Hey, this is my first story for Harry Potter, so forgive me for it.
Idea for this one came from me being seriously bored as hell in science today, and I really wanted to write something for Harry Potter. So I said to my friend; "tell me the first word that comes into your head when I say 'Hogwarts'…it went on until someone said 'Nimbus 2001'' which got the gears turning y'know. 10 minutes later, I had an angsty Dramione one-shot sitting in front of my 'judging panel' (AKA: 5 girls who like to read what I write) and it was passed. Title is the que word; it's really not even mentioned that much. It's quite abstract.
AN: when Hermione 'sighs' it is NOT an 'omg he is so hot and I can't have him' fan girl sigh (you know the ones) it is an 'I pity myself – why am I like this' sigh (you know them too – admit it) – Hermione is NOT squee girl.
Enjoy!
Nimbus 2001
She sighed.
He flew.
Whoosh. Swoosh. Swish. Zoom. Turn. Loop. Pause. Drop. Move.
She watched from the shadows of the stands. She was not meant to be here.
This was his time.
Not officially, but everyone knew; you did not go down to the Quidditch pitch on a Friday night. It was taken. Him alone. And she alone knew why.
To escape.
His broom was black – like his heart, some said, but she knew different.
She watched as he silently disarmed a classmate before he split a first year's bag – the silent Expelliarmus preventing the vicious Diffindo and malicious scene.
She watched the way his eyes flashed briefly with sorrow before the familiar sneer curled across his lips.
It was all an act - put on for both his families; his house and his blood- and she knew it.
She wondered if she should expose him for the real being that he was, then she wondered when she had lost her sanity.
When was that point along the way, in which she lost the plot and fell for the only one she could never have.
He was her enemy, their enemy. And it was forbidden.
He flew.
She sighed.