As the quartet walked outside of the castle, Emma realized that they were having flying lessons with Madame Hooch. She was most excited, with at least having flying lessons for Quidditch this year. Even though she can't play Quidditch, she can still practice for next year.
Apparently, they also had a class with the Slytherins, in which was not all bad. Well for Emma, the rest of the Gryffindors aren't to fond about having another class with them.
They formed in two lines, Emma was next to Hermione, who was next to Harry then Ron. Everyone had a broom in front of them, laying perfectly straight at their feet. The same goes for the other line, with Draco right in front of her. She ignored the looks he was giving to her, and just chat with Hermione. That was until Madame Hooch walked towards the middle of the lines as she appeared.
"Good afternoon, class." Madame Hooch greeted looking at both sides of the lines.
"Good afternoon, Madame Hooch." The first years greeted back at her.
"Welcome to your first flying lesson. What are you waiting for? Step up to the left side of your broomstick." I can't wait to play Quidditch next year. She thought. "Come on now, hurry up. Stick your hand over the broom and say, 'Up'." Madame Hooch instructed them.
Emma outstretched her pale hand over the broom, and it went straight to her hand, and she instantly smiled brightly. She turned and saw Hermione trying but couldn't do it. She looked over to Harry and heard him say "Up" and it brought the broom to his hand. Emma turned in from of her and saw Draco smirking with pride. Draco was trying to impress Emma with his quick abilities with magic, to make up for his ego.
However, she just rolled my eyes and looked to Ron. He was trying to bring it up, but it hit him square into the face as he rocked his head back in pain, bring his hand towards his face. It was hilarious, Emma and Harry couldn't stop laughing.
"Shut up, guys," Ron whines as he was rubbing his forehead. They soon stopped laughing, and Emma and Harry share the same wide grin. She turned and it looked like everyone got the hang of it.
"Now, once you've got a hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight. You don't wanna be sliding off the end. When I blow the whistle, I want you to kick off from the ground hard." Oh, I'm so ready. She thought. "Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle, One, two.." Madame Hooch said, but before blowing the whistle Neville zoomed right into the air. He was flying out of control, and she gasped since he wasn't in control.
"Mr. Longbottom," Hooch called after him.
"Neville." Emma shouted and some of the Gryffindors as well.
Neville looked like he wasn't in control, so Emma discreetly uses some of her air power to try and control the broom. But, he was moving so swiftly and before she could stop him, he was slammed against one of the walls of Hogwarts.
Emma winced a bit, imagining how would Neville feel like at the moment. He then was heading towards them, and everyone got out of the way, as he flew to the tunnel. With this action, she stopped controlling to broom making him fly faster than better. She then tried again, but he flew straight up in the air, that was until he slipped from his broom.
He was hanging from one of the statues of Hogwarts, and everyone started to run towards him. Emma was in the front, and she saw him starting to slip from the statue, as it started to rip the robe. Then, suddenly he was free falling to the ground but stopped by a lantern. He then slipped again, Emma quickly made him slow down his fall. However, he landed very hard and Madame Hooch started running towards Neville, and everyone made aside.
"Everyone out of the way!" She exclaimed, and she bends down to check Neville.
"Oh yeah, it's a broken wrist. Poor boy. Come on now, up you go. Everyone keep your feet onto the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand?" Hooch announced. I should have been faster. I could have helped him better. She mentally argued with herself. But what she didn't know, was that Draco heard every word.
"If I see a single broom in the air.. the one riding it will be expelled before they can say Quidditch," Hooch said as she and Neville walked through the crowd.
Since Emma was in the front, so reached out to touched his shoulder. This caused Neville to turned around. Emma gave him a small smile, and he did as well, but what he didn't know was that she gave him some of her healing abilities to make his wrist heal faster. Draco envied Neville at the moment, so he tried doing something idiotic.
