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Chapter 7
"Welcome to your first flying lesson!" Madame Hooch announced.
All of the first years were standing out in the Quidditch field, lined up with a broom beside each of us.
"Okay," she addressed us all. "To pick up your broom, you must place your hand above the broom and say 'up!'"
Everyone stood still, staring at one another.
"...you may begin," she said.
"Up!" Harry and I said together, the broom flying up into our hands.
Ron looked at us with a raised eyebrow and said, "Up!"
The broom flew up and hit him square in the face. Harry and I burst into laughter.
"Shut up!" Ron laughed, rubbing his forehead.
After a few minutes, everyone had a broom in hand.
"Okay, now you will mount your brooms..." Madame Hooch started, pausing for a moment to allow us to get on our brooms. "Now, when I blow on my whistle, I want you all to push gently off of the ground for a moment and return to the ground."
She reached for her whistle, but everyone's attention was directed to my right. Neville, thinking that he might need a head start, slowly began to rise off the ground.
"Go back down, Mr. Longbottom!" the teacher instructed, but remained airborne.
"Neville, get down!"
"Neville!"
"Mr. Longbottom!"
Neville soared through the air, his broom doing spins and flips all around the field. All of the Gryffindors ran after him, but were unable to keep up with his broom that was constantly changing direction. Suddenly, the broom flew straight
over the castle and Neville fell off of it, catching himself momentarily on ledges, and fell onto the ground.
"Everyone stay where you are," Madame Hootch said as she rushed over to where Neville had landed.
"Are you all right?" she asked him, helping him off the ground.
"Ow!" he yelled, grabbing at his wrist.
"I'm going to bring Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing," the teacher said. "You are to all stay on the ground. If I see any brooms in the air, you'll be out of here faster than you can say Quidditch..."
Madame Hootch walked off of the field with Neville, everyone remaining silent while she was still in view.
"What is this?" Draco said walking to where Neville had been moments ago.
"That's a remembrall...it helps you remember things!" a big Slytherin named
Goyle said.
"I know what a remembrall is, Goyle," Draco snapped. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass."
All of the Slytherins laughed.
"Give that to me, Malfoy," Harry said holding his hand out.
Malfoy laughed, "Why don't you get it yourself, Potter."
Malfoy grabbed his broom and went up into the air with grace.
"No, Harry!" Hermione yelled as Harry got onto his broom."You'll get expelled!"
He flew off after Malfoy.
"What does he think he's doing?" Hermione asked me.
"No idea..." I muttered looking after my brother in the sky.
They were apparently speaking when, suddenly, Malfoy suddenly threw the remembrall away from them both. Harry flew after the small ball quickly.
Draco landed a few feet away from me, smiling in satisfaction.
"Really?" I asked him, crossing my arms. "Was that completely necessary Malfoy?"
"I believe it was, Potter," he said casually as he walked over to Crabbe and Goyle.
I looked back up at my brother who was about to collide with a wall. He came to a quick stop and held up the remembrall.
The Gryffindors cheered as Harry made his way back to the crowd.
"That was brilliant!" Ron said.
"Nice catch," I said patting my brother on the back.
"Thanks," he said, half laughing.
"Harry Potter!" someone yelled.
Everyone stopped cheering and looked over towards the entrance of the field. There stood Professor McGonagall. Harry looked at me, his eyes wide. He handed me the remembrall and walked slowly over to the teacher and off the grounds.
"What did I say?" Hermione said, throwing her arms up. "I said, you're going to get expelled Harry! So what does he do? He goes off and-"
"Hermione," I interrupted.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
Ron laughed just as Madame Hootch returned to the field.
"That was dreadful," Hermione mumbled as we all left the field.
Hermione, to everyone's enjoyment, was an awful flier. It appeared that if their
wasn't a book explaining the proper way to do something, then Hermione was lost. Ron didn't do bad and apparently I was considered a natural by both Ron and
Madame Hootch. The only person that did equally as well as myself was Draco Malfoy, who bragged continuously about it.
"I am only fabulous because my father provides me with the best equipment," he said to a group of admirers as we made our way to the castle. "Maybe one day you could attempt to reach my level, but it may take years."
"Please," Ron muttered.
"Have a problem, Weasley?" Draco snarled.
"Not at all, Malfoy," he snarled back.
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"She's letting you be the Seeker!" Ron yelled when we saw Harry at dinner. "They never let first years on the Quidditch team!"
"Yeah, they told me that training is going to start soon," Harry smiled.
"Congratulations, Potter," Snape said walking up behind him. "Try not to fall off your broom...that would be a pity..."
He glanced at me for a moment, suddenly looking sad, but walked away.
"What's this that your on the Quidditch team Potter?" Draco walked over to our table. "Who'd you have to pay for that one?"
Crabbe and Goyle laughed.
"Shove it, Malfoy," Harry snarled.
"Say it again," Malfoy growled walking closer.
"You heard me," Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Well if you think that you're so tough, then I challenge you to a duel," Malfoy said. "Who's your second, Potter?
"Wh-" Harry began.
"I am," Ron intervened.
"Then it'll be in the trophy room at midnight," he spat and went back to the Slytherin table.
"What is a second?" I asked Ron.
"Oh, it's the person that takes over for you if you die in a duel," he said grabbing a piece of chicken.
"Well, that's comforting..." I said looking a Harry.
Sorry that this chapter is kind of short, again, I've been having a lot of homework. It'll probably be like this for a little while and I want to apologize in advance. Hope you liked it! Please review!