Let It Go
13/100
"I don't think so."
"Please love? It will be fun," Draco pleaded.
"Fun!" Hermione scoffed, "Oh yes, there is nothing at all like the thrill of falling three hundred metres to your death…let's go."
"Really!" Draco said, jumping off the couch.
"You didn't think I was serious?" Hermione said disbelieving, surely Draco understood the concept of sarcasm.
"Weren't you?" Draco asked.
"Of course not," Hermione said, "I've told you a million times, and I'll tell you once more. There is no way in hell you are getting me anywhere near that flying death trap you so fondly call a broom."
"Come on love," Draco pleaded, "It's perfectly safe…"
"Safe!" Hermione snorted, "Don't you remember in third year Harry falling through the sky, it was only lucky that Dumbledore was there that day. Who knows what would have happened otherwise."
"That was because of the weather that day," Draco reasoned sitting back down, "and I can't imagine the Dementors helping Potter at all," and with that Draco started laughing.
"What is so funny?" Hermione asked, "Does the idea of my best friend falling to his death after being tormented by those foul creatures amuse you so?"
"No that's not it," Draco said, still chuckling to himself, "I was just remembering what me and the boys got up to that year."
Hermione thought about it for a moment, "Oh, when you dressed up as a Dementor?" She shook her head, "Bloody pathetic that was," she smiled.
"Hey we planned that for days," Draco said, "Don't mock the plans, not my fault the others were complete imbeciles. Plus I don't think Vince could really handle having Marcus on his shoulders, lump and a half he is."
"Well, it was still a mean thing to do," Hermione said quietly turning back to her book.
"So are we flying or not?" Draco asked.
"Not."
"Wrong way to phrase that," Draco said, "Are you going to come out with me?"
"No."
"Hermione, come on!" Draco whined, "It's absolutely gorgeous outside, imagine how nice will look from on high."
"I imagine it will be quite lovely," Hermione said, turning a page in her book, "I imagine it will still look nice as I hurtle towards the ground as I fall."
"For the I-don't-know-now-what-time. I will not let you fall," Draco said earnestly.
"You have absolutely no control over that," Hermione replied, "Just let it go, I'm not going to go on that broom with you."
"…but you'd go on it with him." Draco said quietly.
"What?" Hermione asked, "Who? Draco I haven't been on a broom since the disaster of a class in our first year."
Draco didn't answer. He just turned to face the other way.
"Ron?" She asked, realising she was right by the way his body stiffened. "Did he say something?"
"No."
Hermione sighed and put her book down, moving over to him, "I thought you'd gotten over all of this," she said as she sat down on his lap, "Ron is just a friend, that is all he ever was, and ever will be."
"I am over it," Draco said quietly, resting his forehead against hers, "The bastard just rubs me the wrong way."
"Well I dare say the feeling goes both ways," Hermione smiled.
"I imagine it does," he answered.
"And besides, you don't need to take me on a broom to fly," Hermione said quietly. "You take me flying all the time…"
"What do you mean?"
"We fly in our own special way," Hermione whispered, "And I wouldn't want to with anyone else."
"What…oh!" Draco grinned at her, "So you want to go flying now?"
Prompt: Flying
