The next day Millia woke bright and early; ready to start her first class, though it was breakfast time.

Pansy was giving her the evils, Millia didn't want to speak to Liz for what she had done and Claire was still completely confused. Millia guessed Liz hadn't told her. Throughout the whole breakfast it was pretty silent, no one wanted to be the first to talk. Until Draco, Crabbe and Goyle came over. Millia just then started to notice how Crabbe and Goyle had changed; they seemed different, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Crabbe kept staring at her strangely, as was Goyle. Neither of them was talking. That didn't make much of a difference, but the way they were staring was beginning to scare Millia, although she didn't want to say anything.

Draco came and sat next to Millia and Crabbe and Goyle sat on the other side of her.

"Crabbe, Goyle, come over here," Draco said, breaking the silence. They looked at her, then at Draco and got up slowly, walked over and sat next to Draco.

"I don't know what's up with them lately," Draco whispered to Millia. Pansy glared up at Millia and was about to say something when Liz cut in.

"Pansy shut up… OK?" Everyone looked at each other. Millia knew Liz felt bad for telling Pansy and she didn't want fights to start at the table. Pansy smiled, just, and got something out of her robes, then passed it to Draco.

"What's this?" He asked not looking at the wrapped up letter.

Millia frowned at Pansy. "I thought you would have thrown this away by now."

"As a matter-of-fact Millia, it's not want you think it is." Pansy smirked, then turned to Draco.

"Oh, I know perfectly well what it is, and you know where it belongs?" Millia slyly asked Pansy.

"Where?" Pansy hissed.

"Up your-" Millia started until Liz cut in.

"Millia don't, it's nothing, believe me."

"Oh, I'm sure it's nothing, nothing Draco would be interested in." Millia said, picking up a piece of toast and spreading jam on it. Pansy laughed. She picked up the letter, bent over across the table and slowly slid the letter inside Draco's robes. She got up and grinned at Draco.

"Bye," she whispered to him.

Millia frowned at her and watched her leave the hall. She turned back around, shaking her head in disgust. Draco started coughing.

"It's covered in… *cough* perfume,'' he said, with his eyes watering.

"Just throw it away," Millia said, looking at him. But Draco didn't. He put it in his pocket instead. Millia looked confused.

"We can't make it seem like we're going out, keeping the letter stops people suspecting something." He whispered quietly so no one else could here. But Bri knew what was going on. He had secretly taken a fancy to Millia, although no one knew.

"Draco, can I talk to you for a sec, man," Bri sternly said to Draco.

"Sure, whatever. Anyways I might go to class." He said, turning to Millia, then the others. "See you at lunch." He left, brushing past Millia. She watched Draco walk off with Bri. Crabbe and Goyle then stood up and left, following in the same steps.

Liz and Claire quickly turned to Millia with their eyes wide open, with huge grins.

"What are you playing at, girl?" Liz asked, nudging Millia in the side.

Millia smiled. "What do you mean?"

Claire looked at the entrance door then at Millia. "Something's going on between you two," she grinned.

"Who, me and Bri?" Millia laughed. Liz and Claire looked at each other, then at Millia.

"No, girl, we're talking about you and Draco," they said, grinning. Millia looked at them both as if they were crazy.

"Why do you say that for?"

"Oh, come on, we see the way you two look at each other… which reminds me, what where you whispering about?" Liz stated, turning her head towards Millia for an answer.

Millia laughed, looking guilty she said, "I'm going to class now." Liz and Claire both laughed, watching Millia leave alone.

Millia went up to her dorm to find her timetable.

"Nuts… my first flying lesson," she sighed. She grabbed her things and ran down to the field where the others were. A teacher came up to her.

"Ah, you must be Miss Pullet. A good flyer I've heard. I'm Madame Hooch… but I'm not going to be teaching you, I'm afraid. Mister Potter has insisted on doing that." She grinned. Harry appeared from behind Millia.

"Hey." He said.

"I'll leave you to it," Hooch said to them.

"Harry, what are doing here?" Millia asked.

"You'll need a broomstick, won't you?" He smiled.

"Ah, yea… I guess," she replied, shrugging.

"You haven't flown before, have you?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I have," she said shyly.

"Ok then, show me what you can do." He grinned, passing Millia his Firebolt.

Millia took it from him and hopped on it. She stood for a second with it between her legs. Harry laughed.

"Do you want me to show you?" He asked.

"No," she snapped. "I can do it myself." She said, looking over at the first years hovering in the air. Millia started tapping the broomstick with her fingernails to get it started. "Move," she whispered to it. Harry couldn't help himself; he started laughing and walked over to her.

