Fly
Chapter one : Air
Hermione Granger, the famed know-it-all of Hogworts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The top mark student of all of the top marked students. The girl who is never seen without a book, found herself on top of the astronomy tower on her off hour.
No she wasn't studying, nor working on homework, she was in fact hiding from two of her best friends.
They had just had a large assignment assigned for the weekend from both Snape and Flitwik. The last thing Hermione needed was to try to explain it to Ron and Harry while they were trying to get the answers from her.
Sighing, she sat up from her sleeping position. The wind decided to pick up as that time. Hermione smiled, and faced into the hard blowing force. Unlike Harry and Ron, Hermione never did have talent on a broom stick, but it wasn't because she was afraid of heights, no quite the opposite!
The thing was, she couldn't bring herself, to tie down her freedom that she would gain from flight, onto a piece of wood. It just didn't make sense.
Looking at her watch she realized that by now, everyone would be in the great hall for lunch. Smirking, she stood up, she could feel the sun radiating on her face.
Lunch was far from her mind as she faced into the wind again. She raised her arms, almost as if she was embracing the streams of air. Her bushy hair flew behind her. Her robes were plastered onto her figure and whapped in the back like a flag would.
She shut her eyes, and forgot about everything, tests, homework, even her N.E.W.T.S. Life had no meaning to her when she was like this. The feeling that came over her as she stood there was surreal!
She felt like the elementals of wind that she read about so many times. Her power even seemed to peak right after she was in one of these trances. Of course she always told Ron and Harry, that she was in the Library, she knew that she was only lying about twelve point five percent of the time.
Not that big of a deal. Her mind saw only blue. The sky. Her inner eyesight looked around the castle, she went into the great hall to see if lunch was over, it wasn't. But she saw some meat cakes that she thought were delicious. She grabbed a few and came back to her senses.
She sat back down and ate her lunch as she felt the wind comb her hair even more. When she was finished, she laid back down for an after noon cat nap.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry and Ron weren't surprised when two meat cakes took off during the middle of lunch.
First of all they were too tired to care, they had been up and down the school looking for Hermione. Second, Ghosts sometimes stole food, like peeves to though onto the little first years.
Lately, a lot of food had been leaving the hall this way, no one had yet connected this with Hermione's absences during those meals.
But no one took any time to notice any of the finer things of Hogworts, except of course, Draco.
Draco being in Slythrin simply because of his cunning, noticed that whenever the little know it all of school wasn't around, strange things happened. The meat cakes for one. Or whenever she missed potions, at the end of class, there was always a little bottle of the potion they were to be making, with her name on it.
Sure Snape had been out of it lately, but to be taking roll by whoever turned in potions? Something was up with granger and Malfoy knew it. The Problem was, no one would care if they would listen to him.
So when he saw the meat cakes leave the day, he left too, following them all the way up to the astrology tower.
"GRANGER!" he called once up there.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Malfoy!" she squeaked coming out of her nap. She crawled over to where the window was below here and stuck her head in. "Whatcha want MALFOY?"
He looked over to her, like she was a ghost. But it only lasted for maybe a minute, then his expression returned to his usual smirk. "You realize I know your secret now?"
"What secret?" she swings herself inside and sat on the window ledge, as she reached up getting her stuff from the roof.
"You don't know?"
"No, please let me in on my secret." She jumped in and dusted herself off.
"You don't realize that whenever you miss a meal you get food brought up to you viva the wind? You don't realize that when ever you miss potions, you still turn in the brew?"
"No, really?" she said honestly confused. She checked her watch. "Well, it was nice talking to you Mafloy, but if I don't leave right now I'll be late to helping Madame Pomfry with her storages." And she walked right past him, but turned back "You know what Draco, you should go up there, its nice, also thanks for waking me, or I would have been late for sure!"
And she left.
"She doesn't realize." Draco felt like hitting his head up against the wall. "Only a few witches and wizards are graced with E.S.P. because of it nature, and she doesn't realize she has it!" then he did hit his head up against the wall "Stupid stupid stupid!"
When his head was quite numb he looked to where she had exited. "Hermione Granger, you are dense aren't you? Book smarts yes, but not one ounce of sense in your entire head."
And he went to Flitwiks.
