A/N: Darn it! Thanks to all the reviewers that reminded me that nobody can apparate in Hogwarts. I'm so inferior to you guys bows to the almighty Harry Potter-knowers This is the last chapter I will update this weekend. On Friday, Saturday, or Sunday, I'll update. Thanks again!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter was written by J.K Rowling. She's a genius, a genius, I tell you!

Hermione had given Draco some slack ever since he saved her from the stairs incident. But, Harry and Ron noticed. "Uhh, Hermione?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side. "What's wrong? You've been easier on Malfoy, lately."

"Wha-oh, it's nothing, guys. I just feel a little sick." Hermione said, feigning a headache.

"Well, just tell us if Malfoy's threatening you, or something…and we'll set him straight. Alright, Hermione? You're our friend, you know." Ron told her, looking at her worriedly.

"Alright, I get it," smiled Hermione. "Thanks guys."

After the boys finished stuffing their faces, they went outside to practice Quidditch with their team. Hermione sighed, thinking. She had a fear of heights. Just the thought of Harry or Ron hanging by one hand on a broom made her made her very afraid. That's why she never rode on a broomstick, or even tried flying one. Draco, who seemed to know what she was thinking, looked at her for a minute, and said, "I could teach you how to ride a broom, you know."

Hermione turned around. "Well…I can't! My arm and my leg are broken, you know." She also looked at his bandaged arm. "And you're arm is injured from saving me, remember?"

Draco shrugged. "Well, because of it, I've been getting slack from my teachers. They're letting me turn my homework late. And if case you haven't noticed, I'm an EXPERT in quidditch, I am the Slytherin seeker after all." He smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, get over yourself. Harry can beat you any day."

Draco scowled. "That's because the Gryffindors cheat."

Hermione's mouth dropped open. "You take that back!"

"No, unless you take flying lessons with me." Draco smirked.

"Why, so you can laugh at me when I crash into something in mid-air or something?"

"No, but that's a good idea." He laughed. "Deal?" Draco held out his good hand next to Hermione's non-broken arm. Hermione stared at it hesitantly, but shook it eventually.

"Good." Draco smirked yet again. "I'll meet you at the field after breakfast." He strode out to get his Nimbus 2001.

Hermione sighed, and took another bite of her boysenberry-spread toast. After, she waited for a long time at the quidditch field and watched Harry and Ron practice. Harry was showing off to Ginny, unfortunately. Hermione called out, "Be careful, Harry! Don't get hurt!"

Harry, who noticed Hermione (who rarely came to quidditch practices) turned back to see Hermione, but crashed into the quaffle rings. Immediately, Hermione rushed over to Harry to see if he was alright. A crowd surrounded the weak Harry and tried to support him. "I'm so sorry, Harry," sniffed Hermione. "I'm so sorry you got hurt. It was my fault."

"Naw, it wasn't Hermione. I'll be okay." He slipped into unconsciousness while the team members of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team glared at her. Ron, however, backed her up. "It wasn't her bloody fault. But she did distract him…" he looked apologetically at Hermione.

As a result, the Gryffindors brought the unconscious Harry to the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomphrey was waiting. "He just needs a good night's rest. Now out, out, all of you!" She shooed all the Gryffindors out, including Hermione. The quidditch team dispersed, since obviously practice was over. Hermione, however, went back out in the quidditch field and wiped an invisible tear from her eye. Damn it, why did she have to be such a klutz?

Suddenly, Malfoy flew above her head, just inches from her nose. "Are you ready?" he held out his hand. "I..I'm not going to climb a broom in mid-air!" cried out Hermione. "Just take my bloody hand, Hermione, or you won't learn anything about flying."

"No."

"Fine." Draco flew his broom to the ground, wearing his green quidditch robes, which looked quite spiffy on him.

"Flying Lesson Number One," he stated clearly, motioning Hermione to come side by side with the broom. Hermione did so, looking at his Nimbus 2001.

"Now say up."

"Up?"

The broomstick did not move. "Hermione, you shouldn't question it. You should command the broom." Draco said.

"But don't broomsticks have feelings?" Hermione asked.

