AN: FINALLY! CHAPTER 8!!!!!!
Chapter 8: Flying lessons
Last time:
"Here we are!" said Hermione, stopping in front of a very comical looking shop. We walked in, and Fred and George greeted Hermione, and they asked who her friend was.
"Oh, I'm Cassandra Calaway, nice to meet you," I said, holding out my hand, forgetting briefly about the electric shock that I got when I touched anybody.
Except Draco.
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^_^ My POV ^_^
We walked into the entrance hall from outside, just returning from Hogsmeade.
"That was probably the best day of my entire life!" I exclaimed as we walked toward the great Hall for dinner.
"Yeah, Hogsmeade is great." Said Ron contentedly.
"Hey Harry, Cassy made an interesting statement when we were on our way to Fred and George's shop." Said Hermione.
"Oh really? What?" he asked, looking at me.
"Um, I was just thinking that maybe I could try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, for Chaser. I of course wouldn't make it on the team, but still, it could be fun to try out." I said warily.
"What are you talking about? You'd be a fabulous Quidditch player!" said Harry.
"But I've never even flown before, Harry, so how could you know if I'd be good?"
"I dunno, I can just feel it, you seem like you would be a good player. Ron and I can even give you flying lessons, if you want."
"Nah, I don't think I'll need *lessons*, but I wouldn't mind supervision, in case I fall off the broom or something like that." I said confidently.
"You wanna start tomorrow?" asked Harry. "Us three can supervise," he said, motioning to himself, Ron, and Hermione.
"Ok, that could be cool!" By then we were seated in the Great Hall, and I was keen on eating. Running around all day had made me hungry.
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The next day, Harry, Hermione, Ron and I walked out onto the Quidditch Pitch. Harry had gotten permission from Madame Hooch to use the pitch that day, and also permission for me to use one of the school brooms. Harry and Ron were going to be flying around the pitch, keeping an eye on me, and Hermione would sitting in the stands, using Omnioculars (sp?) to watch me.
"Alright, this should be simple," said Harry. "Just mount your broom like so," he mounted his broom.
"And kick off from the ground!" said Ron, who kicked off and zoomed off to one end of the pitch, skidding to a halt and doing an abrupt about-face. I giggled, and then remembered what I was here for. I dug my feet into the ground, and then pushed myself up. To my surprise, I rose into the air! Fairly fast, too, for a school broom.
"Nice!" called Harry, becoming level with me. "Just lean forward to go forward and. . ." he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. I was already zooming off to the stands where Hermione was sitting. I got over and had a little trouble stopping, but we both managed to escape a collision.
"You're pretty good for a first-timer!" said Hermione with a smile. I smiled back, and then Harry appeared beside me.
"Pull up on the handle to stop, Cassy." Said Harry to me. "You would have known that if you had stayed over there long enough to listen to me!" I blushed and muttered an apology.
"Now, I think you can experiment and figure the rest out for yourself!" he said, and flew over to the goalposts opposite the ones where Ron was residing. Hermione gave me a thumbs-up, and I flew off, trying out turning first, and then getting more daring. After about a half hour, I decided to try a dive. I turned my broom to face the ground and started going. I was at least 80 feet up when I started the dive. As soon as Harry and Ron saw what I was doing, they zoomed over to where I was. They, unfortunately, had chosen to circle under me, in case I fell off, apparently. What happened next happened so fast I could hardly remember how it happened. All I know was that I knew I was going to run into Harry the moment I pulled out of the dive. I tried to yell out to him, but too late: I had no choice but to pull up on my broom handle. *This should be interesting* I thought, as a split second later, I rammed right into Harry, knocking us both off our brooms, a tumbling mass of black robes. Luckily, we were only about four feet from the ground. We kind of tumbled on the grass for about 10 feet, and when we stopped, we were in a very odd position indeed: me sprawled on the grass, and Harry on top of me. His hands were on my shoulders, as if he were pinning me to the ground, and my arms were around his neck. I guess I grabbed hold of the first thing I saw when I fell off my broom, which happened to be poor Harry's neck. As soon as we registered what an awkward position we were in, we hurriedly let go of each other and stood up, blushing furiously, dusting off our robes. Ron had flown over to us, and Hermione had run down from the stands.
"Are you two ok?" asked Hermione, rushing over to us. We both nodded, still trying to repair the damage to our robes.