"Ok, fine. I admit it, I suck." She said, with a laugh at the end.

"Give me the broom," he grinned, with his arm out. Millia got off and gave it to him, then folded her arms. Harry got on the broom and gestured Millia to hop on too.

"I'm not flying, you are," he said. Millia looked disappointed. "Oh, Harry, nooo." She said, walking over to where he was standing.

"Yes, come on, you can't be that bad… " He joked.

***********

"AAAAARGHHHHHH, WATCH OUT FOR THE TREEEEE!!!" Harry screamed, holding on tight to Millia's robe. They were flying uncontrollably fast, and Millia just missed the tree. She seemed to be enjoying herself.

"THIS IS WICKEEEED!!" Millia laughed, flying extremely fast. Soon enough Harry was enjoying this crazy ride.

"YOU'RE GOING TO HIT THE WALL!" He screamed out laughing. They just missed the tower wall. They were now laughing their heads off, like they had been drinking too much.

"WHAT WALL!" She laughed. "I DONT SEE ANY WALL!!"

"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, HERE COMES SUPERWOMAN!!!" Harry screamed out to a bunch of first years below them. They were all screaming and fell to the ground, Harry and Millia were crying with laughter.

"YOU'RE CRAZY!" Harry blurted out in laughter, grabbing Millia tighter so he wouldn't fall.

Millia giggled. "WEEEEEEEEEEE!" She screamed, flipping to face the opposite direction, then back around again.

"HOW FAST DO YOU RECKON I COULD GO TO THE GROUND THEN STOP!!" She screamed out in a fit of giggles.

"LETS TRY… GOOOOOOO GO GO GO!!" Harry chanted as Millia started speeding as fast as she could in the direction of the ground.

"PRETTY COLOURS!" Millia giggled, as she was flying to the ground.

Harry was screaming, "WOOOHOOOO!"

They just missed the ground by an inch and scraped across the grass. Harry and Millia were laughing even harder now.

"FLY TO THE QUIDDITCH FIELD!" Harry screamed pointing to the field ahead of them.

"WHATS QUIDDITCH?!!" Millia laughed out. Harry joined in.

"FLY THROUGH THE HOOPS!!" Harry screamed in laughter.

"WHAT HOOP!" Millia yelled, flying towards the stands.

Harry was laughing so much he couldn't breathe. Just before they crashed into the wall, Harry grabbed the front of the broom and turned around towards the hoops. Millia was holding onto Harry's arms as he was in control.

Millia laughed out, "TO THE HOOPS, HARRY!!"

Harry could see over her left shoulder and he sped towards the top hoop. Millia was crying with laughter, as was Harry.

"HEHE… FASTER!!!" Millia screamed in glee.

"HOLD ON!!!!!" Harry shouted in enjoyment. Millia held on tight to his arms as they tore towards the middle hoop.

"HERE COMES THE QUAFFLE!!! MEHA!!" Harry exclaimed.

"WHATS A QUAFFLE- AHAHAWEEEEEEE… WOHOHOH… YESSS!!" Millia screamed, enjoying herself. They sped right through the hoop, scraping against the sides. Harry screamed out in glee.

"WE DID IT!!!" He turned around and sped back towards the ground.

"OHHHWEEEE!!" Millia screamed. She leant back into Harry. They were just about to land safely on the ground, when they flipped over again, causing them both to fall off in hysterical fits of laughter. Millia landed on top of Harry, and then rolled over on her back. Neither could get up; they were giggling too much.

"That was soo much fun," Millia chuckled, her hands resting on her chest, looking over at Harry.

"Yeah… You're getting pretty good," he joked. Harry too, was lying on his back. They both felt so dizzy they could hardly breathe.

"Don't joke," she started, in a silly tone. "You're fast, I'm… I like going fast… You're gooood…" She finished with a giggle, still feeling dizzy and wiped out. Harry tried to laugh, but it hurt him too much.

"Hahaha… awesome." He tried to turn over to look at Millia. "I'm a… a seeker. I play quidditch." He murmured. "I like quidditch." He said, with a quiet, tired laugh. Millia grinned and chuckled.

"A… seeker." She whispered giggling. She didn't know anything about quidditch, so she thought Harry was being stupid. "Your silly, Harry," she laughed.

They both looked horrible, like they were about to throw up. Harry started laughing. "I'm a seeker."

Millia joined in laughing. Harry tried to turn himself around. Millia was giggling as she watched him.

