Draco x Reader

Chapter Four: Flying Troubles

After a few days, it was announced that we would have our first flying lesson. Flying absolutely fascinated me. I loved the idea of feeling free after being caged up for so long. Like a bird. Leaving everything behind and feeling the wind around you.

I was disappointed to learn that first years couldn't try out for the quidditch team. But, I knew it was a safety precaution that was instilled to make sure nobody got hurt at such a young age.

So now, as we stood in an open clearing, brooms at our sides, I could hardly keep still. Madame Hooch was barking out instructions, her hawk-like eyes narrowing on any student who wasn't paying attention. To be completely honest, she was a little scary.

"Now, I want you to step up to the left side of your brooms. Hold your right hand out and say 'Up'," she said. This was the calmest she had been since the lesson started.

Harry's broom, as well as mine, simultaneously shot straight to our awaiting hands. Draco, who I could see out of my peripheral vision, managed to do the same.

Turning to look at Hermione next to me, I watched her broom toss and turn on the ground despite her many attempts to complete the task.

Ron, despite his admirable persistence, was hit straight in the face by his own broom. I tried my hardest to contain my laughs but the ginger-haired boy shot a glare my way when Harry joined in with his own fit of giggles.

After everyone had met her expectations, even Neville, she barked out another set of instructions. "I want you all to mount your brooms. On my whistle, kick up from the ground hard, hover for a moment, lean forward slightly, and touch back down."

Before she even blew the whistle, Neville was in the air, hanging onto his broom for dear life. Everyone called for Neville to get back on the ground, but his broom seemed to have a mind of its own. No matter how much we tried to call the boy back, he went farther and farther away.

The more distance put between the ground and Neville's broom, meant a higher chance of him falling off. He was panicking and just when it couldn't get any worse, it did. He fell.

It happened faster than you could say 'Hogwarts'. One moment he was in the air, the next moment he was on the ground wincing in pain. He seemed to have a high pain tolerance, considering that Hooch proclaimed he had broken his wrist, and he hadn't burst into tears. Although, bursting into tears when he got hurt seemed more like something Malfoy would do.

As Madame Hooch picked Neville off the ground, she sent a pointed look towards the rest of the class and said, "Everyone is to stay firm on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Anyone caught riding a broom will be out of Hogwarts faster than you can say Quidditch."

As soon as the two were out of sight, Malfoy held Neville's Remembrall in the palm of his hand. Within seconds, Harry had turned around and begun to threaten and scold the blonde boy.

So obviously, when Malfoy disregarded the rules Hooch had specifically stated, Harry followed suit. Hermione didn't waste a moment in calling out my idiot of a brother. "Harry, no way. You heard what Madame Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly!," she yelled.

Knowing that Harry wouldn't come down willingly, I followed after him, in an effort to make sure neither boy got themselves killed. I was scared, yes, especially when Harry almost rammed himself into a wall trying to recover Neville's Remembrall.

After finally returning safely to the ground, our small victory was short lived, because McGonagall came bursting out of the castle. "Potter!"

I glanced up and asked, "Which one?" The older witch was unamused and spoke sternly. Pointing inside she said, "My office. Now."

WOOHOOO!! New chapter. I'm sorry it took so long. I had a bit of writers block and could quite figure out how to write this scene best. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!