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HERMIONE POV:
"Ron," He looks up from his plate of food as I rub my temples, "please, please! I'm begging you! Chew with your mouth closed, or I'll find a spell that can sew your mouth shut so you can't eat or talk at all." I sigh longingly. "Oh, what a great world that would be." Ron glares at me before a mischievous look appears on his face. I look at him skeptically as he leans in towards me. When he's a few inches from my face he starts chopping spreading food all over my face.
"Yaw min wyk dis 'Mione?" He asks while deliberately opening his mouth wider. I slowly wipe his mashed up food off my face then, BAM! I slammed his head into a bowl of oatmeal that was conveniently placed beneath him and sit back down. He slowly rises from the oatmeal while I grab a piece of toast and munch on it. When his face is out of the bowl I laugh at what I see. Oatmeal is all over his face, in his hair, and on his robes; but the best parts is that he holds a strawberry in his mouth and two raspberry's are mushed on his eyelids.
Harry silently chuckles behind his food, and Neville looks at me amused.
"Mione." He says with a fake scolding tone. I look to Neville and give him big round innocent eyes while putting out my bottom lip. Giving the fake look of innocence.
"What's did I do Neville?" He smirks at me crossing his arms over his chest. As Ron starts wiping off his face with a napkin or well, should I say many napkins.
"How did Ron's head end up in a bowl of oatmeal?" I shrug my shoulders acting confused.
"He couldn't seem to get his food in to his mouth fast enough so he slammed his head in to the bowl trying to get more food in his mouth at a faster rate." I state as if it was the most obvious thing in the world with a small smirk. Ron sets the napkin down and glares at me, while Harry and Neville laugh tears streaming down their faces.
"What happened to respect to your friends, and caring for them?" Ron looks at me accusingly. I just smirk.
"I don't like it when others do it, but if it's me or my others friends picking on them it's alright with me." Ron's eyes widen a bit before he grumbly sits back down. "Oh and Ron," He looks back at me questioningly, "you should probably go take a shower and change your clothes. You got Oatmeal everywhere in you attempt to get more food." I state looking him up and down, "And you should probably hurry this is the only time we get to skip potions with Snape for our flying lessons." He slams his hands down in anger on the table before he exits the great hall. I see Neville turn pale at the mention at flying.
"What's wrong Nevs?" He scratches his cheek nervously.
"I'm terrified of heights, and if you haven't noticed I'm accident prone and well," he chuckles, "I'm not very well balanced either." I nod my head in understanding. I've never seen someone cause so many problems just by walking down the stairs.
"You'll do fine Neville. I've got faith in you." I smile lightly and nudge him.
"Yeah Neville you'll do fine." Harry pipes in.
"Thanks guys, it really helps." He gives a genuine smile and relaxes a bit.
"Oh and 'Mione," I turn my attention to Harry, "I was wondering if you could help me with my Transfigurations homework I just can't get my head around it." I glare slightly.
"Is it that you truly need my help or did you just forget to do your homework, again." He blushes slightly.
"Not this time 'Mione. I actually don't understand it." I roll my eyes. One of these times they are going to get stuck in the back of my head.
"Am I like yours and Ron's personal encyclopedia or something? Just because I remember things easily studying that hard doesn't give you the right to use me." Harry blushes.
"Well you can always look at it as if it's a cool thing that we come to you instead of the teachers." I chuckle at Harry's light humor.
"You've got a great point there my friend. Well played. I guess I can help you a bit but I think we should head down to the quidditch pitch. Wouldn't want to be late now would we?" We stand from the table and leave the great hall without Ron.
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Half way on our way to the quidditch pitch Ron catches up with us and we lightly converse with each other. I groan when I see the familiar colors of green and silver, the Slytherin are heading to the quidditch pitch. The only one I don't mind is Andy, I guess you could say. Though her sister is probably why I hate them more than I should, she's a pompous ass.
"What is it 'Mione-" Ron begins then he follows my line of sight towards some of the Slytherins, "ah bloody hell! Can't we get a break from 'em also?" I sigh and put a hand to my head and shake it slightly.
"Apparently not." I look at Harry and Ron. "We need to keep Neville between all of us. Agreed?" They both nod their heads in agreement. For the first week that we've been Neville has been the object of torment for bad Black and would come around when ever Ron, Harry or I wasn't there. Though sometimes she'd do it while we were right there, but she doesn't last long before screaming down the hall, while stomping away from us.
"Let's just get this over with without any casualties or deaths." Harry mutters as we all enter the pitch. While we wait a bit for the stranglers from both houses to come we glare daggers at each other. Gryffindors on the right and Slytherins on the left. After everyone got there our flight teacher began to speak.