"Grass… too sticky," he mumbled, as he finally lay facing the ground.

"I feel sick," Millia spoke, looking up at the blue sky. "Air not good." She heard Harry cough and slowly turned her head.

"Grass not good either… yuk," Harry said, spitting out bits of grass.

Millia laughed, just, as she then covered her mouth. "Silly Harry."

As Harry lay flat on the ground, he turned his head so it was resting on the grass and grinned, with his eyes wandering everywhere within his visual range. "Nice dots… colourful,"

Millia turned over on the ground till she was in the same position as Harry and looked at him smiling.

"You've got two heads."

Harry let out a laugh and looked at her hair.

"Pink… Nice."

"I'm hungry… I think." She whispered, and then giggled.

"Yeah… let's get up." Harry said, trying to pull himself off the ground.

He just about got up, but then fell back.

"WOWWW!" He yelled, as he landed next to Millia's head. Millia laughed uncontrollably. Harry started to, too. He turned to Millia and squiggled his body over next to hers.

"Lets both try and get up," he said to her. Millia nodded, about to laugh. Harry slowly got up clutching her shoulders, so he wouldn't fall again. When he finally stood up, wobbling a bit though, Millia threw her hands up to him so he could help her up. Harry took them and tried to pull her up. Millia started laughing, as she was half standing. She was just about to fall backwards with laughter, when Harry grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards him so she wouldn't fall.

"You don't want to fall," he said grinning, still holding her. They both laughed and nearly fell over. They were a little shaky, and if Harry let go they would slowly lean over.

"Don't let go!" Millia laughed, as she was about to tip over.

"POTTER, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!"

They both slowly turned their heads, trying not to fall over. Charging towards them was a furious Draco Malfoy. Millia laughed, still feeling wiped out. Harry let go of Millia.

"Weee," she said, floating towards Draco. Harry chuckled and nearly fell over. He thumped his leg to keep himself up straight. Draco looked at them both outraged and shocked.

"What's all this about?!"

Harry, still not feeling one hundred percent normal, spun around slowly with his hands in the air waving them around.

"We… I was flying, playing quidditch through the hoop." He staggered, pointing to the hoop. Draco looked at him strangely, as if he was crazy, which he was at that time. Millia then slowly walked, and, about to fall over, came up behind Draco and put her arms around him.

"He's a seeker." She said laughing. Draco looked at her.

"Me too." He said, with a frown. Millia looked at him for a moment and burst out laughing.

"What a… coincidence."

Harry looked at her and laughed, waving his arm around as if he was holding a banner.

"Go seekers!!"

Draco then pulled Millia away from him and walked up to Harry.

"What are you playing at, Potter?"

Harry looked at him and grinned.

"Nothing, Malfoy."

Millia started staggering away with her arms waving goodbye.

"We'll do this again, next time… OK Harry?!" She called out.

"Yes… definitely!" He shouted out, with his thumbs up. Draco looked shocked.

"There won't be a next time!" He exclaimed at Harry. Harry looked sad, but still had a smile.

"No more fun," he said. Draco looked furious.

"Watch yourself, Potter." He hissed.

"I've been trying to actually, as a matter-of-fact." Harry smiled, looking over at Millia who was now sitting down on a seat, talking to herself and laughing. "You can join in next time," Harry beamed, still not quite recovered. Draco stared at him.

"You're crazy."

"Maybe," Harry grinned, and looked up at the school. "Just going to get my broomstick," he said pointing to his Firebolt on the ground. "Then, maybe have a sleep or eat… I dunno," he mumbled, and picked his Firebolt slowly up, looking like an old man.

"Pathetic." Draco whispered, walking away from Harry towards Millia.

He got there as Millia was about to fall off the seat.

"Catch me!" She exclaimed. Draco quickly caught her before she banged her head on the ground.

"What's happened to you?!" He asked, shocked. Millia slowly got up, looking like Harry had before.

"I've had lots of fun Drae," she mumbled, giggling. "Me and Harry-"

"What did he do to you?!"

"WOWWWW." She said looking up at Draco's head. "Nice hair… mine's pink," she said, her eyes glowing. Draco looked at her oddly and frowned.

"Is Drae jealous?" She smiled, throwing her arms around him.

"No," he mumbled.

"Yes you are…" she grinned.

"I don't want you and Pot-," he started, until Millia moved in for a kiss.

"You're my baby," she mumbled after they pulled apart.

Draco grinned. "You need something to eat."

"Mhmm… I might puke though," she laughed.

"Better out than in," he chuckled, as they both walked towards the Grand Hall.