"Well, I think that's enough for today, don't you?" said Ron jokingly, chuckling at the memory of me crashing into Harry. Harry and I just glared at him. Little did I know, someone else had witnessed the whole performance. Someone besides Ron, and Hermione.
^_^ Draco's POV ^_^
I walked casually up to the owlery, a letter to my parents in my hand. No sooner had I sent off my eagle owl with the letter, I saw some movement out on the Quidditch Pitch. I pulled out my pocket Omnioculars and took a closer look. I recognized Potter and Weasley, at either end of the pitch, but there was a figure circling the middle as well. I adjusted the Omnioculars and saw that it was Cassandra. She was doing some funny looking figure 8, and then she stopped. She flew about 80 feet above the ground and she seemed to be contemplating something. Then, without warning, she went strait into a dive, gaining speed fast. I then saw Potter and Weasley fly over to her, directly where she was going to stop. She then pulled out of the dive and crashed right into Potter, sending them both off of their brooms, tumbling for about 10 feet. I zoomed the view closer and saw that they were in a rather disturbing position. I only had time to register that before they jumped off each other and started brushing off their robes, embarrassed, I suppose. That's a story to tell the grandchildren: "Well, kids, when I was sixteen, I was flying my broom around the Quidditch Pitch and ran headfirst into Harry Potter, sending us both soaring off our brooms!" I chuckled at the thought. I pocketed my Omnioculars and walked down to the Slytherin common room. I had no intention to embarrass Cassandra and destroy what little trust we had though our truce by telling the whole school about what happened, but it was very tempting . . .
^_^ My POV ^_^
Even after Harry and I were back in the common room, I was still slightly uncomfortable about what had happened earlier. I had made a total fool of myself and then I had to go and embarrass Harry, too. If someone saw what had happened, it would be all over the school by Tuesday, if not sooner. But, with any luck, there were no witnesses.
"Harry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have gone into that dive," I started, but Harry interrupted.
"Cassy, it's ok, it's my fault. I was directly where you were going to be ending up, and I was stupid enough to be in that spot." He said.
"Yes, but still, I won't let you take all the blame. It was mostly my fault."
"Alright, that makes me feel a little better," he said with a small smile. I smiled back. I looked up and our eyes locked. I couldn't look away, and neither, it seemed, could he. We had both started to lean-in the teeniest fraction of an inch, when Hermione suddenly burst into the common room from her prefect duties. Harry and I both regained normal composure and acted like nothing had happened. I couldn't help but to have the teeniest smile on my face as to what had just almost happened. Harry seemed to be thinking along the same lines. We were so far off in our own worlds that we didn't even hear Hermione speaking, rather angrily.
"Hello?" she said, snapping her fingers. "Are you two even listening to me?"
"Huh?"
"What?"
She sighed, exasperated. "I was *saying*, I met Malfoy on the way here from doing my prefect duties, and he had a little something to say that he thought was rather *funny*." She said, with emphasis on the word "funny".
"Like what?" I asked, worried.
"He witnessed the little event on the Quidditch Pitch this evening." She said, more angrily still. "Which means," she continued, "that it will be all over the school by Thursday."
"At the rate gossip travels in this school," said Harry, "even the teachers will know about it by tomorrow." This wasn't much comfort for me. I had barely been at the school two weeks and I was the subject of gossip already!
"How *do* you take it Harry?"
"Take what?" he asked.
"People walking past you in the halls, whispering about you! Whenever you meet someone for the first time, they're totally and completely amazed! People are *always* gossiping about you! How do you stand it?"
"I dunno, I guess I've just gotten used to it over the past six years." He replied with a shrug.
"Yeah, lucky you," I said with a scowl.
"I'm not finished yet!" said Hermione.
"You're not?" said Harry and I together.
"No. It seems that Malfoy also saw you're little 'encounter' together as well." She said.
We both blushed at this. "But, Malfoy and I have a truce!" I said. "He wouldn't go around spreading gossip about me, would he?" I said uncertainly.
"Cassy, I hate to say this, but I think Malfoy called that truce just so he could get some good dirt on you. As it turns out, it seems he needn't have asked for the truce in the first place." Said Harry. Ron chose this time to come into the common room from *his* prefect duties.
"What's all the hubbub?" he asked, seeing Hermione's angry face, my sad face, and Harry's concerned face.
