A/N- after all of the Spanish words there are their translations. The translations are not spoken; they are just there so you understand.
Chapter 4- I Don't Like Flying
Things on Monday were tense. Hermione was fighting with herself over the concept of liking Draco. Draco was (once again) worried that he had messed up things with Hermione. Harry and Ron just knew that there was something going on that they didn't know about, and they weren't happy.
It was the near end of Spanish class and Hermione was confident that she had done well on the test they had just taken. She knew all of the Spanish words for once, thanks to Draco. But there was still a chance that she had messed up something, and Hermione was nervous that she wouldn't get a good grade, despite the fact that she knew what she was doing. She was trying to concentrate on the new vocabulary words that the teacher, Mrs. Stonewall, had given them, but she couldn't. Draco could tell how tense she was and wrote her a note to calm her nerves.
*Hermione,
Calm down, I know you did fine on the test. You knew your stuff. And how can you doubt yourself when you have a brilliant tutor like me? Meet me at 7 on the Quidditch Pitch tonight. We've got some Spanish words to learn.
~Draco*
Draco passed the note to Neville and nodded his head in the direction of Hermione. Neville passed it to her and thought, 'Hermione and Malfoy seem to be getting along really well. Maybe he can help me...' Neville started thinking about his own plans.
As Hermione read Draco's note she started to feel better. Until she read the words 'Meet me at 7 on the Quidditch Pitch tonight.' What would they be doing on the Quidditch Pitch? They had better not be flying. 'Please don't be flying,' Hermione prayed. She was scared to death of heights. But she knew the odds of not flying were slim, since Draco tried to squeeze practice into everything. Most likely even Spanish.
^Thanks. What are we doing at the pitch? ^
She made it short and to the point. She hoped that Draco wouldn't think that she was scared, but that she was just curious.
*Flying and studying* was the response. She gulped. Not only would they be flying, but in the dark, no less. Hermione was about write back saying that she couldn't go, but the bell rang and the classroom started to clear out. Pansy had grabbed Draco's arm and was dragging him out of the room. Hermione gathered her stuff and was about to leave the room when Mrs. Stonewall called out her name and beckoned Hermione to go to her desk.
"Hermione, I was looking over your test and I can tell that you did very well. Whatever you've been doing, keep it up."
Hermione mumbled her thanks and left the room. Only then did she let out an excited yelp.
"What was that about?" asked Ron. Hermione hadn't noticed, but Ron and Harry had waited for her outside the classroom so they could all walk to the common room together. She gave them a big smile.
"Professor Stonewall says that I did good on the test! That means Draco tutoring me has helped. Isn't this great?" Harry and Ron agreed that it was awesome. Then they noticed that her smile had faded.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I just remembered that I have a tutoring session with Draco today. So he can teach me the new vocabulary words."
"What's wrong with that?" Ron said confused.
"We're going flying."
Both Harry and Ron said, "Oh," and they started walking to their common room. They didn't know how to comfort Hermione. They knew that one of her greatest fears was flying. They wanted to comfort her, but couldn't think of a way. No matter what they would say Hermione wouldn't feel any better or be less scared, so they said nothing.
They arrived at the Fat Lady and entered the Gryffindor Tower. The three sat down to start homework. After about a half hour of studying and writing essays Harry got an idea. He could just tell Draco that Hermione didn't like heights and maybe then she wouldn't have to fly. There had to be other ways to study without actually flying. Harry got up and left. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, not knowing where he was going. They shrugged and continued their studies.
Harry came back a little while later, but when his two friends questioned him about where he had went he didn't really answer their questions. He just told them that he had, "Went somewhere to do something." Ron raised his eyebrow and scowled but he didn't ask anything. Hermione followed his example and didn't ask any more questions either.
By the time dinner came around she was very nervous. 'I can't do this. I can't do this,' she thought. She couldn't even eat; she just moved her food around her plate. Harry tried to get his friends to talk, but Ron was upset that Harry wouldn't tell him when he had gone, and Hermione was lost in her own thoughts. 'Just bloody great, I try to help and I just mess everything up. I hope Hermione doesn't find out that I talked to Draco about her fear. She'd get upset and that's all I need, two friends mad at me,' thought Harry.