Chapter one : Air
Hermione Granger, the famed know-it-all of Hogworts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The top mark student of all of the top marked students. The girl who is never seen without a book, found herself on top of the astronomy tower on her off hour.
No she wasn't studying, nor working on homework, she was in fact hiding from two of her best friends.
They had just had a large assignment assigned for the weekend from both Snape and Flitwik. The last thing Hermione needed was to try to explain it to Ron and Harry while they were trying to get the answers from her.
Sighing, she sat up from her sleeping position. The wind decided to pick up as that time. Hermione smiled, and faced into the hard blowing force. Unlike Harry and Ron, Hermione never did have talent on a broom stick, but it wasn't because she was afraid of heights, no quite the opposite!
The thing was, she couldn't bring herself, to tie down her freedom that she would gain from flight, onto a piece of wood. It just didn't make sense.
Looking at her watch she realized that by now, everyone would be in the great hall for lunch. Smirking, she stood up, she could feel the sun radiating on her face.
Lunch was far from her mind as she faced into the wind again. She raised her arms, almost as if she was embracing the streams of air. Her bushy hair flew behind her. Her robes were plastered onto her figure and whapped in the back like a flag would.
She shut her eyes, and forgot about everything, tests, homework, even her N.E.W.T.S. Life had no meaning to her when she was like this. The feeling that came over her as she stood there was surreal!
She felt like the elementals of wind that she read about so many times. Her power even seemed to peak right after she was in one of these trances. Of course she always told Ron and Harry, that she was in the Library, she knew that she was only lying about twelve point five percent of the time.
Not that big of a deal. Her mind saw only blue. The sky. Her inner eyesight looked around the castle, she went into the great hall to see if lunch was over, it wasn't. But she saw some meat cakes that she thought were delicious. She grabbed a few and came back to her senses.
She sat back down and ate her lunch as she felt the wind comb her hair even more. When she was finished, she laid back down for an after noon cat nap.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry and Ron weren't surprised when two meat cakes took off during the middle of lunch.
First of all they were too tired to care, they had been up and down the school looking for Hermione. Second, Ghosts sometimes stole food, like peeves to though onto the little first years.
Lately, a lot of food had been leaving the hall this way, no one had yet connected this with Hermione's absences during those meals.
But no one took any time to notice any of the finer things of Hogworts, except of course, Draco.
Draco being in Slythrin simply because of his cunning, noticed that whenever the little know it all of school wasn't around, strange things happened. The meat cakes for one. Or whenever she missed potions, at the end of class, there was always a little bottle of the potion they were to be making, with her name on it.
Sure Snape had been out of it lately, but to be taking roll by whoever turned in potions? Something was up with granger and Malfoy knew it. The Problem was, no one would care if they would listen to him.
So when he saw the meat cakes leave the day, he left too, following them all the way up to the astrology tower.
"GRANGER!" he called once up there.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Malfoy!" she squeaked coming out of her nap. She crawled over to where the window was below here and stuck her head in. "Whatcha want MALFOY?"
He looked over to her, like she was a ghost. But it only lasted for maybe a minute, then his expression returned to his usual smirk. "You realize I know your secret now?"
"What secret?" she swings herself inside and sat on the window ledge, as she reached up getting her stuff from the roof.
"You don't know?"
"No, please let me in on my secret." She jumped in and dusted herself off.
"You don't realize that whenever you miss a meal you get food brought up to you viva the wind? You don't realize that when ever you miss potions, you still turn in the brew?"
"No, really?" she said honestly confused. She checked her watch. "Well, it was nice talking to you Mafloy, but if I don't leave right now I'll be late to helping Madame Pomfry with her storages." And she walked right past him, but turned back "You know what Draco, you should go up there, its nice, also thanks for waking me, or I would have been late for sure!"
And she left.
"She doesn't realize." Draco felt like hitting his head up against the wall. "Only a few witches and wizards are graced with E.S.P. because of it nature, and she doesn't realize she has it!" then he did hit his head up against the wall "Stupid stupid stupid!"
When his head was quite numb he looked to where she had exited. "Hermione Granger, you are dense aren't you? Book smarts yes, but not one ounce of sense in your entire head."
And he went to Flitwiks.