Chapter 2 - Embarrassing Encounters
Neville was almost at the point of fainting with nervous excitement as he gathered his equipment for his upcoming training session with the beautiful teacher. He didn't understand why he felt this way toward such an older woman, a teacher at that. He did suppose Madame Hootch was a rather odd choice of the female specie to crush on, but that's Neville. Always the odd one out. Unlike many other students he never shared his feelings and emotions with his friends, mainly because he didn't have any to trust.
Jumbling his freshly cleaned cloak into his bag along with stumbling around with his broom he managed to drag himself out of the Griffindor common room. People curiously stared at the sight of Neville, of all people, carrying a Quidditch broom whilst making his way down the ever-changing flights of stairs.
To his surprise, Madame Hootch was promptly standing at the end of the corridor awaiting Neville. As soon as he laid his eyes on her stunning features and athletic yet feminine build he instantly felt his trousers were one size too small. This made him feel embarassed, but she hadn't noticed from that far away, thank god.
"Neville! Are we ready?" she called from across the distance.
He had never seemed so eager to participate in an acitivity all his life, only because she has since become his favourite teacher at Hogwarts. This could be his chance to get to know the real Madame Hootch, not the seemingly cocky and strict one when teaching Quidditch. Neville always knew she had a soft side for him ever since he broke his arm and she was the only one willing to help.
As he ran up to greet her, his clumsiness had gotten in the way as he suddenly tripped over his bag and his broom flew out of his hands and landed with a loud crash on the hard, cold stone floors. Madame Hootch instantly whipped back her dark cloak and ran over to Neville's rescue for the second time.
"Oh dear Neville, you can't be this clumsy on the pitch. We will make sure of this," she reassured.
Neville felt even more embarassed than he did a couple seconds ago about his hard-on and only just manag ,ed to spit out a few words, "Th-thank you Madame Hootch."