Disclaimer: I know I'm obsessed and in love with Ryan but we still don't
own Harry Potter! Or Irish cream! But I know umm....... That my hair is brown!
Dreah: Dude, it is!
Evil Ducky: I don't think so. It looks more black to me.
Dreah: Aren't ducks color blind Tails?
Talia: I believe so Dre!
Dreah: Odd.......
Chapter 9: Take me to the moon
The wind whipped the two girl's hair as they stood a few feet from the quidditch pitch. "You ask him!" Dreah ordered. "NO! You ask Harry!" Talia demanded. "Absolutely not! Me ask Harry Potter to give us flying lessons? That's just preposterous!" Dreah argued. "Fine! I'll do it!" Talia gave in. She marched onto the pitch and screamed "HARRY! GET OVER HERE!"
Harry zoomed his firebolt over "What?" he inquired. His jet black hair was tousled and sticking up from the speed of his broomstick, his glasses were slightly askew and half hanging off his emerald green eyes. Talia looked him square in the eye and said "Harry, you are going to give us flying lessons." "I am?" "Yes, isn't that right Dreah?" Talia said excitedly. "Yeah sure. Whatever" Dreah mumbled. "She doesn't like me very much, does she?" Harry asked, a little hurt. "She has her reasons Harry. You kind of ruined her father's business." Talia explained. "What?" "Too complicated, can't get into it."
So at seven o'clock Talia skipped onto the pitch, Dreah dragging her feet behind her with two overly shiny expensive brooms. Harry gazed in wonder at the brooms. "Wow, they're unlike any other broom I've ever seen. Where did you get them?" He asked in delight. "We made them" Talia announced proudly. Harry tried to take a better look at Dreah's light weight broom, made of green elvish bamboo (which is light yet way strong and solid) with her name in loopy black letters on the handle. She back away from the Gryffindor seeker and hissed. "Ok then" Harry said nervously. He tried to take a look at Talia's blue black ebony broom with her name engraved in violet letters on the handle. But she too backed away, muttering "My precious!" and stroking it fondly.
"So, you two can make brooms but you can't fly them? May I ask why?" he asked. "No" Dreah retorted bitterly. But Talia suddenly went into a talking frenzy. Describing how elves were brilliant at making anything and everything but the conditions were not good for flying. By that, she meant that with all the trees you would splat like a fly on a windshield in mid summer.
"Ok, well let's get started then." Harry suggested as he lay down his broom next to him on the ground. "Ok, so put your brooms down" he ordered. "But don't you need to brooms to fly?" Talia asked quizzically. Harry ignored her and the two girls did what he said anyways. "Now put your wand hand over the broom and say up!" he said, and as soon as he said the word "up" his broom flew into his hand. Talia and Dreah did as he said. "UP!" they said, Talia slightly too enthusiastically. And they're brooms also flew into they're hands.
"Now straddle your broomstick." He said. Dreah sniggered "Did he just say STRADDLE your broomstick!?" "It's ok Dreah. Just pretend it's Malfoy" Talia assured her. "WHAT!?" Dreah exclaimed in horror as she elbowed her friend in the ribs. "Well then you pretend it's Ryan." "No need to tell me. I already was." Talia informed. So the girls "straddled" their brooms and looked at Harry for the next instructions.
"Push hard on the ground and let yourself rise" he instructed. So the girls did that. Talia and Dreah let the amazing soaring feeling fill them. Until Dreah looked down that is. "OH CRAP!" she exclaimed in horror. "What's wrong?" Harry asked. "I forgot, I don't like heights!" she screamed, swinging her legs like mad. Harry grabbed her hand and comforted her. Meanwhile, Talia was giggling like mad and soaring near the forbidden forest. And you could just see her jumping off her broom and swinging in the trees.
"Don't worry Dreah. If you fall I'll catch you" Harry said assuringly. Dreah looked him straight in the eye and saw that he was serious. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all. "Ok," she agreed as she let go of Harry's hand and started to slowly make a lap around the pitch. Soon she and Talia were soaring fast and even doing tricks with quidditch equipment.