As they walked away, she heard Draco say, "Did you see his face? Maybe, if he had squeezed this, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass." As Draco finished, he laughed and some the Slytherin's too. Emma, however, was not amused by his insult towards Emma. She saw him grabbed Neville's remembrall on the ground, in which infuriate her even more.
"Give here Malfoy," Harry demanded as getting closer to Draco.
"No, I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Draco got on his broom circling around like a vulture waiting for its prey.
"Draco, give it to me." Emma hissed at him with a harsh glare. He smirked at her, "How about, no?"
"How about the roof?" Draco mocked as he gets higher in the air. "What's the matter, Potter? Moore? A bit beyond your reach?"
Underestimate me Draco? Oh, that'll be fun. She smirked to herself. Emma looked at Harry and he looked back at her.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked him, wondering if he's going to say yes.
"I think so," Harry answered with determination in his eyes. She nodded and outstretched her hand and the broom went up to the balm of her hand.
"Harry, Emma no way! You heard what Madame Hooch said. Besides, you two don't know how to fly." Hermione exclaimed.
"Don't worry about us, Mione. Besides, I know how to fly literally, alright?" She explained as Harry flew up in the air, with Emma following him. She took off before Hermione would have time to retort her with a smart-ass comment.
She flew with ease, and they flew towards Draco, "Give it here Malfoy," She yelled before Harry finished her sentence, "or we'll knock you off your broom!" As Harry zoomed pass Draco to get the remembrall, but dodged it.
"Is that so? Have it your way then." Draco said as he tossed Neville's remembrall far away.
The ball fell slightly and Emma zoomed towards it, discreetly using her flying ability to fly even faster. Harry was right behind her, ready to catch her in case she fell off the broom. However, she caught the ball barely, because it was so slippery in her hand. Emma quickly threw it to Harry. Who caught it with ease before almost hitting one of the buildings, so they fly back down, with the wind whistling their hair.
Everyone started to cheer and ran towards them. Emma was smiling, because she pointed Draco and Hermione to not underestimate me. Harry was grinning because he could finally try to impress Emma, yet Draco again was not happy how he failed. And Draco Malfoy never fails. He will soon find out about Emma Moore.
"HARRY POTTER! EMMA MOORE!"
Emma swears she felt her blood grew cold, and her hair turned white, for a bit then back to normal. She nervously turned to see Professor McGonagall storming towards them. Emma glance at Harry, who was shaking with fear, slightly. She then realized something horrific, "Are we going to be expelled?"
"Follow me." That's what all McGonagall said as she walked away. Leaving no room for argument for them.
"But, it wasn't their fault, it was..." But before Ron could finish, Emma shook her head at him telling him it was fine.
They started to walk with her, but she could hear Draco and some Slytherin's snicker at them. Emma shot him a harsh glare, and he gulped before she turned back to follow McGonagall.
Draco was thrilled that Emma was probably going to get detention or something worse. Yet, he felt somewhat guilty of what he did, he just wanted to impress Emma. He would just have to wait until he hears something about her.
Hermione and Ron on the other hand were in complete utter shock. Both their new best friend would possibly have the worst punishment ever. Hermione was trying to figure something out, while Ron was blaming it all on Draco. He was about to lash out at him, but Hermione stopped it before he was going to lunge forward.
"Don't it would only make things worse," Hermione exclaimed at him, struggling to kept him on hold.
"Worse? What's worse is that both our best friends are taking the blame rather than him." Ron explained as he pointed his finger at Draco accusing him. He then shook off Hermione's hand around his arm and walked away from her.
"Just don't do anything rash, alright?" Hermione sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing.
"No promises." Ron simply said, and the class was dismissed, going there own separate ways.
They walked through the corridor, and she saw Harry shaking like a leaf, so she grabbed his hand, and he calmed down from her touch. She gave him a smile to cheer him a bit. Harry was currently blushing since he didn't ever imagine holding hands with a girl.
Finally, they stopped in front of a classroom. McGonagall opened the doors crack and poked her head in.
