A/N- The song is "Champion" by Bishop Briggs. The picture is the flying scene with Draco and Harry.
Malfoy
I watched the seven of them run into class as Madam Hooch passed out the brooms. I smirked at Potter and he caught his breath. ( A/N- I legit wrote pootah instead of potter. :) :) ;) ) I saw Longbottoms face as Madam Hooch explained how to mount the broom. I already knew how because Father taught me when I was 5. I was better than everyone in this class. Especially Potter. He grew up with yucky muggles and knows nothing about the wizarding world, he's a lowlife just like Longbottom. Which reminds me. I have to jinx Longbottom's broom, this class is so boring, entertainment is vital.
Hermione
" Up, Up, Up," I repeated trying to coax my broom into my hand. It just rolled over and over. I am not a sportsperson. This officially proves it. I failed in muggle sports and now wizard sports. Fantastic. I looked over to Harry and Ron to see their progress. Harry's broom complied right away and snapped into his outstretched hand. Ron struggled for a second before his broom jumped into his hand. Percy and Nico were having a tough time as well. Percy's broom refused to move until it jumped up and smacked him in the face. Everyone who saw was laughing their arse's off, including me. Nico was on the floor with Thalia right beside him. When the former tried it a similar thing happened which was also something to laugh at. Nico pouted and glared at the broom like it was its' fault. Which I agree, the brooms just don't seem to like us. Malfoy still had a suspicious look on his face which grew into a smirk when we were tasked with mounting our brooms. We all successfully climbed on but that is when everything went wrong. Neville had started gaining elevation quickly and was wobbling on his broom. Madam Hooch demanded him to land but he was too scared to answer. He started to get whipped 'round left and right till he took off toward the building. He abruptly stopped and the rider let out a sigh, but it wasn't over yet. He soon plummeted to the ground and with a loud bang, fell unconscious. Hooch ran over to him and picked him up to take him to Madam Pomphrey. She warned us to not go even an inch off the ground unless we wanted immediate detention. I for one was going to follow the rules like a proper student. However, Harry, Thalia, and Annabeth had different plans.
"Lookie what Longbottom dropped. His little pathetic remembrall," Malfoy drew out.
" Hand it over boy!" Thalia demanded at the same time Harry said, "Give it here Malfoy!"
Even with the confusion he smirked and hopped on his broom.
"Come and get it Pottah," he said triumphantly with a growling Harry glaring at him. Thalia was restricted to the ground because of what I think could be known as acrophobia. Annabeth hopped on her broom with Harry following.
" Harry, Annabeth you can't, it isn't allowed," I exclaimed.
Annabeth acknowledged me but kept going as Harry flat out ignored me and flew off. When the Slytherin saw them gaining on him, he chucked the ball towards the castle. Harry zoomed after it and miraculously caught it before it hit the glass. Annabeth zoomed after Malfoy and cornered him. She glided in front of him and prevented him from moving. Harry passed the ball to Annabeth and they landed. They, together, held up the remembrall while our classmates cheered for them. I shook my head and walked through the group of excited classmates to make sure they weren't hurt. Both were already one of my closest friends. Actually the only friends I have ever made. Along with Ron, Percy, Thalia, and Nico of course. Will, not so much because he is in a different house but I am sure we could be great friends later on. Hopefully, we all stay together for all 7 years of school. I would hate to lose any of them.
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