Mischief Unmanaged ➰ H.P

XXIV. Crappy Eyeglasses

The cold breeze and smell of moistened leaves brought peace in Harry's mind, he gripped on his broomstick and flew to the left. The Whomping Willow shook off its its branches, letting the after rain falls.

"Soon I'm going to forget all about this. The creatures, the spell, the flying broomstick... Hogwarts, the magic." Harry mumbled, a pair of cold hands tightened its grip on his waist.

"No you won't. Harry, let's get down please. I'm not really fond of heights," Hermione said, taking a glance downward. They were hovering thirty feet above the ground without particular direction, Harry just wanted to take a look at the castle and he dramatically convinced Hermione to come with him.

"You're missing one of the awesome perks of being a witch Hermione. You supposed to ride a broom," Harry jerked on the broomstick and bends forward increasing their speed.

"Whoa! Harry let's go back!" Hermione screamed but Harry didn't listen, instead he pursued towards the Quidditch field and flew all the way to each giant poles.

Hermione closed her eyes tightly, but she opened them again when she felt they were lurching. "Hold on, I think I'm losing control of it!"

"What?!" Hermione looked perplexed, clutching desperately on his waist.

Harry completely lost control of the broom, they shoot downward and luckily landed in the array of bushes across the entrance hall. Hermione stood on her feet, she's about to nag at Harry when she found him on his knees, searching something under the bushes.

"What are you doing?" She asked, crossing an arms to her chest.

"My contact lens, think I'd lost it," Harry breathed out.

Hermione got on her knees, she get his hands and looked at his eyes. "Your eyesight are still poor..."

"Well yes obviously, so are you kind enough to accio it since I'd left my wand in my room," Harry sat on the grass, everything were blurred so he just focused his gaze on his feet.

"But I thought you'd used magic to fix it," she said.

"I don't know. I'm suffering in alzheimers, you forgot?" Harry grimaced with his eyebrows furrowed.

Hermione propped herself up and offered him a hand, "Come on, I have something for you."

"We have to find my lenses first if you want me to see whatever it is," Harry muttered, refusing to stand up.

"This is much better, lift your arse come on!" Hermione nudged his arm. Harry sighed until finally got to his feet, he held Hermione's hand so he won't trip at every step on the goddamn staircases.

They went inside the Gryffindor common room. Harry sat still on the velvet couch, avoiding glances from Ron and Neville. He's still aware about certain offense he caused on the two, making him tensed.

"What the bloody hell comes into your nutshell head that you come in here huh?" Ron stormed towards him, Seamus and Dean immediately noticed the commotion until everyone in the area gathered around them.

"I'm just waiting for Hermione," he shrugged. It surprised him why Ron doesn't seem to intimidate him, in fact neither of the guys around him. And for the record, he's entirely defenseless if ever they join forces to hex him.

Ron draw out his wand but it abruptly shoot out of his grip, "There was a new rule from the headmaster, if you're still not aware of it just check on the bulletin boards." Hermione threw back Ron's wand to him. "Let's go Harry."

They strode out of the Gryffindor common room which utterly relieve Harry. "It's suffocating back there," he complained.

"Tell me more about it," Hermione sighed before getting something inside her pocket. "Here, I think it'll still fits you."