The Philosophers Stone - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

15: Flying On A Broomstick

At three-thirty that afternoon, Y/N, Hermione and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps into the grounds for their first flying lesson.

The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground.

Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, grey hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."

Y/N made his way beside Harry and Ron, Ron sneered at him. "Whats wrong L/N? You look like you've been crying. Finally realised what a bastard you are?"

Hermione glared at him furiously, but Y/N pretended nothing had been said. Harry looked at Ron like he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Madam Hooch.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," Madam Hooch called at the front. "and say, UP!"

"UP!" Everyone shouted.

Y/N's broom jumped into his hand at once, so did Harry's. But they were some of the few that did. Hermione's had simply rolled over on the ground and Neville's hadn't moved at all.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows, correcting their grips.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard." said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, on my whistle - three - two -"

But Neville, nervous and jumpy, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

"Come back Boy!"

But Neville was now rising higher and higher, until he slipped off, and -

WHAM - a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay, face down, on the grass heap.

Madam Hooch bended over Neville, her face white as his.

"Broken wrist." she muttered. "Come on boy - it's alright, up you get."

She turned to the rest of the class.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the Hospital Wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quiddich'. Come on dear."

They hobbled off into the castle.

No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see the look on his-" he began before he was interrupted.

"Shut the hell up Malfoy." Y/N growled.

The Slytherins looked at him mockingly.

"And why," Malfoy started. "would a psychotic sicko like you care about Longbottom?"

To Hermione's astonishment, Y/N was grinning. "Well Draco," he said calmly but also menacingly. "This psychotic sicko has a lot of experience with people giving him trouble. If I choose to care about someone, you better not let me catch you bothering him or badmouthing him. Unless you wanna see the leftovers of those who don't listen to my warnings."

Y/N was grinning madly now.

As expected, a look of fear flickered over Malfoy's eyes, but only for a few seconds. Most of the Slytherins and the Gryffindors were glaring at Y/N, but there were some who smiled at him. Harry for example.

"Well, I think I'll just leave this." he started, picking up a round red ball, which Y/N recognised as Neville's remembrall. "Somewhere for him to find."

Malfoy was openly challenging him.

Malfoy leapt on his broomstick, and took off.

"Give it here Malfoy!" Harry yelled, also about to mount his broomstick. But Y/N stopped him.

"Don't be stupid Potter. It's what he wants."

Harry ignored him and took off anyway. "What. An. Idiot." Hermione mumbled.

"Come and get it Potter!" Malfoy called. "What's wrong L/N? Too scared get me? What happened to all that bravado?"

Y/N smiled. "It didn't go anywhere. I'm just not stupid."

Harry spent a significant amount of time chasing Malfoy on his broom, they were both very good fliers. Eventually, Malfoy threw the ball towards the ground.

Y/N quickly realised, while Harry spectacularly caught the thing after a long steep dive, that Harry had caught it right outside Mcgonnagall's office, she should be on her way down at any moment.

He saw Malfoy about to return to the ground. That coward. He thought. I have to keep him in the air somehow, or at least make it obvious that he was flying too. Before Mcgonnagall arrives!

When Malfoy was at a safe height, Y/N pulled out his wand discreetly so no one would notice, and muttered: "Fippendo" under his breath.

This caused Malfoy to comedically topple off his broom. Since he was at a safe height, he wasn't hurt, but his broomstick smashed to the ground and broke into three pieces due to the speed of which Malfoy was returning to the ground. The Slytherins laughed.

"HARRY POTTER! DRACO MALFOY!"

Mcgonnagall was running towards them.

"Never - in all my time at Hogwarts -"

While the class tried to convince Mcgonnagall that Harry had acted for the best. Y/N walked over to Malfoy, who was still lying on the ground rubbing his head. He stood over him and smiled menacingly.

"I told you Draco." he hissed. "Don't. Mess. With. Me."

Malfoy's face paled. They both knew who was responsible for what happened.

After Mcgonnagall had finished reprimanding Harry, she turned to Malfoy. "I can guess from your position and the state of that broom what happened here." she said simply. "Twenty points from Slytherin Mr Malfoy. If I ever catch you attempting to provoke another student into breaking the rules I will have you expelled. Do I make myself clear?"

Malfoy, if it was possible, paled even more.