A bludger almost hit Talia's head as she ducked, at the exact moment that she ducked Dreah straddle jumped over her head, landing on her own broom and hitting the bludger in the opposite direction with her club. Dreah looked at Talia. Talia looked at Dreah. They grinned and suddenly began singing. "Fly me to the moon. And let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and mars. In other words hold my hand. In other words baby kiss me" All the while Talia had done a one handed bridge (the other hand was preoccupied with the quaffle), flipped her legs over and threw the ball dead on into the middle hoop. "Fill my heart with song. And let me sing forever more. You are all I long for. All I worship and adore. In other words please be true. In other words I love you." Dreah and Talia stood up and jumped onto the opposite's broom and then they started to pass each other the snitch as they were hanging upside down that Dreah had caught while jumping to Tails' broom. To get back onto their own broom they did a no handed cartwheel type jump and landed perfectly onto their own brooms.
"I'm going to do it Tails! Today is the day!" Dreah exclaimed. "No, Dreah. Don't, you know you can't!" Talia screamed. But Dreah was already standing on her broom and getting ready. "What's wrong?" Harry asked. "Dreah. She's attempting to do a backflip." Talia replied. "And what's so bad about that? You guys are great." Harry pointed out. "Yes, but her weakness is the back flip. She cannot do it right. On any surface, even a trampoline! Let alone on a broom in mid air!"
Harry turned to see Dreah falling, right past her broom! He quickly did an almost vertical dive and just caught Dreah. If he had been a second too late, she would've gone SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! Dreah was breathing heavily. She smiled though "Thanks Harry" she said rather quickly. Dreah obviously wasn't used to thanking people.
Meanwhile in the library Draco lazily passed a window looking over the quidditch pitch. He passed it then suddenly dashed backwards, eyes bulging at what he saw. There, in Harry Potter's arms, ON A BROOM was Dreah. And she was practically snogging him! Well, that was going a little too far. She was pecking him on the cheek, but still! Draco was totally surprised. "Oh my G... What the f..... Son of a b.....WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?" he exclaimed, earning a dirty look from the surrounding students. He dashed out onto the field. Boy, when he got his hands on Potter, Draco swore he would.......................
Dreah: CLIFF HANGER!
Talia: BWHAAHAHA!
Evil Ducky: Tune in next time kiddies!
Dreah: Dude, it is!
Evil Ducky: I don't think so. It looks more black to me.
Dreah: Aren't ducks color blind Tails?
Talia: I believe so Dre!
Dreah: Odd.......
Chapter 9: Take me to the moon
The wind whipped the two girl's hair as they stood a few feet from the quidditch pitch. "You ask him!" Dreah ordered. "NO! You ask Harry!" Talia demanded. "Absolutely not! Me ask Harry Potter to give us flying lessons? That's just preposterous!" Dreah argued. "Fine! I'll do it!" Talia gave in. She marched onto the pitch and screamed "HARRY! GET OVER HERE!"
Harry zoomed his firebolt over "What?" he inquired. His jet black hair was tousled and sticking up from the speed of his broomstick, his glasses were slightly askew and half hanging off his emerald green eyes. Talia looked him square in the eye and said "Harry, you are going to give us flying lessons." "I am?" "Yes, isn't that right Dreah?" Talia said excitedly. "Yeah sure. Whatever" Dreah mumbled. "She doesn't like me very much, does she?" Harry asked, a little hurt. "She has her reasons Harry. You kind of ruined her father's business." Talia explained. "What?" "Too complicated, can't get into it."
So at seven o'clock Talia skipped onto the pitch, Dreah dragging her feet behind her with two overly shiny expensive brooms. Harry gazed in wonder at the brooms. "Wow, they're unlike any other broom I've ever seen. Where did you get them?" He asked in delight. "We made them" Talia announced proudly. Harry tried to take a better look at Dreah's light weight broom, made of green elvish bamboo (which is light yet way strong and solid) with her name in loopy black letters on the handle. She back away from the Gryffindor seeker and hissed. "Ok then" Harry said nervously. He tried to take a look at Talia's blue black ebony broom with her name engraved in violet letters on the handle. But she too backed away, muttering "My precious!" and stroking it fondly.
