Chapter One – Flying Matters
The moon shone down on her dark brown locks as she sat, crossed legged, on a wood bench that was placed inside the Quidditch stadium. No one would be here for the Quidditch season was over and everyone was busily getting ready and packing to go home, as well as celebrating their final night at Hogwarts. It was nice and quiet, silent enough for her to be immersed in her book, though nothing could really stop her from reading. The only sound that could be heard was the rustling of the trees and leaves and the odd howl of the wolves that lived deep in the forbidden forest. Suddenly, however, a swoosh flew by Hermione's ear. Her face shot up and moved her eyes from left to right. When she looked right, she could see the rear of a broom. This puzzled Hermione. No one leaves a party on the last day she though, except of course, me.
The person riding the broom looked back, "hey Granger," the voice called. It was a male voice. Hermione squinted her eyes to get a close look of the figure. The male bore blonde hair. That was the only clue needed.
"Malfoy," she said looking down. The rider pulled their broom around and made their way towards Hermione. Stopping right in front of her the voice said, "Got it in one."
"What do you want? Isn't there someone else you can go and annoy?" she asked, giving him a hard long look of hate.
"I hear you don't like flying," he ignored her completely. This made Hermione grow angry.
"Not welcome at your own house party are we?" she snapped.
"Would you like me to help you get over your fear of flying?" he offered. Hermione was silenced. She couldn't understand why he wasn't snapping or being mean to her or flitching at what she had to say or doing anything that he would normally do. Tonight he was different. Nicer and even happier than normal. Actually, it's the first time she had ever seen him the slightest bit nice or happy. Why was he being so nice?
"I....I...what?!" she exclaimed, still in shock.
"What? Can a guy not be nice to his arch enemy for once?"
"...no, you can't! Why are you being like this?"
"Does there have to be a question and answer for everything you look into, all the time?"
Hermione slammed her book down on the wooden bench, "yes!" she shouted, standing up suddenly and looking at him straight on.
"It's the last day of school, is that a good enough reason for you? Or would you prefer me to be annoying and mean again and give you a stupidly long answer that wouldn't be true anyway?"
Hermione saw he had a point; it is the last day after all she convinced herself.
"I-I don't like flying so-"
"- I'll help you overcome the fear. You can trust me right?..Wait, let me rephrase that...you can trust me this one time," he explained. Hermione stood there for a second, contemplating what to do, "alright," she began," you can help me over come my 'fear' – as you call it – of flying."
Draco's mouth curled, "you know I'm right about it being a fear."
Hermione did not reply.
"Alright...let's start then," he smirked.