"Malfoy saw what happened on the Quidditch field. We think that he'll be more than willing to embarrass Cassandra by spreading it around the whole school by tomorrow morning." Said Hermione.
"I knew he was up to no good when he made that truce with you!" said Ron, turning to me.
"But, Ron, he hasn't done anything yet!" I said defensively.
"Exactly: he hasn't done anything – *yet*." Said Ron. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes, but I wasn't going to cry: not in front of Harry and Ron.
"I – I just thought I could try to make peace with him, you know?" I said with a quivering voice. I was going to start crying any second, I just knew it.
"Cassy, we understand, it's just that, we've known Malfoy for the past six years, you've only known him for the past two weeks," said Hermione.
"I just thought I could trust him!" I said fairly angrily. "He seemed so honest with me." I said quietly. Then the tears just started rolling, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I just held my knees and sobbed into my robes for a minute, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Harry standing over me.
"This isn't something to get all worked up about, you know." He started. "You don't even know if Malfoy will spread it around. If you say he looked honest when he made that truce, then he probably was. I believe you, Cassy." He finished, and then he started to walk away, but I stopped him.
"Harry, wait!" I said, getting up from my chair and walking over to him. He turned around, and I noticed that Hermione and Ron were no longer in the room. The common room was deserted, as it was before, except for Harry and me. "I just wanted to say, well, thanks, for – for giving me that statement. You're right, this isn't something to get worked up about." And after I said that, I did the only thing that I saw fit: I hugged him. He seemed shocked, but then he put his arms around my shoulders and hugged me back. I squeezed a little tighter and I actually smiled. I finally let go and said, "Thanks again Harry." But before I walked off, I gave him a little kiss on the cheek, then, blushing furiously, I ran up to the girls dormitories.
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AN: Awwwwwwwww, how sweet! I think I see a spark there! But the question is: do you? In your review tell me if you want the spark to become a flame, or if you want me to pour a bucket of water on it. If it alters your decision any, I would PREFER if the spark became a flame, but, I wanna see what my reviewers think, too. So, review and answer the question, what are you waiting for?
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Chapter 8: Flying lessons
Last time:
"Here we are!" said Hermione, stopping in front of a very comical looking shop. We walked in, and Fred and George greeted Hermione, and they asked who her friend was.
"Oh, I'm Cassandra Calaway, nice to meet you," I said, holding out my hand, forgetting briefly about the electric shock that I got when I touched anybody.
Except Draco.
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^_^ My POV ^_^
We walked into the entrance hall from outside, just returning from Hogsmeade.
"That was probably the best day of my entire life!" I exclaimed as we walked toward the great Hall for dinner.
"Yeah, Hogsmeade is great." Said Ron contentedly.
"Hey Harry, Cassy made an interesting statement when we were on our way to Fred and George's shop." Said Hermione.
"Oh really? What?" he asked, looking at me.
"Um, I was just thinking that maybe I could try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, for Chaser. I of course wouldn't make it on the team, but still, it could be fun to try out." I said warily.
"What are you talking about? You'd be a fabulous Quidditch player!" said Harry.
"But I've never even flown before, Harry, so how could you know if I'd be good?"
"I dunno, I can just feel it, you seem like you would be a good player. Ron and I can even give you flying lessons, if you want."
"Nah, I don't think I'll need *lessons*, but I wouldn't mind supervision, in case I fall off the broom or something like that." I said confidently.
"You wanna start tomorrow?" asked Harry. "Us three can supervise," he said, motioning to himself, Ron, and Hermione.
"Ok, that could be cool!" By then we were seated in the Great Hall, and I was keen on eating. Running around all day had made me hungry.
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The next day, Harry, Hermione, Ron and I walked out onto the Quidditch Pitch. Harry had gotten permission from Madame Hooch to use the pitch that day, and also permission for me to use one of the school brooms. Harry and Ron were going to be flying around the pitch, keeping an eye on me, and Hermione would sitting in the stands, using Omnioculars (sp?) to watch me.
"Alright, this should be simple," said Harry. "Just mount your broom like so," he mounted his broom.
"And kick off from the ground!" said Ron, who kicked off and zoomed off to one end of the pitch, skidding to a halt and doing an abrupt about-face. I giggled, and then remembered what I was here for. I dug my feet into the ground, and then pushed myself up. To my surprise, I rose into the air! Fairly fast, too, for a school broom.
