it as she made sure everyone had a broom.

          “Now, stand on the right side of the broom,” I stepped over the broom to the right side like she instructed.

          “Hold your hand above your broom, and say up,” She ordered, and I did as she said but the broom didn’t shoot into my hand. Harry’s did, and on the second try Ron’s did. Draco’s shot up into his hand after a few tries and smirked at Harry.

          That should be one of my goals, make Harry and Draco like each other. They were such good friends after the war; he was one of my best friends too.

          After a while, my broom FINALLY shot up in my hand, and Madam Hooch went on with the instructions.

          “Now, mount your brooms. Hold on tightly, you don’t want to fall off. Kick off the ground, hover for a few seconds, and lean forward to come back down. When I blow the whistle, I want you to try,” She went on, and blew her whistle.

          Neville kicked off, but he went out of control. Draco was smirking, and Harry and Ron were surprised while I wasn’t worried. I knew he’d be okay.

          Eventually he fell to the ground and Madam Hooch called over her shoulder as she sent him to the hospital wing, “Don’t fly your broom or you’ll be expelled faster than you can say ‘Quidditch’”

          I grinned as Draco picked up the rememberal, and Harry growled, “Give it back,”

          “What are you going to do about it, Potter?”

          Draco flew up into the sky, and Harry followed. I didn’t even try to stop him this time around. They flew around, and Harry was getting madder and madder and finally, Draco threw the little glass sphere.

          Harry zoomed towards it, and everyone on the ground gasped in awe. He caught it right outside McGonagall’s window, threw it in the air and flew back down, getting congradulated by many kids in our year.

          “Harry Potter,” McGonagall called, and Harry hurried after her. Draco had an evil grin and Ron was worried.

          I for one, stated quietly so no one could hear me, “Youngest player in a century,”