"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, may I borrow Wood, Flint, Griffiths, and Davies for a moment?" She asked. Emma was confused about why she needed these people?
Soon, four boys came out of the classroom, and Emma took a good look at all of them. This made Harry a bit jealous, since Emma was looking at the older boys, put it aside for now.
Emma assumed they are all fifth years. The one in Gryffindor was tall but slim and has short brunette hair. The one in Slytherin was also tall, but his teeth were crooked. The one in Ravenclaw was slim and was easily the tallest out of the four. Especially, since he has the nicest blue eyes, she's ever seen. (AKA Asa Butterfield).
Emma blushed a bit since her hair turned Magenta for a bit. And lastly, the one in Hufflepuff, who also was slim built, and also have the nicest blue eyes (AKA Logan Lerman).
Now, she can't decide who had the nicest blue eyes. Emma would think the one in Ravenclaw. They all looked confused, and so were they.
"Potter this is Oliver Wood. Wood— I found you a Seeker." She said pointing at Harry.
"And Emma meet Oliver Wood from Gryffindor, Marcus Flint from Slytherin, Roger Davies from Ravenclaw, and Henry Griffiths from Hufflepuff. You four— I found you a Chaser." Emma smiled a bit since now she gets to play with her brother.
"But, professor how is this going to work, if we have to share a Chaser?" Roger asked, the others agreeing with him.
"Well, I believe it can go in order. So first Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and lastly Slytherin." She simply said.
"Are you serious Professor?" Wood asked bewildered, looking at Harry and Emma.
"Absolutely. I've never seen anything like it before. They're both naturals! Was this your first time on a broomstick, both of you?" McGonagall asked us, smiling.
Emma shook her head, while Harry nodded his. I think I know where this is going. She thought to herself.
"Emma here, dropped about fifty feet and that thing and threw an amazing shot at Harry who caught it at a spectacular dive. Didn't even graze themselves. Charlie Weasley and William Moore couldn't have done it any better." McGonagall said, nodding proudly.
Wow, who knew my dad was that good at Quidditch? But, then again it runs in the family. She said to herself.
The captains all stared at them, like if they became the best thing in the world.
"Ever seen a game of Quidditch before, Potter, Moore?" Wood asked. Emma nodded her head rapidly and turned to Harry.
"Well, we'd have to get them decent brooms through, Professor, Nimbus Two Thousand, I say." Wood suggested looking at them.
"I'll speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can bend the first year ban rule. After all, they're extraordinary. Emma will practice with Harry then she will go to her other teams." McGonagall explained.
She nodded, but then noticed that all the boys were looking at her. She immediately felt uncomfortable with the stares but tried to hide it. Emma was confused, but soon after they were excused to leave.
Harry and Emma walked away, and they were still trying to process what just happened with Professor McGonagall. Soon, Ron caught up with them, and Harry was explaining what happened with McGonagall.
Ron seemed shocked on what Harry just told him. He looked between Emma and Harry, still couldn't believe his eyes, that his new friends are Quidditch players.
"Seeker? Chaser? But, first years never make the house teams. You two must be the youngest players in—" Ron asked.
"A century" Harry cut off Ron. Emma nodded and added, "According to McGonagall."
"But, Emma you're in all the houses, which team do you go with?" Ron asked curiously. Emma stopped, then walked forward.
"Apparently I go to all the house, but I would take turns for each house." she simply stated.
"Wow, you're the first to be a Chaser in all houses," Ron said amazed. Well, especially since his best friends is both a Seeker and Chaser is more overwhelming than anyone can experience.
Emma just nodded her head and kept walking. George, Fred, and her brother were behind them until she felt someone brushed her shoulder gently.
"Well done, Harry and Emma. Wood just told us." Fred said, walking next to Harry.
"Congrats Em, you get to play Quidditch with me this year," Justin told her.
Emma smiled, "I know as I told you when we went Diagon Alley."
"Em, I have a feeling someone has an eye for you," Justin said as he smirked. Emma gave him a confused look as we kept on walking, "What do you mean by that?"
