. Disclaimer: Harry Potter is in no way, shape, or form mine.
(???- Thanks! The plot line will be similar but the writing will be better I promise.)
Hermione had been missing since dinner. Harry went to bed early again. Seamus
and Dean had snuck a cheering charm into his tea. I'm glad they didn't notice when he
turned their spaghetti into worms. Those two are determined to be the next Fred and
George.
With the fire crackling cheerfully in the common room, I was flying through the
cold wet rain the had engulfed the grounds, a thunderstorm was brewing. I was avoiding
the quidditch pitch, the thought of practicing my keeping not appealing in the least.
The broom had carried me up about sixty feet when it started moving by itself. It
lumbered around the castle, not allowing me too return to the broom shed. The clouds
were swirling and I was getting scared. If the broom chucked me into the clouds, I'd end
up being a great bloody splotch instead of a human being.
The broom had passed over the greenhouses and taken me behind the castle where
I had never been before. I had only recently adjusted to the broom's flight pattern, then it
suddenly rose very quickly and I could see a person hanging out of a window, or rather
standing on the ledge preparing to jump.
The broom had stopped controlling itself and I didn't know what to. I didn't have
too, the person jumped jumped suddenly and I only had enough time to put out my arms,
"Malfoy?" I wheezed. The wind had been knocked out of me.
"WEASLY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BROOM? THAT'S MINE,
YOU FILTHY THIEVING MUGGLE LOVER."
Yes, it was indeed Draco Malfoy that had dropped into my arms and I was sorely
tempted to let him go. And yes, it was his broom, but I didn't think he'd ever find out. I
had been using it for a whole year, and no one knew. So I decided to lie. Just a little,
"I didn't mean to take your broom," I said indignantly. "I was getting mine and it
came to me and took me here. I didn't mean to save you. Had I known it was you, you
conniving scumbag, I would not have bothered to catch you. And by the way what were
you doing, jumping like that?"
"None of your business, Weasel. Let me down at once, I order you!"
"Well come on then! Get on the broom, it'll do you no good to be hanging from it like that!" I snapped back.
He obliged and hung behind me on the broom. As I zoomed back to the broom shed I
wondered why he had been jumping out the window but I thought nothing more of it
when I looked into a window and saw Hermione sitting on the floor with the strangest
assortment of objects I had ever seen.
SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. GOSH DARN EXTRACARRICULARS!
(???- Thanks! The plot line will be similar but the writing will be better I promise.)
Hermione had been missing since dinner. Harry went to bed early again. Seamus
and Dean had snuck a cheering charm into his tea. I'm glad they didn't notice when he
turned their spaghetti into worms. Those two are determined to be the next Fred and
George.
With the fire crackling cheerfully in the common room, I was flying through the
cold wet rain the had engulfed the grounds, a thunderstorm was brewing. I was avoiding
the quidditch pitch, the thought of practicing my keeping not appealing in the least.
The broom had carried me up about sixty feet when it started moving by itself. It
lumbered around the castle, not allowing me too return to the broom shed. The clouds
were swirling and I was getting scared. If the broom chucked me into the clouds, I'd end
up being a great bloody splotch instead of a human being.
The broom had passed over the greenhouses and taken me behind the castle where
I had never been before. I had only recently adjusted to the broom's flight pattern, then it
suddenly rose very quickly and I could see a person hanging out of a window, or rather
standing on the ledge preparing to jump.
The broom had stopped controlling itself and I didn't know what to. I didn't have
too, the person jumped jumped suddenly and I only had enough time to put out my arms,
"Malfoy?" I wheezed. The wind had been knocked out of me.
"WEASLY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BROOM? THAT'S MINE,
YOU FILTHY THIEVING MUGGLE LOVER."
Yes, it was indeed Draco Malfoy that had dropped into my arms and I was sorely
tempted to let him go. And yes, it was his broom, but I didn't think he'd ever find out. I
had been using it for a whole year, and no one knew. So I decided to lie. Just a little,
"I didn't mean to take your broom," I said indignantly. "I was getting mine and it
came to me and took me here. I didn't mean to save you. Had I known it was you, you
conniving scumbag, I would not have bothered to catch you. And by the way what were
you doing, jumping like that?"
"None of your business, Weasel. Let me down at once, I order you!"
"Well come on then! Get on the broom, it'll do you no good to be hanging from it like that!" I snapped back.
He obliged and hung behind me on the broom. As I zoomed back to the broom shed I
wondered why he had been jumping out the window but I thought nothing more of it
when I looked into a window and saw Hermione sitting on the floor with the strangest
assortment of objects I had ever seen.
SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. GOSH DARN EXTRACARRICULARS!