Draco slapped his head. This was going to take a long while.

After a few hours, Hermione was on Draco's Nimbus 2001, trembling. "Don't tremble," Draco commanded. "Don't let the Nimbus know you're afraid of it. If it does, it will control itself more. You're supposed to command it, not the broomstick itself."

"So it's like a dog?"

"A what?"

"Oh, god, never mind." Hermione spat as she still hugged the broom with all her might.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Do I have to get on that broom with you, and show you how?"

Hermione nodded, still clinging to the Nimbus. Draco sighed, and mounted the broom in midair. "Let me go in front." He said bitterly, changing positions with Hermione. He willed the broom to move forward, as fast as it could, just to spite her. The Nimbus 2001 obeyed his command. Hermione clung to Draco, and squeezed him as hard as she could, for fear of falling off. "Drrraaaaacooooooo!" she yelled, hoping he would get the message and stop.

Immediately, the broom stopped abruptly, nearly knocking Hermione off it. "Don't do that!" Hermione screamed at him. Draco covered his ears. "Don't do that, Hermione! Look down and tell me what you see."

Hermione looked down and nearly screamed. They were at least fifty feet from the ground, and Draco was smirking at her. "Cool, eh?"

"N-no, it's not! Bring me down, please, Draco?" she whimpered, pulling him closer. Draco nearly choked. "I know you love me, but can you stop hugging me so tightly?" he gagged.

Hermione's mouth formed into an o shape. "I don't love you!"

"Deny your little heart out, I know it's true." He smirked.

Hermione sighed in exasperation. "Can you bring me down, NOW?"

"Relax, Granger, nothing will happen to us if we're up here. It's the safest place."

"Fifty feet from the ground is SAFE?" yelped Hermione.

Draco stood up on his broom and jumped up and down. "See? I'm not falling."

Hermione gasped. "Draco, you stop jumping from your broom! You could trip and fall or something."

No sooner had she said that, Draco was beginning to lose his balance. "W-woah!" he struggled to balance on the broom. Hermione covered her eyes, murmuring. "I'm such a jinx, I'm such a jinx. Tell me this isn't happening." She opened her eyes, and Draco was gone.

"HOLY CRAP, WHERE THE HELL IS MALFOY?" she yelled to nobody. She looked down and saw Draco falling to his doom. Hermione didn't think, she just did. She willed the broom to save Draco, save him from his death. If he died, it would be all her fault. The broom was faster than ever before, obeying Hermione's every command. But she didn't think about it. She only thought about saving Draco. Soon, she was inches from Draco. She shot out her hand, and Draco took it. Immediately, the broom stopped, floating horizontally. They were about ten feet from the ground. If Draco had fallen any more, he probably would have died. He climbed up the broom. He was panting, breathing hard. He looked at Hermione, fear in his eyes. In a moment, it was gone. "You just passed your test, Granger."

"What?"

"It was a test, so I fell. I knew you would save me."

"I bet you it wasn't a test. You're just saying it to cover up that you SHOULD'VE listened to me and stop jumping on the damn broom, and then you had to go JUMP off it!"

"You really think I would've stood up on the broom in the first place? You don't think I was thinking of my own life, too?"

"Yeah, since you're a show-offy prat."

Draco ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, I just knew that if I did something, if I wasn't there anymore, you would have to fly the broom on your own."

"So you jumped off the broom? That's pretty reckless."

"It was one of the many ways I could do it, but I think that was the most effective one."

Hermione smirked. "You really thought you were going to die, though, weren't you?"

"Yeah." Draco said honestly. "But I never stopped trusting you for one second."

Hermione smiled. How sweet. She hugged him so tightly he stopped breathing for a few seconds. "Don't ever do that to me again, okay, Draco?" she released him and Draco was now lying on the grass, gazing up at the sky. Suddenly, his expression changed from a serene face to an incredibly worried face.

Hermione looked up at the sky too. Her expression changed, her breathing quickened.

The death mark was shown clearly in the sky, right above the Quidditch field.

A/N: Muahaha, a cliff hanger! I'll see you guys on Friday xD. You'll just have to wait for the next chapter then.