Hermione sighed as she watched the clock tick by slowly above the mantle of the fire place in the Gryffindor Common Room. "If you keep watching it I'm pretty sure it won't go by any faster." A voice from behind her said causing her to jump.

She turned and glared. "Harry don't do that."

He chuckled as he ran his fingers through his black hair. "Sorry, but did you want to get some extra practice in before you meet your tutor?"

"I don't know. I don't even want to go."

Harry smiled as he sat next to her. "It won't be that bad. You'll be a natural in no time. Then the three of us can join a Quidditch team or make our own."

Hermione chuckled. "I doubt that."

"I'm serious. With Ron being Keeper, we could convince Fred and George to be beaters, you could be a Chaser, and I would be seeker."

"You're missing two chasers."

"We'll wait until Ginny graduates and we'll find ourselves one more person."

Hermione shook her head. "Your hopeless."

"Yea well, you love me anyways." He said smiling goofy. "So you never said who your tutor was."

Hermione looked at the clock. "You'll find out tomorrow morning during breakfast." She said since Dumbledore didn't wish to announce Flint's return at dinner. She got to her feet and grabbed her cloak. "I'll be back later."

"I'll walk with you." Harry said jumping to his feet.

"Harry you don't have to."

"I know, but I want to."

"You just want to know who my tutor is."

Well maybe. And you said this person was taking over Madam Hooch's job so it's only fair."

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Marcus sighed as he flew over the Quidditch Pitch with his Lightning Bolt. The newest broom made this year. With it being twice as fast as the Firebolt it gave him the advantage. Sure he had plenty of chances to join any Quidditch team he wanted, but Puddlemere almost got him until he discovered Wood was on the team and he simply walked away. He saw Hermione coming out of the doors and noticed she wasn't alone. Flying a bit closer but not being seen he smirked seeing the great Harry Potter.

"Harry you can go back inside now." He heard Hermione say.

"Not until your tutor gets here. Who knows what could be lurking around at night."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine."

"I'm certain nothing will jump out at her." A voice said causing both of them to turn.

As the figure came closer Harry quickly took out his wand and stood in front of Hermione. "What do you want Flint?"

Marcus smirked. "That's Professor Flint to you Potter and five points from Gryffindor for showing such disrespect to your teacher."

Harry's mouth hung open. There was no way possible Flint was the new flying instructor. He looked at Hermione.

"Harry I'll see you later okay." She said moving next to Marcus.

Marcus smirked as he looked at Harry. Even though he was only a couple of inches shorter then Potter was, he had the advantage to take away points.

Harry narrowed his eyes at the Slytherin. "If anything happens to her, professor or not, I'm coming after you." He said in a low voice and turned and went back into the castle.

Hermione sighed. "Sorry, he's a bit protective."

"I thought it was a rule for all boyfriends to be." He said seeing her blush deeply.

"No, it's not like that at all. Harry and I are just friends, same with Ron and myself. I don't have a boyfriend."

"I find that hard to believe." Marcus said instantly clamping his lips shut hoping nothing else came out. "Come on." he said before she could say anything.

Hermione's head filled with questions. Why would he be saying things like that to her. She shook her head getting all weird and disturbed thoughts out of her head. She stopped when she saw he had and watched him set his broom on the ground.

"Okay now step the left of it, stick your right hand out and say 'up' and don't give me that look."

Hermione grumbled as she did as he said. "Up."

Marcus and Hermione looked at the broomstick and it stayed on the ground. "Okay, try saying it with feeling and concentrate. Forget about everything else on your mind. Your NEWTS, your friends, your family, everything. Just imagine yourself with the broom in your hand."

She nodded and she closed her eyes. "Up." She said as the broom quickly flew to her hand. "I did it." She said smiling.

"Good now get on."

"What?"

"You can't learn to fly a broomstick without actually getting on it." Hermione whimpered slightly and got on the broom. "Okay now kick off hard and hover lightly."

Hermione kicked off from the ground and was in the air for about maybe thirty seconds before she fell. "This is hopeless."

"You can't give up that easily."

"Easy for you to say. You try being high up in the air on a twig."

"It's not a twig and you were only about a foot off the ground." Marcus told her holding out his hand.

Hermione glanced at his hand expecting him to hex her or something and took it as he pulled her to the ground. "Now try again."

"Again?"

"Yes again. We're not leaving this pitch until you can at least hover correctly."

"We'll be here all night then." She complained.

"If it takes all night then we'll be here. Besides it's Friday you don't have any classes tomorrow."

"Great." She grumbled.