Chapter 5 - Flying

By: HermionePotter

Commons Room

Katrina tapped him lightly on the shoulder and Seamus sighed. I so don't want to deal with her crazy ramblings right now! He ignored her incest tapping for a few moments until she got annoyed and threw the textbook she was currently reading at the back of his head. He saw black stars dance in front of him.

"Oww!" He hollered. He bent down and picked up her textbook for her despite his better judgment. As he picked up a note fell out with his name on it. He glanced at her for permission tom open the note as he handed her the textbook. She nodded that it was okay and he opened the note. The "note" was detailed plan on how they should go about getting Harry and Hermione to not be friends anymore. He looked up at her. He looked back down at the plan and back up to Katrina again.

"Okay." He said simply. "I'm in." Katrina smiled in an evil way.

"Good. We should commence part one this evening at dinner." She stated and he nodded. They both went back to doing their potions essay.

Meanwhile down at the Quidditch pitch

Hermione watched as Harry practice with the rest of Gryiffandor Quidditch team. He's really spectacular at Quidditch! She felt as if she hadn't seen Harry in about two weeks, even though it had only been a couple of days! That's why she was sitting in the stands alone while the rain soaked her to the bone. How can he even see the snitch in this weather? She wondered as he zoomed around the two goal posts chasing after some unseen-by-just-the-human-eye speck of gold. He just barely missed the quaffle as it was hurled toward the goal posts. Hermione gasped in fear for him. He could be killed if that hit him! Harry reached out and grasped something small. The team captain blew the whistle, congratulating Harry for capturing the snitch, and ending practice. All of the tired, wet, hungry, Gryiffandor team players gladly stepped off their brooms and went into the teams' tent. All except one. Harry did fly down to the ground, but he didn't hop off his broom.

"Hermione! Come on!" She quickly walked down the remaining bleachers smiling. She walked over to him quickly.

"I don't know, Harry." She said slowly. "I'm afraid of heights, that's why I don't fly, remember?" She said, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He kept persisting.

"I remember, but Hermione you don't know what you're missing out on! Besides which, do honestly believe I'd let anything happen to you?" He asked in all seriousness.

"I KNOW you won't let anything happen to me." She replied before climbing onto his broom in front of him. She felt slightly dizzy as he kicked them off the ground. It's just because I'm scared of heights. It has nothing to do with the fact that Harry's arms are around me or that fact that I'm practically sitting on top of him. She told herself firmly. He held onto her tighter as he steered them higher and higher up. She became light headed again and made the same statement in her head. Finally, Harry decided they'd gone high enough and he leveled off. He looked closely at Hermione face and noticed that her eyes were squeezed shut so tight that it twisted her face.

"Open your eyes, 'Mione. It's so wonderful up here." Harry whispered in her ear in dulcet tones. She had to open her eyes once he whispered that to her. She opened her eyes and was amazed at the amazing sight before her. She could see for miles. The lights of Hogsmeade twinkled in the distance.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Hermione whispered in the same tone Harry had used.

"Not as beautiful as you." Harry proclaimed without thinking. Both Hermione and Harry turned bright red, but neither commented. Harry took off at a fast speed and Hermione gasped as wind rushed at her. He slowed down and then stopped above the black forest.

Hermione stared at the magnificent stars twinkling above them. The stars seemed to be winking at mischievously, just like the weird twinkle in Dumbledor's eyes.

"Harry, thank so much for taking me up here, it's so…" Hermione couldn't think of the right word to describe it. Harry nodded.

"I'm glad you think so." He commented slowly taking them back to the Quidditch Pitch and landing lightly on the ground. He helped Hermione off his Firebolt then got off himself. He grabbed his broom and the two friends walked to the tents to put his broom back.

"So…" She started slowly not really sure if she wanted to know the answer to the question she was about to ask. "What did Katrina say when you took her up there?"

"Well, actually, you're the first person beside myself to ever ride on my broom." He said blushing more and more with each word until finally he was bright red. He placed his broom where it belonged and they started toward the castle. Hermione swelled with pride at being the first person Harry ever allowed to ride on his broom.

"Thank you, then, for allowing me to share in such a wonderful and personal thing." Hermione replied when they reached the main doors. Harry just smiled in response and held the door open for her.