Tale of the Gryffindor Princess (Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone FanFic)

Ch. 6 Broomstick Rides and Midnight Duels

Thymara

Flying lessons starting on Thursday, Gryffindor- and Slytherin learning together, She read as in the Common Room was groans were uttered. Harry and Draco seemed to hate each other so much, She had noticed.

        "Typical," Harry muttered darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a Broomstick in front of Malfoy." She frowned at this,  should she tell him ? It wouldn't be right if she didn't after all both of their parents were close friends and went to school together.

    "You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," Ron replied reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, I bet that's all talk."

Draco did boast a lot, most of his stories ended up with him narrowly escaping muggles in helicopters. The way Seamus spoke of his childhood he had spent his childhood zooming on a broomstick across the countryside.

Closing in on the two she grabbed Harry and dragged him toward the trophy hall. "You won't make a fool of yourself, It's in your blood and as for Potions you just need help," She muttered as she pointed at his Dad's trophy.

"Your Dad was a Seeker and a good one too. Also, you've been on a Broomstick before, Ral  told me how we used to ride our Broomsticks together," She added at the shocked expressions. Of course they'd be even more surprised if they paid enough attention to see that a certain Head of Gryffindor House was amazing at Quidditch.

As for Ron, he'd tell anybody how he almost hit a hang glider with Charlie's old broom. He even had some argument whit Thomas Dean about how soccer.  Ron did not see the excitement at the Muggle sport where you can't fly and neither could the ball.

Neville had never been around one, his Gram never allowed him to and for good reason, even on solid ground and on two feet Neville still managed to get into trouble. As for her, she was no stranger to a broomstick but preferred to ride her Winged Horses.

  Hermione Granger was absolutely nervous along with Neville. She tried to learn by heart with a book but there were somethings you can't learn by reading. She'd bore them with all the stupid tips she'd gotten from Quidditch Throughout The Ages, Neville hanged on to every word as he was desperate.

Thankfully Hermione was interrupted by the owls as they swooped in to deliver the mail. Draco's Eagle Owl swooped in with the usual sweets from home.

   A Barn Owl swooped near Neville with a small package. He opened it excitedly as he showed them a small glass ball, which seemed full of white smoke. "It's a Rememball !" He explained. "Gran knows I forget things- this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight, like this and if it turns red- oh"

His face fell as the smoke glowed scarlet. "...you've forgotten  something..."

"I can't remember what I had forgotten." Draco snatched the Rememball. Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, hoping for a fight but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble faster than any teacher in the school was there in a flash.

       "What's going on ?"

       "Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."

Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Rememball back on the table.

"Just looking," He said as he sloped away with his bodyguards  behind him.

At three-thirty that afternoon the Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first Flying lesson. It was a perfect day to fly, clear and breezy she loved to feel  the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawn toward a smooth lawn.