"Welcome students! I'm Professor Hooch, and today I'll be teaching you how to fly a broom without killing yourselves or others around you." Many people from both Gryffindor and Slytherin chuckle and look directly at Neville. He has quite the history with accidents.
Though this lady didn't appear to be that old but had fairly short gray hair. She was also very fit for a woman of her age. "Now will you all stand next to an open broom that I've laid out for you guys we will soon begin." Everyone moved to a broom. We ordered ourselves the order we arranged ourselves in went , Ron, Harry, Neville, then I.
"Now I don't want anyone to jump ahead before I've finished with what I'm saying. You could seriously get hurt if you do so. Understood?" Everyone nods their heads, and I notice that many swallow rather loudly.
"Now you'll all place you hands above your brooms like this," she demonstrates, "and say 'Up.' not all of you will get it your first time. But try until it flies into your hand. Begin." I hear an echo of ups before I do it myself. I finally do as instructed.
"Up." Surprisingly it jumps in to my hand on the first try. I look around and notice not many got it up on their first or second try like I had. It was only Harry, Bellatrix, Ron, Malfoy, and I. We wait a bit longer until everyone gets theirs up. Neville almost getting hit in the face with his broom before he finally catches it.
"Good job everyone. You're group might have been the fastest I've ever seen accomplish this." She smile approvingly as she moves up and down the line. "Now I want you all to swing one of your legs over the broom and mount it. I'll come around and fix your gripping on it if needed. Go."
I slowly swing my leg over the broom and mount it. She passes by Harry and Ron approvingly but stops to fix Neville's. He blushes slightly. She walks past me with an approving smile. I snicker a bit when I see her fix both Malfoys and Bellatrix's holdings. I remember them bragging that they were amazing at quidditch before this and have been flying since they could walk. She heads back to the front.
"Now we are going to kick off the ground ten yards in to the air no higher got it?" Everyone nods. "Good now we'll go at the count of three, one... Neville Longbottom get down here this instant!" Neville in his nervousness not to be last off the ground rushed into the air. All the Slytherin snickered as Neville began freaking out as he continued going higher and higher when he stopped thirty yards above ground.
"Now Neville calm down! Slowly lower yourself to the ground!" Madame Hooch yells to him. He did as he was told then fell off his broom around fifteen feet and on to his face with a horrible crack. He burst out crying and Professor Hooch rushed over to him and pulled him to his feet. His hand covering his bloody nose.
"Now none of you go in to the air until I come back from taking Neville to the hospital wing. Now come along Neville." They headed on their way to the castle and once in, Bellatrix decided to end the silence.
"Ohh would you look at this." The boys and I turn our heads to see Bellatrix holding Neville's remember ball that he got from his grandmother at the beginning of the year.
"Give it back." Harry growls reaching for the ball in her hand, she moves back from him.
"Then come and get it!" She hops on her broom and flies in to the air.
"No Harry!" Harry ignores me and follows her into the air. I huff in annoyance when I see Malfoy with Crabbe and Goyle hopping into the air to help Black. Not wanting Harry to be left alone in the air with those asses, I hop on my broom as well and follow them up to Harry who is at least forty yards above ground.
"Give it back Black." Harry yells. Black just smirks and tosses it to Malfoy.
"I will if you can get it from us." She states laughing. Malfoy smirks before he turns and fly's in the opposite direction with Crabbe and Goyle beside him. Harry and I follow after him and his minions. Chasing him through the air. It lasted a few good minutes as they threw the remember ball between each other. Harry soon is right at Malfoy's side and Malfoy turns and passes it to Goyle who fumbles and doesn't catch it. Harry speeds down to the ground after the remember ball, with Malfoy hot on his tail, and I on Malfoy's. Harry luckily catches it before it hits the ground and pulls up. He doesn't notice that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all racing towards him cornering him between themselves.
"Shit! Harry they're going to-" Before I can finish my sentence, I'm already to late. They've all rammed in to him, having him throw the ball accidentally in to the air. He was incredible lucky to not have fallen off his broom.
"Get the ball 'Mione!" I nod my consent and start after the ball. I turn and notice that Black is following and gaining on me fast with a malicious smirk on her face. I focus my attention back on the ball and notice that the ball is getting closer to the ground and that Black is now at my side. I sigh as I make my final choice. I leap off my broom towards the ball twenty yards from the ground. Many people on the ground gasp and scream in panic. I feel the ball in my grasp and turn my back towards the ground and with a quick move I do a something that could either save me or break me. Literally.
"ACCIO BROOM!" My broom comes zooming towards me and I barely get a grasp on it before my arm yanks in pain. I let out a 'Yelp' and look down to notice my feet were hanging 5 yards above ground. I'm suddenly very glad that I read through my books or else I may as well have been in worse condition than Neville.
