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Chapter 12- Flying lessons
Harriet's P.O.V
I woke up the next morning to Hermione literally trying to drag me out of bed with no success, of corse. "Come on!" Hermione tried again to pull me out of my warm cocoon of blankets. "It's ready!" She was grinning. "Really?" I sat bolt upright. "Yes, I've been up for hours adding more Lacewings." Hermione did look tired. "I'll be down in a moment." I said as she left. "Ok." She called down the corridor, I quickly got dressed and ran out the room pulling my shoes on. I ran down to the Great Hall while pulling my hair into a messy plat. "There you are." Hermione grinned from the table, next to her Ron, Fred and George were wolfing down breakfast. "Lovely view." I grinned at Harry as I slid into the seat next to him. "Yeah, delightful." Harry said, making a face at the Weasely's eating habits. As I pilled jammed toast into my mouth, the post arrived. As usual, Malfoy's eagle owl brought him sweets from home, but to everyone's surprise, including my own, a bird landed on my shoulder, it wasn't an owl, it was a shimmering sea green seagull. "Princess." It said, holding out it's leg. A small parcel was secured to it's leg with seaweed. "Gross." I shuddered as I untied the seaweed. "Can't afford an owl Potter?" Malfoy came up behind me. "Can afford to get fat Malfoy?" I raised my eyebrows. "Watch it Potter." He growled. "You know, the more you insult me and the more you talk to me, I'm sure my suspicion is true."
"What suspicion would that be Potter? That you're not worthy of my air?"
"Well, actually." I swung my legs over the bench so my back was facing the table. "I have several, the first is that you're a little fuck-tart, two that you have no brain and the third is that you fancy me, now be a good little snake and slither back to the shit hole you came from." Malfoy went paler then usual and scurried back to Crabbe and Goyle. "I didn't know the Slytherin common room was covered in poop." George said when I'd turned back to my breakfast. "It's not." A voice said from behind me. I looked over to see Daphne Grrengrass standing behind me. "Hay Daff." I grinned. "Hay." She smiled. "I sit but I don't think my house would be very happy." Her smile turned sad. "But I came to give you this." She set a large parcel next to me. "Thanks Daff, I owe you one."
"You do."
"Promise to make it up to you." I grinned, holding out my pinky finger. She laughed and curled her pinky around mine. "I'm holding you to that Potter."
"Later Greengrass." I laughed as she ran off. I tucked the small parcel I'd gotten from my dad into my pocket and slipped the other into my bag, then turned back to my friends and breakfast. Then I noticed my friend's faces. "What?" I asked, biting into a piece of toast. "She's a Slytherin." Ron hissed. "So?" I shrugged. "You know I don't hold with stereotypes."
"But, a Slytherin?" Lee said in a hushed voice. . "Not all of them are bad." I glared at him. "Fine, bet you can't name two good ones." I crossed his arms. "Fine, Daphne Greengrass, Blaze Zabini, Astoria Greengrass, Theo Nott, Andromeda Tonks. Just to mane a few." I scowled and gathered up my bag. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to the library to finish my homework and chat to my Slytherin friends. Come 'Mione?"
"Yeah, hang on." Hermione grabbed her toast and slung her bag over her shoulder. "Let's go." We walked out the hall, not looking back once. I grinned at Hermione as we almost ran to the library. I never really understood the Slytherin/Gryffindor rivalry-feud thingy. I mean just because two guys a an argument like, a bazillion years ago, doesn't mean their houses should hate each other.
When we got to the library, we found Astoria nursing a nasty burn on her arm. "What happened to you?" I asked, sliding into a seat at the table. "Malfoy." Theo sighed. "For 'betraying' her house." Theo made little bunny ears in the air. "Well, screw Malfoy, in fact, screw the whole house system!" I exclaimed, earning myself a glare from Madam Pince. "It's ridiculous!" The two first years looked at me in surprise. "But, I thought you liked the house system." Astoria said, confused. "I do." I sighed. "Kinda. I like that we get to know people of similar interests and stuff. But the fact that we get separated from the rest of the school and that builds rivalry between the houses and stops them from being friends? That I don't like that." Hermione made a noise in agreement. "Do you want some help?" I asked Astoria. "Do you know any spells?" She asked hopefully. "Yeah, thanks to 'Mione." I grinned, pulling the thick book Hermione had given me yesterday. I flicked to the index and quickly found the right spell. "Thanks." Astoria smiled, rubbed her arm. "No problem." I grinned. "Thank 'Mione, she's the who gave me the book."
"Thanks 'Mione." Astoria grinned, Hermione's cheeks went pink and she shrugged. "I know she'd be needing it."
"I swear, she reads my mind sometimes." I grinned. "You're like twin sisters." Theo grinned. "Yeah." I smiled at Hermione. "I guess we are." I checked my watch. "Oh shit,I gotta go, coming 'Mione? Time for my flying lesson."
"I think I'll pass Harriet, you know I don't really like flying." I shrugged. "Ok, see you later." I sprinted down the many, many flights of stairs towards the quidditch pitch. "Sorry I'm late Oliver." I gasped, hands on knees. "It's ok, it's Christmas holls after all." The quidditch captain smiled. "Come on, lets see how well you fly." Flying, as it turned out was dangerous, fun and easy. Just my kind of thing. "You're a natural flyer." Wood grinned at me from the goal posts. "Just like Harry. We could use a reserve player." Wood pondered. "Oi!" I called, bashed a bludger at him, which he narrowly dodged. "Good shot." He grinned. "Why thank you." I grinned. "Shall we get back to testing my skills?"
I got back to the common room around three in the evening, happy, tired and filled with adrenalin. "How'd you do?" Harry asked excitedly. "Wood put me as reserve." I shrugged, grinning. "For what?" Hermione asked. "Seeker, Chaser and beater." I flipped my hair over my shoulder. "No way." George gapped. "Yes way Weasely, better watch your back or I'll take you place, unseated Wood a total of 52 times." Fred's jaw dropped. "No ever we've done that." I shrugged. "What can I say? I like hitting things." Everyone laughed. "We noticed." Harry chuckled. "Like Clarisse."
"And Malfoy."
"And Flint."
"And thy Hermes boys."
"And the Aphrodite girls."
"And-"
"Ok, ok. I get the picture." I grinned at the Weasely twins. "Just please, if you list all the people I've hit, then I'll add too more to the list." I said, yawning. "But right now. I'm off to bed."
"Oh, no you're not." Hermione said. "Polyjuice potion."
"Damn it." We quickly made out way down to Myrtle's bathroom. "We still need the hairs." Hermione said. "I have that sorted." I grinned, pulling the package Daphne gave me earlier from my bag. Ripping off the brown paper I showed my friends five glass vials and several sets of robes. "Hermione said she already had her hair so I asked Daphne if she could get me Slytherin hairs and robes." I grinned, I handed round the vials. Hermione split the gloopy potion into six tall glasses. "Ok, now we add the hairs."