"So, you two can make brooms but you can't fly them? May I ask why?" he asked. "No" Dreah retorted bitterly. But Talia suddenly went into a talking frenzy. Describing how elves were brilliant at making anything and everything but the conditions were not good for flying. By that, she meant that with all the trees you would splat like a fly on a windshield in mid summer.
"Ok, well let's get started then." Harry suggested as he lay down his broom next to him on the ground. "Ok, so put your brooms down" he ordered. "But don't you need to brooms to fly?" Talia asked quizzically. Harry ignored her and the two girls did what he said anyways. "Now put your wand hand over the broom and say up!" he said, and as soon as he said the word "up" his broom flew into his hand. Talia and Dreah did as he said. "UP!" they said, Talia slightly too enthusiastically. And they're brooms also flew into they're hands.
"Now straddle your broomstick." He said. Dreah sniggered "Did he just say STRADDLE your broomstick!?" "It's ok Dreah. Just pretend it's Malfoy" Talia assured her. "WHAT!?" Dreah exclaimed in horror as she elbowed her friend in the ribs. "Well then you pretend it's Ryan." "No need to tell me. I already was." Talia informed. So the girls "straddled" their brooms and looked at Harry for the next instructions.
"Push hard on the ground and let yourself rise" he instructed. So the girls did that. Talia and Dreah let the amazing soaring feeling fill them. Until Dreah looked down that is. "OH CRAP!" she exclaimed in horror. "What's wrong?" Harry asked. "I forgot, I don't like heights!" she screamed, swinging her legs like mad. Harry grabbed her hand and comforted her. Meanwhile, Talia was giggling like mad and soaring near the forbidden forest. And you could just see her jumping off her broom and swinging in the trees.
"Don't worry Dreah. If you fall I'll catch you" Harry said assuringly. Dreah looked him straight in the eye and saw that he was serious. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all. "Ok," she agreed as she let go of Harry's hand and started to slowly make a lap around the pitch. Soon she and Talia were soaring fast and even doing tricks with quidditch equipment.
A bludger almost hit Talia's head as she ducked, at the exact moment that she ducked Dreah straddle jumped over her head, landing on her own broom and hitting the bludger in the opposite direction with her club. Dreah looked at Talia. Talia looked at Dreah. They grinned and suddenly began singing. "Fly me to the moon. And let me play among the stars. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and mars. In other words hold my hand. In other words baby kiss me" All the while Talia had done a one handed bridge (the other hand was preoccupied with the quaffle), flipped her legs over and threw the ball dead on into the middle hoop. "Fill my heart with song. And let me sing forever more. You are all I long for. All I worship and adore. In other words please be true. In other words I love you." Dreah and Talia stood up and jumped onto the opposite's broom and then they started to pass each other the snitch as they were hanging upside down that Dreah had caught while jumping to Tails' broom. To get back onto their own broom they did a no handed cartwheel type jump and landed perfectly onto their own brooms.
"I'm going to do it Tails! Today is the day!" Dreah exclaimed. "No, Dreah. Don't, you know you can't!" Talia screamed. But Dreah was already standing on her broom and getting ready. "What's wrong?" Harry asked. "Dreah. She's attempting to do a backflip." Talia replied. "And what's so bad about that? You guys are great." Harry pointed out. "Yes, but her weakness is the back flip. She cannot do it right. On any surface, even a trampoline! Let alone on a broom in mid air!"
Harry turned to see Dreah falling, right past her broom! He quickly did an almost vertical dive and just caught Dreah. If he had been a second too late, she would've gone SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! Dreah was breathing heavily. She smiled though "Thanks Harry" she said rather quickly. Dreah obviously wasn't used to thanking people.
Meanwhile in the library Draco lazily passed a window looking over the quidditch pitch. He passed it then suddenly dashed backwards, eyes bulging at what he saw. There, in Harry Potter's arms, ON A BROOM was Dreah. And she was practically snogging him! Well, that was going a little too far. She was pecking him on the cheek, but still! Draco was totally surprised. "Oh my G... What the f..... Son of a b.....WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?" he exclaimed, earning a dirty look from the surrounding students. He dashed out onto the field. Boy, when he got his hands on Potter, Draco swore he would.......................
Dreah: CLIFF HANGER!
Talia: BWHAAHAHA!
Evil Ducky: Tune in next time kiddies!