I then grin and raise my hand that holds the remember ball in to the air in triumphant. Gryffindor burst into applause, whistles, and shouts. Even some Slytherin joining in. Harry races towards me on his broom. He begins helping me up on to my broom once more. We start our descent from the air which isn't much. We are then surrounded by our peers who are asking questions in excitement. Trying to get answers to their questions. Though suddenly it gets very quiet and the Slytherins start to snicker with glee. The crowd parts to revile a very pissed off Professor McGonagall.
"You two!" We shrink under her voice and finger as she shrieks in anger. "You could have been seriously hurt or even possibly dead!" She suddenly looks around and her face seems to get a darker shade of red. "And under no supervision! Why were you two up in the air in the first place? HMMM!?" Harry starts to stutter uncoheriantly. So I shake my head and look to the teacher.
"It truly wasn't our fault Professor. Bellatrix Black, Malfoy and their minions stole Neville's remember ball and took off in the air with it and we went up to retrieve it-"
"Don't lie to me young lady." McGonagall states with a glare.
"It's true though!" Harry jumps to my defense. She looks back and forth between Harry and I.
"To the Headmasters office immediately. Come with me now." She turns on her heel and begins to leave. I look back to see a conflicted Ron, a smirking Bellatrix and a worried Andromeda. I smile lightly at her and she lightens up a bit. I send a harsh glare to Bellatrix though. I finally turn my attention back to where I was going thinking. 'Yep, I knew this year was going to be a living hell.'
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"This is simply unacceptable!" Snape snaps. I flinch slightly looking at my hands folded tightly in my lap.
"Now Professor Snape," Dumbledore's gentle voice starts, "there's no reason for you to be acting in such away." Snape just scuffs.
"They should at least be suspended, or expelled!" Snape yells. He slams his hands on Dumbledore's desk. I look up startled to see the old man sitting back comfortably, seeming undisturbed by the show of anger. Dumbledore just smiles light and Snape's sneer seems to become even more menacing.
"I know of your favoritism of Potter well enough to know no trouble or harsh punishment will come to him." Snape says with disgust before facing me. "But she," He states with his boney finger directly in my face, "should be expelled, the least should be to suspend her." Harry stands up squaring up with Snape.
"She's not the one to blame! It's me! If anyone should be suspended or expelled it should be me not her." Harry states. "She was trying to protect me, and got hurt in the process." I sub concisely rub my shoulder that's bandaged up. I was currently wearing only a white tank top and shorts, do to having to be bandaged up in the headmasters office.
"Stand down boy." Snape says with his menacing sneer. Before Harry could defend himself the headmaster speaks again.
"Now Harry please just take a seat." Dumbledore then turns his attention to Snap. "Now I must ask you to leave Serves. If this was a student from your own house I'd assure you you'd be able to stay, but sense your not there head of house and McGonagall is, you must take your leave." Snape scuffs and leaves with a swoosh of his robes.
"Are we in very big trouble?" I ask meekly. Dumbledore just gives me a light smile and hands me a lemon drop.
"Not in very big trouble, but trouble none the less." I raise my eyebrow at him as he pops a candy in to his mouth.
"Then why are we here headmaster?" Harry asks. Dumbledore gets a gleam in his eye.
"Because we have a proposition to make." McGonagall states. We turn and face her.
"And what's that Professor?" Harry asks slowly. McGonagall just smiles.
"We haven't won a the quidditch cup since our seeker and goalkeeper left two years ago." I look at her suspiciously.
"And what does that have to do with us?" If there was ever a time to be afraid it was now. The look McGonagall was giving was sending more shivers down my spine than Snape's glare, and that's saying something.
"Well, if you'd not like to be suspended I'd suggest you play for our house quidditch team. Harry as our seeker and Hermione as our new keeper. The skills I saw from both of you as I headed down to the pitch was very well done especially for first time flyers." Harry and I look at each other worryingly.
"But professor-" Harry begins.
"-we've got no brooms, and clean sweeps aren't the best for playing a game." I finish off for Harry.
"Well lets say we've got that all handled as long as you guys say yes." I look at Harry and Harry looks at me and we nod in agreement. We didn't want to leave school so soon into the year. Besides I highly doubt he wants to go back to his aunt and uncle house. As for me I don't want to have to go back to that horrible orphanage.
"We agree Professor." We say as one. She smile.
"Wonderful." she states. "You may now leave." Harry and I stand to leave and make it to the door before she interrupts us. "Oh, also you've got a weeks detention with me after dinner, understood?" Harry and I groan an reply:
"Yes Professor." And then take our leave. I mentally mark off one of the things on my bucket list. 'Almost get expelled from school. Check.