Different

Potoins and Flying (1st year)

I wake up the next morning and look at the clock. I'm too late for breakfast but not too late for class.

I take a quick shower and blow dry my hair with my wand that my mum taught me too do. Then I put my tights and skirt on. Then I put on the white shirt and then put on the cardigan over it with my house crest on it and the robes I put on.

I run down with my books to the common room and out the door to see Draco standing there.

"Morning sleepy head." I smile. "Morning to you too". He hands me an apple as he eats his own and I take bite of mine.

"Thanks", I say. "Your welcome". It's our third day at Hogwarts and the classes have been good. We're going to our first potions class today so me and Draco run download a corridor and still are the first ones there.

We take a seat at the front as the room starts filling up. Then Professor Snape comes in.

The door opens and closes as he comes in. "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However for those select few who possess predisposition I can teach you", by the time he says this both me and Draco are smirking," how to bewitch the mind and insnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame brew glory and even put a stopper in death and then again maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention."

"Mr.Potter our new celebrity. Tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood", Hermione's hand shoots up,"you don't know well lets try again Mr.Potter where would I find a bezoar." "I don't know sir." "Pity. Clearly fame isn't everything is is Mr.Potter."

"Sir please", Hermione starts and she tells him the answers to what he asked Harry to answer.

"Miss.Granger did I ask for your answer. No. Well that will be 50 points from Gryffindor."

I snicker as all the Gryffindor's groan.

"Now I want you to get your partners and they will be partners for the rest of the year. On the board you will find a potion and I want you too brew it my the end of class. Begin."

"Draco do you want to be partners." "Sure. Ok so are you good at potions." "I find a little hard." "Well then be lucky that you have an amazing teacher." He smirks and I laugh. He's eyes twinkle really cutely. Wait what did I just think.

We get the ingredients and we make the potion by the end of class me and Draco don't have homework because we were the only ones who made the potion correctly. We then go down to the quidditch pitch for our first flying lesson.

We get down to the pitch and go next to the brooms layed out.

"Lets hope this lesson is at least half good." "I know right did you see the teacher", I say. Before he can respond the teacher Madam Hooch comes in.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. I'm Madam Hooch and lets start right away. So put your left hand over the broom and then say up."

"Up", I say. I'm the first one to get it up and I smile proudly. Harry and Draco both get it at the same time and they look mad. I bet they wanted to do it before the other one did it.

"Now I want you too mount your brooms and try to go up a few feet."

Before we can do anything Neville does something. He starts flying on his broom. He's so stupid. He gets stuck at the top of the tower and falls down.

"I think he broke his wrist now no one move of this ground or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say quidditch."

Of course Draco does t listen.

"Look what the fat lump dropped. His remembrance ball. Why don't I go hide it in the highest tower", he says as he flies up.

Why are boys so stupid.  Harry mounts his broom and they fight so I decide why don't I stop this.

I grab the broom and fly it up in the hair and then grab a stick. When the ball comes right to me I smack it with so much force it heads all the way to the other side.

Draco has landed by know and it's just me and Harry. He swoops down to feet it I hit it again and we're both smiling like a game we're not taking it literal anymore.

"Potter". "Weasley". We look up to see Professor Snape and Mcgonagall.

I gulp and land next to snape. He grabs my arm and drags me to his office. Literally.

He puts me down in a chair and sits across from.

"May I ask what that was", he asks so sternly and his eyes are like looking into my soul. I now what he's doing. Even though I'm eleven I've read on Legilimency. I know how to block it and when someone's doing it.

"Ah Ms.Weasley your very smart and I'm happy your on my team and also follow me."

I follow him towards a corridor towards somewhere. We show up at the charms class.

"Professor Flitiwick I would like to borrow flint for a second."

"Yes yes just make sure he gets back." "Flint I found you a beater that will send everyone out of the park." "Really who". He so dumb I'm right here. "Sophia Weasley." "Really a Weasley. I heard about that the other night. Cool". He turns to me. "Practice starts two weeks from Saturday. I'll see you tomorrow night so I can show you the rules. Be there."

I nod and professor Snape sends me on my way as the last class ends and it's time for dinner.

I run to Draco and sit right next to him.

"Draco." "Oh good I for sure thought you got expelled", he says as he hugs me and I hug him back. "Hey you can't get rid of me that quick", he laughs, " oh and I'm the beater for the Slytherin team." "Really." "Yeah." "Congrats". We then just talk for the rest of dinner and I'm happy that tomorrow I get to see how to play quidditch.