Silver Hourglass

Rushing of Seasons Chapter 9

Life at Hogwarts quickly turned into a routine for Harry. He went to classes, hanged out with Draco and the others, and made time for Ron. It was awkward at first, Harry still thought that Ron couldn't get pass Harry being a Slytherin, but they make it work somehow. Harry liked all of his classes, even Potions. With Draco's help Harry began to see the joys of Potions that both Draco and Snape saw, even if Snape still stared at Harry oddly. History of Magic was still a bore for Harry, but with Draco's insistent reminders, usually a light slap on the wrist, Harry paid attention and was able to stay awake for a whole lesson. The only things that he didn't like were Crabbe and Goyle's insistent meddling. For it seemed to Harry that for every point that Harry won, Crabbe and Goyle seemed to go out of their way to lose points. And it seemed that only Harry noticed it. It didn't help that whenever Harry looked at them they just stared at him. As if he was worth less than the dirt to them. He brought it up to Draco, but Draco simply brushed it off, telling Harry not to even care about their opinions, only his and his friends. Harry felt disheartened by Draco's lack of care, but it only fueled his want to expel Crabbe and Goyle even more. It also helped that he and the Weasley Twins kept on pranking them, secretly of course.

It was the third week of September and Draco and Harry still haven't heard from Draco's father. "Did you hear? We're finally having Flying Lessons." Blaise said. For the last two weeks, their flying lesson slot had been used for study break due to the professor, Madam Hooch being too busy making up the Quidditch season schedule. "You excited Harry?" Blaise asked.

"Yeah." Harry grinned. For the last two weeks, all he heard about was the escapades of his friends flying broomsticks. From Draco flying around in his gardens with Blaise, to Ron using his older brother Charlie's broomstick to fly around his home.

"I don't understand what all the fuss is about," Theodore said, "you're just going into the air sitting on a broom. What's the fun in that."

"You don't like flying?" Harry frowned.

"No I don't." Theodore said, "I detest it."

"Detest?" Harry asked confused.

"Means he's afraid of heights." Draco and Blaise snickered.

"I am not! It's just I prefer to keep my feet on the ground!" Theo said, with a hint of an embarrassed blush. Harry laughed softly and said "It's okay Theo, I'm sure I'm rubbish at flying."

"Yeah right." Theo laughed. "You'll probably be like Draco and Blaise and be real great at flying."

"We'll find out later then." Draco said. Harry nodded, he couldn't wait for Flying lessons. Time seemed to sped for Harry as his classes went by. Before Harry knew it he ate breakfast and was on his way down to the Training Area where there were two long rows of broomsticks laying on the ground. The Slytherins and Gryffindors lined up on either side, with the Ravenclaws next to the Slytherins and the Hufflepuffs next to Gryffindor. Crabbe and Goyle looked up and down the rows, their eyes staring dimly at each face, contorting into a piggish growl to some. But their true hatred revealed itself when they looked at Harry, who was talking happily with Draco, whose hand had slid down to meet Harry's. Harry, fortunately, didn't notice this due to him being too preoccupied by Draco's hand, and voice. But as Draco talked, Harry looked around and saw Neville showing Ron a small glittering ball with red smoke.

Madam Hooch walked up to the students at this moment. "Good afternoon class."

"Good afternoon Madam Hooch." The entire First Year students said.

"Well? What are we waiting for? Everyone stand next to a broomstick." Madam Hooch ordered. Harry looked down at his broomstick, it was old looking and some of the twigs stuck out at weird angles. "Now, I want everyone to stick your hands over the broomsticks and yell 'Up.'"