Hello everyone! You probably recognize the title and first chapter of 'Flying Lessons' from Starflower-Gems' profile. Well, she has graciously allowed me to continue onto the story. I hope you like it and if you have any suggestions don't hesitate to tell me them!

He kissed you.

'No he didn't!'

Of course not, he just drew his lips across yours and played his tongue across your teeth. But he didn't kiss you

Hermione was rather beginning to hate the little voice in her head.

'He didn't kiss me. He was just…'

Just what? Kissing you?

'No!'

What do you call it?

' H-he… he was probably giving me CPR. I did almost drown, you know.'

Sure he was. If he was giving you 'CPR', why didn't he stop when you woke up?

'Just shut up!' Hermione shrieked in the middle of the hallway, drawing the eyes of several students.

She blushed crimson, ducked her head and continued walking rather hurriedly.

She spotted a familiar carrot topped head in front of her and hurried to catch up to him.

Ron turned to look at her, 'Why's your face all red?'

'I… umm… no reason.'

He shrugged and continued talking to a black haired male Hermione knew rather well. 'So you're saying it's missing?'

'Yeah,' Harry Potter answered, 'I don't understand it, one moment it was there, and I came back from Potions and it was gone!'

'What's gone?' Hermione asked.

'My firebolt.' Harry said.

Hermione choked, emitting a wet, smacking sound. Both boys turned to look at her quizzically.

'I- I think I got the last question of Flitwicks test wrong.' She forced herself to say, 'I'll go ask him about it.'

She hurried away, bumping into Ginny. She glanced at Ginny and hurried away without apologizing.

'What's with Hermione?' Ginny asked.

Ron shrugged, 'Probably the same thing that's wrong with you.'

'What's that?'

'She's a girl.'

…………

'I can't believe I kissed a- a mudblood! What am I? Some common Weasley? Do I have no self respect?' Draco raged at himself in the empty dorm room.

'Even if…' Draco stopped. He had been about to say,' Even if she isn't all that bad-looking.'

She had looked rather pretty, with her hair splayed around her like a chocolate halo. Her face had been white- almost creamy and her lip had quivered just a little from the cold.

He shook his head violently. What, was he mooning over a common, filthy mudblood? It was worse than that, if his father ever found out, he would be disowned for the family. Not that he'd give it a chance. No way was he going to run after her! No way… unless… no, there was no 'unless'! She wasn't good enough for him, even if she were pretty.

'Pretty? Did I just call Granger 'pretty'?' Draco asked himself, horrified.

He groaned, 'What's wrong with me.'

He decided to go for a walk to clear his head.

…….

'There it is!' Hermione breathed in relief.

Harrys' firebolt was there all right, hovering lazily beside the Womping Willow, just out of reach.

Hermione pulled out her wand, 'Accio Firebolt!'

It came all right.

'Augh!' Hermione had to duck as it came whizzing for her face. When she straighted, she saw it awaiting her a few feet away.

She caught up with it and looked down at it. It was none the worse for wear and looked like new.

'I wonder…' No one was around; maybe she could try once more. She'd hated that there was something the boys were better at than her.

She held her hand over it, 'Up!'

It jumped to her hand and she smiled grimly. It was now or never.

She bent her knees, remembered what happened last time and decide to play it a little easier. She tried to hop and was delighted to find herself airborne… until the broom flipped upside down.

As she struggled to right the broom, she condemned it and all brooms like it to hell.

When she was finally righted, she felt herself sliding. She gripped the broom a little bit harder and squeezed her knees. The broom took off like a shot.

She jerked upward and found herself flying at an incredible rate she jerked it back down and found herself heading for a figure standing on the steps.

' Get out of the way!' She cried, clinging to the broom for dear life.

…….

Draco had found the walk anything but relaxing. He had tripped and fell in a puddle of water, had been soaked by Peeves and hadn't even found one first year to make fun of.

Here was something. A blur was heading towards him. He squinted

A broom… brown… hair! Brown hair. Wait a moment… only one person he knew had hair like that.

He could make out the terrified face of Hermione Granger as she speeded toward him, mouthing what no doubt were prayers to live.

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