Disclaimer: I don't own Quidditch or Harry Potter.

I grip the handle of my broom tightly. I can't believe Scorpius had talked me into it.

I eye him from his positions in the bench, his eyes are shining in amusement and he is laid back with ease. And my favorite part of him, his hair, was golden and ruffled against the wind.

"Come on Rosie, you can do it, looking like a player already," he yells out in a slightly-mocking voice.

"Your not helping," I shout back, trying to keep my shaking voice down. My gaze was fixed on the stands and I hear Scorpius sigh.

I hear the footsteps as he gets up and comes to me. I remove my hands from the cheap CleanSweep broomstick, the Scorpius claimed he "borrowed" but refuses to say from where, and shake my head, "I can't do it."

Scorpius squats down and picks up the broom and looks at, "Quidditch isn't something you can learn," he says repeating what he said earlier, "You have to be connected to the broom, to be able to feel it within yourself. As if your soul, your energy, is connected with it by a string." Scorpius looks at me then and hands me the broom, I carefully take it and turn it over, trying to feel the power of Scorpius's words in there.

"Who taught you," I ask softly, looking at Scorpius.

Scorpius smiles, but this smile doesn't seem to reach his eyes for a reason, "My dad."

For a moment, neither of us spoke and I felt as if I had been allowed for a fraction of a second, into the locked doors of himself that no one had ever entered.

"Well, then," he said clumsily, quite unlike his usual smooth drawl, "Do you want to try again."

I look down at the broom and take a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself, "I guess so."

"Okay, now listen to me carefully, point at the broom and say 'Up'." I look at the broom, my eyes boring into it and slowly say, "Up."

The broom jumps into my hand like when the ball of a little kid bounced up to the awaiting hands. Scorpius applauded and I felt a rush of pleasure and giddiness. "Good," Scorpius says and comes around to face me, "Now for the hard part, I am going to be coaching you properly now." I nod looking at his firm face.

"Mount your broom." I swing my legs over the worn down handle of the broom.

"Place you hands naturally over the mid-section." I gingerly grip the handle, worried the broom would jump off from underneath.

"Now kick off and go." Nothing.

Scorpius sighs and pinches the bridge off his nose, "What is wrong."

"I will feel much better if I have my wand," I point out.

"I won't let you fall," Scorpius assures gently, "You can trust me." When, I don't answer he comes around and put his warm hands on my shoulders and I feel his breath on the back of my neck like whispers, trust me. I didn't know until now that surprisingly how much I did, it scared me more than heights.

Speaking of which, Scorpius pushes me and I feel myself go off. My first instinct is to clutch my broom like it was my life, and I shut my eyes, which wasn't the best of the choices honestly, and pray that I wouldn't clash into something.

"Oh for sodding sake, Rose, open your eyes!" Scorpius yells faintly.

I prop on of my eyes open, my body shaking. I expected fear, fear to overwhelm like a forest fire, swallowing me up like the flames before I could say anything but instead, I felt something unimaginable. The whole Hogwarts was spread across me, every tree and stone was visible. The colors so vibrant, my throat caught just like the first time I had come here. I felt easy here and with the broom, I felt in control. In every turn, the broom turned and glided to my will and it took me a moment to see Scorpius whistling and clapping. I push down and forward, and jump of my broom when I reach the ground. Scorpius comes over and grins, "What did you think."

"Beautiful," I breathe.

"I know right." We start to head back and I grin slightly.

"Be careful," I tease and give my hair a slight flip, "I might become a better Quidditch player than you."

Scorpius scoffs, "Not possible," he says cockily.

I laugh and then I smile softly. Scorpius faces me when I stopped laughing and I take this opportunity to grab his face into a quick kiss. My lips melted into his surprised ones and like always, the touch soothed me to my bones. "Thank you," I whisper softly, "I really mean it."

And I skip back inside the large doors of Hogwarts not wanting to be late for dinner.

Scorpius POV

As I watch her skip back inside, her bright red hair swishing back and forth, two thought flash in my mind:

She is going to be the death of me.

I think I might be in love.

Poor Scorpius... R&R please!- Crazyforbooks101