A Harry Potter Love Story

Lily's POV

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Today would probably qualify as the best day of my life! Sure My best friend is currently not speaking to me, and I might have broken a finger, but I'M ON THE QUIDDITCH TEAM! Ok, let me tell it from the beginning:

So there I was at breakfast, picking all the chocolate chips out of Hermione's pancake and eating them while she read the daily prophet. Dean and Seamus laughed at a Slytherin who spilled his drink on himself. Elena glared at her poor waffles, and down the table, Harry and Ron grumbled about Snape.

McGonagall came down to pass out our schedules and I tossed mine lazily aside. I really couldn't care less about which torturing class we had first in the day and which we had last. All of them would be incredibly boring anyway.

At least that's what I thought until Dean came running down the table towards me.

"Lily! Lily! Do you have Madam Hooch today as well?" he asked. I picked up my schedule and scanned it, stopping when I saw the name, "Hooch," scrawled across the page.

"Yeah. New class? I'll probably skip," I said letting my schedule drop back onto the table.

"Do you know what she teaches?" Dean asked with a grin.

"Probably Physics or something," I answered.

"They don't have that here," he reminded me.

"Whatever. Its got to be something equally boring."

"Flying lessons!" Dean blurted out. I sat up straighter.

"What?" I asked.

"She is giving flying lessons!" he repeated.

"No way," I said grabbing my time table again and following the dotted line leading from the name,"Hooch".

"Oh I am so there!" I shouted. He laughed and headed back to Seamus.

"Come on Hermione! Wouldn't want to be late for our first lesson would we?" I asked her. She looked up from her paper and stared at me in amazement. She obviously hadn't heard a word our conversation.

"Flying lessons Hermione!" I said cheerily. I took her arm and dragged her down the corridor followed closely by Elena.

As we stepped out into the fresh morning air, I shivered. Not from the cold, but from excitement.

We walked to the Quidditch pitch where Madam Hooch stood waiting for us, but she wasn't the only one. About half a dozen Slytherins were already there.

"Do we have to have all our classes with them?" I groaned.

"Think you're going to fly Mudblood? Well get comfortable, because your feet aren't leaving the ground," he grinned standing at the broom beside mine.

I ground my teeth together and walked to the other row of brooms where Elena and Hermione stood on either side of me.

"What does Mudblood even mean?" I whispered to Hermione.

"It means dirty blood. Someone with muggle parents. Like us," she added looking as if she might cry.

"Oh," was all I could say. Of course, the idea disgusted me, but I had already decided that whatever came out of Malfoy's mouth was hardly worth my notice.

"Place your right hand over your broomstick and say,"up," Madam Hooch's voice ran out.

I looked over at Malfoy. His broom flew to his hand the second time he yelled the command. He smirked and looked over at me and Hermione.