Conflicted Love

Flight Lessons; Year 1

***This is a filler chapter***

*Angeline's POV

After a bunch of classes and lunch, which were quite enjoyable, all Gryffindors and Slytherins made their way to one of the courtyards for Flight Class.

"Quiet please! Good afternoon children." Madame Hooch said as she made her way down the aisle separating Gryffindors and Slytherins. "Good afternoon, Madame Hooch." We all said in unison back to her. "Today, you will be learning the basics of flight. Sound good?" She asked us in a tone that simply meant we were going to do so whether we'd want to or not.

"What you're going to do, is stick you right arm over your broom and say, 'up'." We all started to say 'up', when mine came up on the first try. So did Harry's and Draco's. I looked up to see Draco smirking at Harry, then looking to me, his features went a bit faulty. I squinted my eyes at him, making him look to anywhere but my eyes.

"Up. Up. UP. UP." Hermione kept trying, increasingly getting impatient. "UP!" Ron, who was between Harry and I said in a loud voice, his broom's handle coming up and hitting him directly in the face. I just about fell over laughing, while Harry was just slightly hunched. "Oh, shut up!" Ron stated, slightly smiling, himself.

Once everyone eventually got their brooms up, Madame Hooch started to once again speak. "Now, what I want you to do,  is stand over your broom, hold it firmly in your hands, remember. You will lightly kick off from the ground, hold it there for a few moments, then touch back down. On the count of three. One...Two..."

With that, Neville's broom kicked off of the ground by itself, then flying him around madly. Like it was hexed. And of course poor, young, Neville hadn't any idea on how to get it under control, so he ended up getting caught on a statue, and falling to the ground, only to break his wrist.

"If I see any of you in the sky, I'll get you expelled faster than you can say 'Quidditch'." Madame Hooch threatened.

Draco walked over near me, only to pick a round, glass and gold sphere off of the ground. "Hey. If the fat lump would've given this a squeeze, maybe he would've remembered to fall on his fat arse." Draco said sassily, in that tone of voice he always talked in.  "Give it here, Malfoy." Harry threatened. Oh, Harry. Bravery is virtue. Anywho, Draco and Harry got into a tiny quarrel, and then, flying came into play.

"Draco, stop." I said under my breath, so only he could hear me. He looked to me with calm features, then gave that adorable-..I mean, annoying smirk he always did. Yeah...annoying. He turned back to Harry. "Maybe I should put it somewhere the fat lump can find it." Draco said. He then hopped onto his broom, flying around the group of students, then flying up into the air. I sighed.

"Harry, NO. You can't! You don't even know how to fly!" Hermione objected. Though Harry, who never listens, decided to follow Draco. "Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry threatened, wobbling to a stop a bit a ways from Draco. "Is that so?" Draco asked in his haughty voice, throwing the Rememberal into the air, then catching it. "Maybe I should put it somewhere the fat lump can find it." Draco smirked triumphantly. "How 'bout on the roof?" He asked Harry, not really asking at all, when he'd then thrown the Rememberal into the air, sending it flying in front of him.

Harry darted passed Draco, the impact of wind almost knocking him off of his broom. Draco, being him. Harry zoomed to somewhere over the roof, and we didn't see him for a good ten seconds, until he flew back over, Rememberal in hand. Everyone was cheering, I just smirked happily, proud of Harry for what he did.

Draco and his goons were kind of just standing off to the side, both embarrassed and silently throwing a tantrum that they, once again, had not gotten their way. Oh what a shame that was. Complete and total sarcasm. By the way.

Soon, Professor McGonagal had come out of a tunnel that lead into the castle, and called for Harry. "Come with me." She said, gently taking his arm, then walking off with him back into the castle.

Draco was smirking. Of course he was. 'Why does he always smirk? Can he do anything but smirk and pout?', I asked myself mentally. Apparently not. I walk over to him with my hands on my hips. "That was quite a failed attempt to get at Harry. I'll give you brownie points for trying, though." I smirked to him, receiving him step a foot closer to me with a laugh. "What're you talking about? He was completely pissed, because he didn't get his way." He said to me, his hands mimicking mine, on his hips.

"Ha! That's rich, coming from someone who gets mad when his goons don't bend to his every whim." I laugh in sarcasm, stepping once forward towards him. He walked enough steps up to me, so that we were only an inch or so away from each other. Everyone was watching very intently on the scene lain before them.

"You have no right to talk to me that way." He said in a, well, crappy but good for him-being-him, hushed, dark, threatening voice. "You don't scare me. And I have the only right..." I say in a hushed tone back.

***Had to put a 'Thorin Oakenshield' reference in there. It had to happen. I'm sorry. I'M SORRY***

Draco and I kept eye contact, and he then mumbled something, completely on another topic. Now that I think about it, his whole demeanor changed for that minute. "Your eyes are so pretty..." Draco mumbled to me, looking from one bright blue eye to the other. My face went to one of slight confusion, though not enough to let down my guard.

"Thanks..." I said in the slightest questioning tone. His cheeks then flushed pink, at the noticing of what he'd just said. His eyes widened just enough for me to notice. I smirked lightly, looking him up and down, then just to mess with him, I ruffled his hair. He HATED that. He always used to, and he obviously still did.

He attempted to fix it, then looking back up to me with both slight annoyance, those I could tell her was hiding a smirk. He must've remembered back to when I used to always do that to him. We always had fun messing with each other. He'd mess up something of mine, that wouldn't be permanently ruined if he did so, and I always messed up his hair. I then walked away, smiling with Hermione.

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