Justin leaned into her ear whispering, "Some captains of Quidditch, apparently are under your Veela charm, sis. Every time, I get to class Roger from Ravenclaw and Henry from Hufflepuff kept talking about you."
She laughed wondering if it was true.
"As if brother, maybe they're boasting about having the best Chaser in a century." she joked, yet her brother did not laugh.
"Really, I didn't know that looks would help with playing Quidditch," Justin said seriously, looking at her. "Anyway, I have to go, so you later Em." As he gave her a quick hug before leaving.
Justin was still wondering how his little sister managed to play Quidditch during her first year. Even, he tried to play his first year, yet nothing happened. Making him wait till his second year, where he became Chaser then Keeper.
Emma turned to see Fred and George leave, as they walked to the Great Hall for dinner. After a while, they finished eating their meals and walked towards the dormitory.
But, Malfoy and his goons showed up and walked towards Harry.
"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?" Draco asked. Emma glared at him, to think how he would say such a thing.
"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," said Harry coolly to Draco. Emma smirked at Harry's comment.
"I'd take you on anytime on my own," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only - no contact."
Harry looked a bit confused, at the part "Wizard's duel". Draco seems to notice his confusion and continued.
"What's the matter? Never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose?"
Of course, he has," said Ron. "I'm his second, who's yours?"
Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up. "Crabbe," he said. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked."
When Malfoy disappear from sight, they looked at each other, with different expressions.
What is a wizard's duel?" Harry asked at them. "And what do you mean, you're my second?"
"Well, a second's there to take over if you die," said Ron casually.
With one look on Harry's face, he looked like he's seen death before. So, Emma added quickly, "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway."
"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?" Harry suggested.
"Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.
"But, it's wands only, no contact." Emma reminded Ron, knowing it wasn't going to end well.
"Excuse me." A voice said as they looked up. It was Hermione.
"I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying -"
"Bet you could," Ron muttered. Emma laughed silently on what Ron said. Always being the sarcastic one, like herself.
"-and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of the points you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It's really very selfish of you." Hermione points out.
Obviously, Emma detected a hint of resentfulness in her tone. It was probably because she was angry how it's unfair to do something so selfish, only caring about themselves, in which may cause a problem later on.
"It will be fine, it's not like we are actually going," Emma explained, but winked at Harry, who understood what she meant.
"And it's really none of your business," said Harry, agreeing with Emma. Ron nodded with them realizing what was going on.
"Good-bye," Ron finally answered.
They left Hermione behind, and Emma requested, "I will see you guys later before midnight. Alright?"
"Alright, see you later Em." Harry waves as she walked to her dormitory.
"Mate, do you really think we should let her go?" Ron asked curiously, walking to the Gryffindor dormitory.
"Of course we should. Why not?" Harry questioned, looking around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation.
"It's just that I don't think she will be capable of protecting herself. I also heard a rumor that some boys are drooling on her." Ron replied back, feeling a bit envy about the rumor.
"One thing about Emma is that she doesn't care about what people think about her, and I think she can protect herself." Harry stormed off, faster than Ron. Ron started to catch up with him and asked in disbelief.
"Are you jealous or something? Cause I can see it in your eyes, Harry."
"Of course not, Ron that's ridiculous. She's just my, uh, first girl best friend." Harry stutters the last sentence. Ron caught on what he was saying. Harry was also jealous of the rumor going on.
"Well, she's also mine, Harry. Come on let's go to rest, then meet her later tonight."
Harry nodded, still wondering what was Ron clearly asking him. Well, for one he did like Emma since the train ride, but so did Ron. It may seem like they were both "in love" with her. But, in reality, it's her Veela charm attracting the boys every day. Like a sailor listening to a siren angelic voice and looking at a creature, beautiful beyond compare almost like a goddess, luring him to his ultimate death.
Emma finally got back to her room and was setting up her alarm before midnight. She knew it was going to be thrilling as she takes a small nap.