A/N: This is the last chapter that I had finished before and they have now all been re-edited. I have a start of chapter 7 but if I don't get it out soon just yell at me to get a move on.
Disclaimer: Ummmm... I disclaim it all!
"Did you see his face, The grate lump?" Said Draco as soon as Madam Hooch and Neville were out of hearing.
"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped a Gryffindor girl named Parvita Patil.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkenson, "never thought you'd like fat little cry-babies, Parvita."
"Look!" said Draco, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "Its that thing Neville's gran sent him."
"Hay, give me that, Malfoy," said Ron as he stepped forward.
"And why would I do that? What are you planning to doing with it? Sell it? God knows you need the money..." said Draco, sneering.
"I'm going to give it back to him! Now give it!"
"No wonder you Weasleys are so poor, as soon as you might get your hands on something valuable your first instinct is to give it back to its rightful owner. Course a Remembralls only worth a few gallons, but to you I'm sure that must seam like a fortune to you." As Draco was saying this he tossed the white smoke, filled ball from one hand to the other.
Ron, who's ears were now bright red, looked ready to attack Draco at any moment. Harry quickly thought of a way to prevent this from happening.
"Hay Draco! Give it here!" Harry said as backed up to get behind Ron, holding up a hand to signal Draco to toss the Remembrall. Draco grinned mischievously and lobed the ball high over Ron's head, strait at Harry.
Harry watched the ball as it plummeted back down, he could see it very clearly and at almost seamed to be going in slow motion. Harry reached up with one hand and deftly plucked the Remembrall out of the air.
Ron, meanwhile had, rather pathetically, tried to jump up and catch it as it soared high above him.
"Hay Potter! Over here!" yelled a Slythiren boy named Blaise Zabini.
Again the Remembrall was thrown high about Ron's head and was again, caught by a Slythiren. Very soon a game of 'Gryffindor in the middle' or more correctly, 'Weasley in the middle' was well under way.
Before long Ron was very thoroughly frustrated and none of the other Gryffindors seemed to be that willing to help him. Finally, when nothing else had worked (even charging at the Slythiren who currently had the Remembrall) he grabbed his broomstick of the ground and mounted it. As soon as he had done this Hermione Granger, who had been watching nervously from the sidelines, ran over to Ron.
"No! Madam Hooch told us not to - you'll get us all into trouble."
But Ron Weasley ignored her. He kicked off from the ground as the glass ball once again soared over his head. He reached out for the Remembrall as it passed by him and, missed it by about a foot. So frustrated and embarrassed by this Ron took out his anger by diving at Blaise who had just caught the Remembrall. Blaise dived out of the way just in time.
"RONALD WEASELY!"
Madam Hooch had returned.
"How dare you attack a fellow student!." Madam Hooch looked livid.
"But it wasn't his fault, he was provoked."
"I know perfectly well what was happening Miss. Granger. But that does not excuse his actions."
"Will I get expelled?" asked Ron very nervously.
"That is up to your head of house to decide, however fifty points will be taken from Gryiffendor none the less." After Madam Hooch said this she turned to Harry and Draco. "As for you two, ten points from Slytherin and I will talk to your head of house about this."
"But, but, what did we do?" asked a bewildered Draco.
"Don't think I don't know who the ringleaders of this are," Madam Hooch said, glaring at them. She turned to the rest of the class and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Pick up your brooms and get back in your lines. I want to get through this lesson without any more disruptions!"
The class hurried to do so.
"Not you Weasley. You've already showed me what kind of Quidditch player you'd make. All the other team would have to do is through a few insults at you and you'd lose it. You can sit over there," said Hooch, pointing over to the side of were the other students stood.
Ron walked over and sat down looking very dejected and also rather mad at himself.
The rest of the lesson went on fairly normal. Harry dicoverd that flying was one of the best things he had ever done in his life. It was also something he could do with out really being taught, even Madam Hooch said he was a natural and one of the best flyers shed seen in a while. Harry couldn't wait for the next lesson.
Harry and Draco had been about the leave with the rest of the Slytherins when Madam Hooch called them over.
"Don't try and just walk away, I've still got to talk with Professor Snape about you two. Come on."
They fallowed Hooch and Ron Weasley into the castle and down towards the dungeon. A feeling of dread was beginning to settle in Harry's stomach.
They walked to a door that was very near both the potions class room and the Slytherin common room. Hooch told Ron to wait in the hall and wait for her as she knocked on the door. A rather annoyed looking Snape answered.
"Sorry to bother you Professor, but I need to talk to you about two of your students misbehaving in my class." Said Madam Hooch, who seamed unfazed by the glare Snape was giving her.
"Come in. But make it quick, I'm very busy." As Snape said this he stepped away from the door and walked inside. Madam Hooch beckoned for Harry and Draco to follow her inside.
The shadowy walls, of what was obviously Snape's office, were lined with shelves of large glass jars, in which floated all manner of revolting things Harry really didn't want to know that names of at the moment. The fireplace was dark and empty. Snape sat down in the chair behind his desk, Hooch sat in the chair in front. Harry and Draco stayed back near the door. The room gave Harry a very creepy feeling and, though he would never admit it, being by the door made him feel safer - he could just bolt through it if needed.
Madam Hooch quickly summed up what happened with amazing accuracy, seeing as she only saw the end of it.
"I thought you would want to know about this so that, if needed, you could watch for this sort of behavior in the future. Also, in case you thought further discipline was needed. I don't want this to happen again in one of my classes and I'm sure no one else would but it is not my place to give them more then the ten points I took from them for what they did." Finished Hooch who then stood up.
"Thank you," Snape said, looking over at Draco and Harry. "I will deal with them. I don't envy you having to sort out what to do with Weasley."
As Hooch opened the door she turned and smiled at Snape.
"Well lucky for me, most of the 'sorting out' will have to be dealt with by Professor McGonagall." She then left, closing the door behind her.
Harry gulped as Snape turned his full attention on them, Draco looked calm but slightly nerves.
"Now," said Snape, "however good of a Quidditch tactic taunting is, that was nether the time, nor the place for it. I expect to see you two here tomorrow night at six o'clock for detention. I hope, for your sake, to never hear of this kind of behavior disrupting a class again. You may go."
"Well that wasn't too bad," said Draco as they headed back to the common room.
"Yah, I guess not." Harry said rather half-heartedly, he had a feeling that detention with Snape was not going to be fun.
As always, R/R!