When 7 o'clock rolled around Hermione headed to the pitch. She had decided something, she wasn't going to fly. She would tell Draco about her fear if she had to, but she was not going to fly. When she arrived she saw that the pale blond boy was already there, holding a broomstick.
"You won't be needing that," she said to him.
"And why not?" he questioned.
"I don't like flying."
"Don't worry about it. Come on, we only have a couple hours out here."
"I'm not going to fly. I'm...sort of scared of it," Hermione said, looking down in shame. Draco lifted her head with his hand so that she was looking at him. He handed her a vile of liquid. Hermione looked at it questioningly.
"I said, don't worry." Realization dawned on he as he said this. In her hand she held a vile of Worries-Gone potion. "I kept a little when we were making it in class. Drink it." Hermione did what he said. She could instantly feel the difference. She knew she should be afraid of getting on that broom, but she wasn't.
"What are we waiting for?" she asked, motioning to the broom.
"Before we get on it, tell me what it is," Draco said pointing to the broom in his hand.
"Palo de escoba, (Broomstick, but I hope you had already realized that)" she said. Draco smiled which made Hermione glad that she had studied before coming. Draco sat on the broom and motioned for her to do the same. She got on and put her arms around his waist. Hermione knew that she should be worried that it wouldn't be able to handle the both of them on it, but she wasn't worried at all.
They lifted off and Draco left the broom levitated in the air. "Let's go over the basics. I am a buscador. (seeker) It is my job to catch the zampuzo. (snitch)" Hermione whispered "seeker" and "snitch" as he was talking. Draco continued, "Those blasted Weasley twins (Hermione punched him lightly in the guy as he said this) are batidores. (Beaters) A perseguidor (chaser) tries to make metas (goals) and the guardián (keeper) tries to stop them. Got all that?"
"I think so. A seeker is a buscador, a snitch is zampuzo, and batidor is a beater. Perseguidor means chaser and metas are goals. Keeper is...uhhh...I don't remember."
"It's a guardián. Think of it this way- a keeper guards the goals, and in Spanish it is guardián."
"That makes sense," Hermione said.
"Good. Now we are going to volar (fly) around the diapasón. (pitch) Okay?"
"That's fine."
Draco and Hermione were having a great time flying around in the dark, until the potion started to wear off. Neither of them had thought that this would happen. Draco had just pulled into as dive and suddenly Hermione was very scared. She tried to shout to Draco, but with the wind whipping around them he couldn't hear. She tightened her grip around Draco and prayed that everything would be all right. She almost had a heart attack. Draco was oblivious to this. He pulled out of the dive and started to rise once again. "Draco! Stop!" Hermione shouted into his ear. He stopped instantly.
"What's the matter?"
"The potion. It wore off." Just then Hermione realized how high up they were. Then she fainted. Draco realized that Hermione no longer had her arms around him and he watched her fall. He dived, flying as fast as he could and started to gain on her. When they were merely ten feet off the ground he caught her, only to lose his balance and tumble off his broom. Hermione fell as well and landed on her arm. Draco heard a sickening snap that told him that Hermione had broken her arm. He rose and picked up her.
Hermione had awoken from the pain and realized she was being carried off the Quidditch Pitch. Then she looked down at her arm and noticed it was in a position that an arm should never be in. She fainted again, at the sight. Draco continued to carry her into the castle and to the Hospital Wing. He had a feeling that this was the last time he tutored her.
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A/N- Thanks to Jen Drake, Adel, queen of the clarinets, hedwig7up, Queen Li, Phoebe, dreamer, S-Star, DragonFly-and-Farie-of-Da, Xtreme Nuisance, and Irish Lass for reviewing! A longer chapter! Yay! A longer wait. Boo. Is Hermione going to fire Draco? Is Ron going to beat up Draco? Is Snape going to run around in a pink bath robe? One and only one of these questions is answered with a yes. Now which one? Review and tell me what you think of this chapter. Then tell me which one you think will be happening in the next chapter. One last thing to ponder- why does Neville need Draco's help? And will he get it? ~Kori
Chapter 4- I Don't Like Flying
Things on Monday were tense. Hermione was fighting with herself over the concept of liking Draco. Draco was (once again) worried that he had messed up things with Hermione. Harry and Ron just knew that there was something going on that they didn't know about, and they weren't happy.
