Dear Diary
By SurferChick
Dear Diary,
Hi! It's Hermione (obviously). The most wonderful thing happened to me today! It all started
after Harry's Quidditch match (we won, of course, after another spectacular save from Harry).
Harry had already gone inside (I think he was going to talk with his girlfriend Cho-he seemed
quite embarrassed when I asked him where he was going,) but I stuck around with Ron. He
wanted to ride Harry's Firebolt and if Harry was going to be with Cho, I didn't really want to
go inside. So I stayed outside and watched Ron zoom around in the sky. It wasn't that bad,
really. I really enjoy spending time with Ron, maybe more than a friend should. Then he
stopped flying and landed in front of me.
"Do you want a go on it?" he asked me.
Yeah, right! Who did he think he was kidding! Me, Hermione Granger, on a broomstick? But
he gave me those sad puppy eyes that always made my heart melt. What could I do but say
yes? So I mounted the Firebolt against my will. I was really nervous. Ron must have noticed,
because he asked, "Do you want me to ride with you?"
I quickly said no, I'd be fine, but then I shook with anticipation of going up in the sky and said
yes. He got on behind me and put his arms around me. I tensed up, but then relaxed. He gently
kicked up off the ground.
What a rush! It was so amazing, flying up in the sky. It was...there aren't any words to
describe it, except for it was a rush. I then made the stupid mistake of looking down. Oh my
gosh, were we really that far off the ground? Ron sensed I was nervous again because he
tightened his grip on me. I looked back up.
"Ron, I'm going to fall," I said nervously.
"No, you're not," he replied. "I'm right here, don't worry, I'm not going to let you fall." His
words comforted me, and Imanaged to relax. It was a cloudless evening. He brought us up
higher so we could see the sunset.
"Oh, my gosh," I breathed. "It's beautiful."
"I thought you might like it," Ron said, resting his chin on my shoulder. I tensed up again, but
he didn't notice, or he noticed but didn't say anything. We just stayed that way for a couple
minutes, just the two of us, lost in the peacefulness of the moment. Nothing was to ruin it.
Except for...
"Mr. Weasley! Miss Granger! Come down this instant!" yelled none other but Snape. Ron
steered us down and landed a couple feet away from Snape. "I'm sorry to break up you're little
lovefest up there," he sneered. Ron turned bright pink, and I felt my cheeks get hot. "Flying
after hours? 5 points from Gryffindor. Get inside, and be grateful it isn't more." We obeyed
and walked inside, Ron carrying the Firebolt. We walked into the Great Hall, but Ron stopped.
I looked back at him.
"Ron?" I asked. He was looking at me in this funny way. "Ron, why are you looking at me like
that?" Then he blinked and snapped out of it.
"Uh...nothing, Hermione," he stammered. "We'd better get to the common room before Snape
has an excuse to take more points off on us."
So we walked back to the common room. All the while back, I thought, 'Flying isn't that bad.
Not bad at all.'
Fin
A/N: Hey! If you liked the story, email me and tell me so! AliCat311@worldnet.att.net And I
know, I know. They teach flying at Hogwarts so Hermione would be perfectly capable of
flying. But for the sake of the story, let's pretend that flying lessons never happened, shall we?
Disclaimer: I own nothing! JK Rowling owns it! Don't sue me, please!
By SurferChick
Dear Diary,
Hi! It's Hermione (obviously). The most wonderful thing happened to me today! It all started
after Harry's Quidditch match (we won, of course, after another spectacular save from Harry).
Harry had already gone inside (I think he was going to talk with his girlfriend Cho-he seemed
quite embarrassed when I asked him where he was going,) but I stuck around with Ron. He
wanted to ride Harry's Firebolt and if Harry was going to be with Cho, I didn't really want to
go inside. So I stayed outside and watched Ron zoom around in the sky. It wasn't that bad,
really. I really enjoy spending time with Ron, maybe more than a friend should. Then he
stopped flying and landed in front of me.
"Do you want a go on it?" he asked me.
Yeah, right! Who did he think he was kidding! Me, Hermione Granger, on a broomstick? But
he gave me those sad puppy eyes that always made my heart melt. What could I do but say
yes? So I mounted the Firebolt against my will. I was really nervous. Ron must have noticed,
because he asked, "Do you want me to ride with you?"
I quickly said no, I'd be fine, but then I shook with anticipation of going up in the sky and said
yes. He got on behind me and put his arms around me. I tensed up, but then relaxed. He gently
kicked up off the ground.
What a rush! It was so amazing, flying up in the sky. It was...there aren't any words to
describe it, except for it was a rush. I then made the stupid mistake of looking down. Oh my
gosh, were we really that far off the ground? Ron sensed I was nervous again because he
tightened his grip on me. I looked back up.
"Ron, I'm going to fall," I said nervously.
"No, you're not," he replied. "I'm right here, don't worry, I'm not going to let you fall." His
words comforted me, and Imanaged to relax. It was a cloudless evening. He brought us up
higher so we could see the sunset.
"Oh, my gosh," I breathed. "It's beautiful."
"I thought you might like it," Ron said, resting his chin on my shoulder. I tensed up again, but
he didn't notice, or he noticed but didn't say anything. We just stayed that way for a couple
minutes, just the two of us, lost in the peacefulness of the moment. Nothing was to ruin it.
Except for...
"Mr. Weasley! Miss Granger! Come down this instant!" yelled none other but Snape. Ron
steered us down and landed a couple feet away from Snape. "I'm sorry to break up you're little
lovefest up there," he sneered. Ron turned bright pink, and I felt my cheeks get hot. "Flying
after hours? 5 points from Gryffindor. Get inside, and be grateful it isn't more." We obeyed
and walked inside, Ron carrying the Firebolt. We walked into the Great Hall, but Ron stopped.
I looked back at him.
"Ron?" I asked. He was looking at me in this funny way. "Ron, why are you looking at me like
that?" Then he blinked and snapped out of it.
"Uh...nothing, Hermione," he stammered. "We'd better get to the common room before Snape
has an excuse to take more points off on us."
So we walked back to the common room. All the while back, I thought, 'Flying isn't that bad.
Not bad at all.'
Fin
A/N: Hey! If you liked the story, email me and tell me so! AliCat311@worldnet.att.net And I
know, I know. They teach flying at Hogwarts so Hermione would be perfectly capable of
flying. But for the sake of the story, let's pretend that flying lessons never happened, shall we?
Disclaimer: I own nothing! JK Rowling owns it! Don't sue me, please!