"Nice!" called Harry, becoming level with me. "Just lean forward to go forward and. . ." he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. I was already zooming off to the stands where Hermione was sitting. I got over and had a little trouble stopping, but we both managed to escape a collision.
"You're pretty good for a first-timer!" said Hermione with a smile. I smiled back, and then Harry appeared beside me.
"Pull up on the handle to stop, Cassy." Said Harry to me. "You would have known that if you had stayed over there long enough to listen to me!" I blushed and muttered an apology.
"Now, I think you can experiment and figure the rest out for yourself!" he said, and flew over to the goalposts opposite the ones where Ron was residing. Hermione gave me a thumbs-up, and I flew off, trying out turning first, and then getting more daring. After about a half hour, I decided to try a dive. I turned my broom to face the ground and started going. I was at least 80 feet up when I started the dive. As soon as Harry and Ron saw what I was doing, they zoomed over to where I was. They, unfortunately, had chosen to circle under me, in case I fell off, apparently. What happened next happened so fast I could hardly remember how it happened. All I know was that I knew I was going to run into Harry the moment I pulled out of the dive. I tried to yell out to him, but too late: I had no choice but to pull up on my broom handle. *This should be interesting* I thought, as a split second later, I rammed right into Harry, knocking us both off our brooms, a tumbling mass of black robes. Luckily, we were only about four feet from the ground. We kind of tumbled on the grass for about 10 feet, and when we stopped, we were in a very odd position indeed: me sprawled on the grass, and Harry on top of me. His hands were on my shoulders, as if he were pinning me to the ground, and my arms were around his neck. I guess I grabbed hold of the first thing I saw when I fell off my broom, which happened to be poor Harry's neck. As soon as we registered what an awkward position we were in, we hurriedly let go of each other and stood up, blushing furiously, dusting off our robes. Ron had flown over to us, and Hermione had run down from the stands.
"Are you two ok?" asked Hermione, rushing over to us. We both nodded, still trying to repair the damage to our robes.
"Well, I think that's enough for today, don't you?" said Ron jokingly, chuckling at the memory of me crashing into Harry. Harry and I just glared at him. Little did I know, someone else had witnessed the whole performance. Someone besides Ron, and Hermione.
^_^ Draco's POV ^_^
I walked casually up to the owlery, a letter to my parents in my hand. No sooner had I sent off my eagle owl with the letter, I saw some movement out on the Quidditch Pitch. I pulled out my pocket Omnioculars and took a closer look. I recognized Potter and Weasley, at either end of the pitch, but there was a figure circling the middle as well. I adjusted the Omnioculars and saw that it was Cassandra. She was doing some funny looking figure 8, and then she stopped. She flew about 80 feet above the ground and she seemed to be contemplating something. Then, without warning, she went strait into a dive, gaining speed fast. I then saw Potter and Weasley fly over to her, directly where she was going to stop. She then pulled out of the dive and crashed right into Potter, sending them both off of their brooms, tumbling for about 10 feet. I zoomed the view closer and saw that they were in a rather disturbing position. I only had time to register that before they jumped off each other and started brushing off their robes, embarrassed, I suppose. That's a story to tell the grandchildren: "Well, kids, when I was sixteen, I was flying my broom around the Quidditch Pitch and ran headfirst into Harry Potter, sending us both soaring off our brooms!" I chuckled at the thought. I pocketed my Omnioculars and walked down to the Slytherin common room. I had no intention to embarrass Cassandra and destroy what little trust we had though our truce by telling the whole school about what happened, but it was very tempting . . .
^_^ My POV ^_^
Even after Harry and I were back in the common room, I was still slightly uncomfortable about what had happened earlier. I had made a total fool of myself and then I had to go and embarrass Harry, too. If someone saw what had happened, it would be all over the school by Tuesday, if not sooner. But, with any luck, there were no witnesses.
"Harry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have gone into that dive," I started, but Harry interrupted.
"Cassy, it's ok, it's my fault. I was directly where you were going to be ending up, and I was stupid enough to be in that spot." He said.
"Yes, but still, I won't let you take all the blame. It was mostly my fault."