It was the near end of Spanish class and Hermione was confident that she had done well on the test they had just taken. She knew all of the Spanish words for once, thanks to Draco. But there was still a chance that she had messed up something, and Hermione was nervous that she wouldn't get a good grade, despite the fact that she knew what she was doing. She was trying to concentrate on the new vocabulary words that the teacher, Mrs. Stonewall, had given them, but she couldn't. Draco could tell how tense she was and wrote her a note to calm her nerves.
*Hermione,
Calm down, I know you did fine on the test. You knew your stuff. And how can you doubt yourself when you have a brilliant tutor like me? Meet me at 7 on the Quidditch Pitch tonight. We've got some Spanish words to learn.
~Draco*
Draco passed the note to Neville and nodded his head in the direction of Hermione. Neville passed it to her and thought, 'Hermione and Malfoy seem to be getting along really well. Maybe he can help me...' Neville started thinking about his own plans.
As Hermione read Draco's note she started to feel better. Until she read the words 'Meet me at 7 on the Quidditch Pitch tonight.' What would they be doing on the Quidditch Pitch? They had better not be flying. 'Please don't be flying,' Hermione prayed. She was scared to death of heights. But she knew the odds of not flying were slim, since Draco tried to squeeze practice into everything. Most likely even Spanish.
^Thanks. What are we doing at the pitch? ^
She made it short and to the point. She hoped that Draco wouldn't think that she was scared, but that she was just curious.
*Flying and studying* was the response. She gulped. Not only would they be flying, but in the dark, no less. Hermione was about write back saying that she couldn't go, but the bell rang and the classroom started to clear out. Pansy had grabbed Draco's arm and was dragging him out of the room. Hermione gathered her stuff and was about to leave the room when Mrs. Stonewall called out her name and beckoned Hermione to go to her desk.
"Hermione, I was looking over your test and I can tell that you did very well. Whatever you've been doing, keep it up."
Hermione mumbled her thanks and left the room. Only then did she let out an excited yelp.
"What was that about?" asked Ron. Hermione hadn't noticed, but Ron and Harry had waited for her outside the classroom so they could all walk to the common room together. She gave them a big smile.
"Professor Stonewall says that I did good on the test! That means Draco tutoring me has helped. Isn't this great?" Harry and Ron agreed that it was awesome. Then they noticed that her smile had faded.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I just remembered that I have a tutoring session with Draco today. So he can teach me the new vocabulary words."
"What's wrong with that?" Ron said confused.
"We're going flying."
Both Harry and Ron said, "Oh," and they started walking to their common room. They didn't know how to comfort Hermione. They knew that one of her greatest fears was flying. They wanted to comfort her, but couldn't think of a way. No matter what they would say Hermione wouldn't feel any better or be less scared, so they said nothing.
They arrived at the Fat Lady and entered the Gryffindor Tower. The three sat down to start homework. After about a half hour of studying and writing essays Harry got an idea. He could just tell Draco that Hermione didn't like heights and maybe then she wouldn't have to fly. There had to be other ways to study without actually flying. Harry got up and left. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, not knowing where he was going. They shrugged and continued their studies.
Harry came back a little while later, but when his two friends questioned him about where he had went he didn't really answer their questions. He just told them that he had, "Went somewhere to do something." Ron raised his eyebrow and scowled but he didn't ask anything. Hermione followed his example and didn't ask any more questions either.
By the time dinner came around she was very nervous. 'I can't do this. I can't do this,' she thought. She couldn't even eat; she just moved her food around her plate. Harry tried to get his friends to talk, but Ron was upset that Harry wouldn't tell him when he had gone, and Hermione was lost in her own thoughts. 'Just bloody great, I try to help and I just mess everything up. I hope Hermione doesn't find out that I talked to Draco about her fear. She'd get upset and that's all I need, two friends mad at me,' thought Harry.
