A/N: Okay, I guess I should continue this story… =) 8/15 says I should…
So here it goes…
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Hermione Granger strolled down by the lake enjoying the peace and quiet. Once finding a nice spot under a weeping willow, she sat down and got a book from her pocket and started reading. It was the end of a peaceful Saturday, as the sun was setting soon.
After a while, Hermione closed her eyes. They were getting pretty tired from all the reading she's done in the dim light. Opening them again, she saw a man on a broomstick flying over the lake through the branches and leaves of the willow. Hermione watched the man glide gracefully over the water, his hands outstretched under him, barely touching the water. Ripples followed in the wake of the flyer. He pulled up, turned around and flew in the other direction, making rippled circles on top of the water.
Hermione watched him, entranced by the gracefulness of the flyer. Who was it? The hood of the cloak covered the head, hiding the face from Hermione's view. Soon the man flew off, up and away from where Hermione sat. Hermione wondered why he left, then realized that dinner was about to start. She got up and dusted herself off before heading towards the castle.
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"Have you heard-?"
"No, really? I thought-…"
"Have you seen the new broomstick? It's-…"
"Wow… I wish I could get it… what about-…?"
Gossip flew around in the Great Hall as Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table. Harry and Ron were stuffing themselves full with the meals set before them. Hermione glanced around the room and remembered the man on the broomstick at the mention of the word 'broomstick'. Who could it be? It was obviously one of the students. But which one Hermione had no clue.
Her gaze landed on Harry and Ron. Maybe it was one of them. Probably Harry. Harry was great on a broomstick. Yeah. Maybe it is Harry.
"How was your flight?" Hermione asked him.
"What flight?" Harry asked.
"Didn't you fly on your broomstick a while ago? Before dinner…" Hermione frowned. Maybe it wasn't Harry.
"No, I didn't. Ron and I were in the common room all day." Harry answered. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing. I saw someone out flying a while ago and I thought they were you." Hermione said, feeling a bit put out. Who was it then? She really wanted to know. It was as if she was entranced by a dance and she wanted to see the performer. Who was it? Hermione shrugged the thought away and continued with her meal.
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Everyone was asleep when Hermione crept out the portrait and down the halls to go to the lake. She felt as if the man on the broomstick would come out and fly again. She rested herself under the weeping willow, the exact spot where she watched the dance of the man on the broomstick.
Hermione shivered, wishing she brought her cloak with her. All she wore were her boy shorts and a fitting baby tee. Nothing to cover her. She frowned to herself for being so careless. Hermione sat down and waited.
After a while the man did appear. Hermione held her breath as she watched the man do his dance over the water again. Making ripples over the water, skimming it with his fingers. Making turns as if it was choreographed and occasional loops in the air when he was high enough. All Hermione could do was watch. Once again she was entranced by this man's dance. Who was he?
Soon the performance was over, and the man flew off. Hermione took a deep breath, not realizing how shallow her breath was while she watched the man. Like she did hours ago, Hermione stood up and dusted herself, ready to return to her dormitory with the same question she had when she went there. Who was that man on the broomstick?
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A/N: How was it? Please R&R! I wanna know if it's worth continuing.