"Alright, that makes me feel a little better," he said with a small smile. I smiled back. I looked up and our eyes locked. I couldn't look away, and neither, it seemed, could he. We had both started to lean-in the teeniest fraction of an inch, when Hermione suddenly burst into the common room from her prefect duties. Harry and I both regained normal composure and acted like nothing had happened. I couldn't help but to have the teeniest smile on my face as to what had just almost happened. Harry seemed to be thinking along the same lines. We were so far off in our own worlds that we didn't even hear Hermione speaking, rather angrily.
"Hello?" she said, snapping her fingers. "Are you two even listening to me?"
"Huh?"
"What?"
She sighed, exasperated. "I was *saying*, I met Malfoy on the way here from doing my prefect duties, and he had a little something to say that he thought was rather *funny*." She said, with emphasis on the word "funny".
"Like what?" I asked, worried.
"He witnessed the little event on the Quidditch Pitch this evening." She said, more angrily still. "Which means," she continued, "that it will be all over the school by Thursday."
"At the rate gossip travels in this school," said Harry, "even the teachers will know about it by tomorrow." This wasn't much comfort for me. I had barely been at the school two weeks and I was the subject of gossip already!
"How *do* you take it Harry?"
"Take what?" he asked.
"People walking past you in the halls, whispering about you! Whenever you meet someone for the first time, they're totally and completely amazed! People are *always* gossiping about you! How do you stand it?"
"I dunno, I guess I've just gotten used to it over the past six years." He replied with a shrug.
"Yeah, lucky you," I said with a scowl.
"I'm not finished yet!" said Hermione.
"You're not?" said Harry and I together.
"No. It seems that Malfoy also saw you're little 'encounter' together as well." She said.
We both blushed at this. "But, Malfoy and I have a truce!" I said. "He wouldn't go around spreading gossip about me, would he?" I said uncertainly.
"Cassy, I hate to say this, but I think Malfoy called that truce just so he could get some good dirt on you. As it turns out, it seems he needn't have asked for the truce in the first place." Said Harry. Ron chose this time to come into the common room from *his* prefect duties.
"What's all the hubbub?" he asked, seeing Hermione's angry face, my sad face, and Harry's concerned face.
"Malfoy saw what happened on the Quidditch field. We think that he'll be more than willing to embarrass Cassandra by spreading it around the whole school by tomorrow morning." Said Hermione.
"I knew he was up to no good when he made that truce with you!" said Ron, turning to me.
"But, Ron, he hasn't done anything yet!" I said defensively.
"Exactly: he hasn't done anything – *yet*." Said Ron. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes, but I wasn't going to cry: not in front of Harry and Ron.
"I – I just thought I could try to make peace with him, you know?" I said with a quivering voice. I was going to start crying any second, I just knew it.
"Cassy, we understand, it's just that, we've known Malfoy for the past six years, you've only known him for the past two weeks," said Hermione.
"I just thought I could trust him!" I said fairly angrily. "He seemed so honest with me." I said quietly. Then the tears just started rolling, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I just held my knees and sobbed into my robes for a minute, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Harry standing over me.
"This isn't something to get all worked up about, you know." He started. "You don't even know if Malfoy will spread it around. If you say he looked honest when he made that truce, then he probably was. I believe you, Cassy." He finished, and then he started to walk away, but I stopped him.
"Harry, wait!" I said, getting up from my chair and walking over to him. He turned around, and I noticed that Hermione and Ron were no longer in the room. The common room was deserted, as it was before, except for Harry and me. "I just wanted to say, well, thanks, for – for giving me that statement. You're right, this isn't something to get worked up about." And after I said that, I did the only thing that I saw fit: I hugged him. He seemed shocked, but then he put his arms around my shoulders and hugged me back. I squeezed a little tighter and I actually smiled. I finally let go and said, "Thanks again Harry." But before I walked off, I gave him a little kiss on the cheek, then, blushing furiously, I ran up to the girls dormitories.
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AN: Awwwwwwwww, how sweet! I think I see a spark there! But the question is: do you? In your review tell me if you want the spark to become a flame, or if you want me to pour a bucket of water on it. If it alters your decision any, I would PREFER if the spark became a flame, but, I wanna see what my reviewers think, too. So, review and answer the question, what are you waiting for?
Why are you still reading this? PUT IN A REVIEW!
If you're still reading this, you can tell me why in your review, which you're about to put in right now! RIGHT?
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