When 7 o'clock rolled around Hermione headed to the pitch. She had decided something, she wasn't going to fly. She would tell Draco about her fear if she had to, but she was not going to fly. When she arrived she saw that the pale blond boy was already there, holding a broomstick.
"You won't be needing that," she said to him.
"And why not?" he questioned.
"I don't like flying."
"Don't worry about it. Come on, we only have a couple hours out here."
"I'm not going to fly. I'm...sort of scared of it," Hermione said, looking down in shame. Draco lifted her head with his hand so that she was looking at him. He handed her a vile of liquid. Hermione looked at it questioningly.
"I said, don't worry." Realization dawned on he as he said this. In her hand she held a vile of Worries-Gone potion. "I kept a little when we were making it in class. Drink it." Hermione did what he said. She could instantly feel the difference. She knew she should be afraid of getting on that broom, but she wasn't.
"What are we waiting for?" she asked, motioning to the broom.
"Before we get on it, tell me what it is," Draco said pointing to the broom in his hand.
"Palo de escoba, (Broomstick, but I hope you had already realized that)" she said. Draco smiled which made Hermione glad that she had studied before coming. Draco sat on the broom and motioned for her to do the same. She got on and put her arms around his waist. Hermione knew that she should be worried that it wouldn't be able to handle the both of them on it, but she wasn't worried at all.
They lifted off and Draco left the broom levitated in the air. "Let's go over the basics. I am a buscador. (seeker) It is my job to catch the zampuzo. (snitch)" Hermione whispered "seeker" and "snitch" as he was talking. Draco continued, "Those blasted Weasley twins (Hermione punched him lightly in the guy as he said this) are batidores. (Beaters) A perseguidor (chaser) tries to make metas (goals) and the guardián (keeper) tries to stop them. Got all that?"
"I think so. A seeker is a buscador, a snitch is zampuzo, and batidor is a beater. Perseguidor means chaser and metas are goals. Keeper is...uhhh...I don't remember."
"It's a guardián. Think of it this way- a keeper guards the goals, and in Spanish it is guardián."
"That makes sense," Hermione said.
"Good. Now we are going to volar (fly) around the diapasón. (pitch) Okay?"
"That's fine."
Draco and Hermione were having a great time flying around in the dark, until the potion started to wear off. Neither of them had thought that this would happen. Draco had just pulled into as dive and suddenly Hermione was very scared. She tried to shout to Draco, but with the wind whipping around them he couldn't hear. She tightened her grip around Draco and prayed that everything would be all right. She almost had a heart attack. Draco was oblivious to this. He pulled out of the dive and started to rise once again. "Draco! Stop!" Hermione shouted into his ear. He stopped instantly.
"What's the matter?"
"The potion. It wore off." Just then Hermione realized how high up they were. Then she fainted. Draco realized that Hermione no longer had her arms around him and he watched her fall. He dived, flying as fast as he could and started to gain on her. When they were merely ten feet off the ground he caught her, only to lose his balance and tumble off his broom. Hermione fell as well and landed on her arm. Draco heard a sickening snap that told him that Hermione had broken her arm. He rose and picked up her.
Hermione had awoken from the pain and realized she was being carried off the Quidditch Pitch. Then she looked down at her arm and noticed it was in a position that an arm should never be in. She fainted again, at the sight. Draco continued to carry her into the castle and to the Hospital Wing. He had a feeling that this was the last time he tutored her.
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A/N- Thanks to Jen Drake, Adel, queen of the clarinets, hedwig7up, Queen Li, Phoebe, dreamer, S-Star, DragonFly-and-Farie-of-Da, Xtreme Nuisance, and Irish Lass for reviewing! A longer chapter! Yay! A longer wait. Boo. Is Hermione going to fire Draco? Is Ron going to beat up Draco? Is Snape going to run around in a pink bath robe? One and only one of these questions is answered with a yes. Now which one? Review and tell me what you think of this chapter. Then tell me which one you think will be happening in the next chapter. One last thing to ponder- why does Neville need Draco's help? And will he get it? ~Kori
