The beach isn't crowded at all, in fact. It seems that the beach was closed due to some irritation sand which is being inspected by professionals. The campers were mainly guys, excpet four witches. They seem to be older than me, except one. She seems to be the same age, maybe younger.
One by one, the campers mounted on their broom and flew away. I tried following. I mounted on my broom and tugged on the front. Yes. I was raised a few feet, but instantly fell back down. Grumbling, I did the same thing but had the same result. Over and over I tried but nothing came out of it. Embarassed, I went to the person who was supervising the mountings. He was a young, handsome man with a yellow collared polo shirt, and a denim jeans, with a whistle around his neck.
Red-faced, I muttered-,"I can't fly."
The guy just smiled at me. He looked over my shoulders, looking like he was looking for something. I turned around to look. There was only two students left. Wait. One. The other just left the ground and...-
Blood drained from my face. My hearted knocked hard against my chest once more. My breathing became hard and unsteady.
Malfoy. He was here. Standing just a few meters away from me was Malfoy.
He was right about to mount on his Nimbus broom, not realizing I was in his presence. The councelor suddenly blew his whistle, making Malfoy turn his head towards our direction. Oh crap.
He was still; obvious he was as shocked as me. The counselor gestured him to come this way, and he obeyed. I watched him all the way as he made his way to stand next to me, while he looked like he didn't see me at all.
"Yes sir?" He asked.
"Mr. Malfoy, correct?" Asked the counselor. Malfoy nodded. "Well, it seems this young lady needs assistance on getting to the island. Seeing as how there isn't anyone else here, and your broom is capable of handling two passangers, would you please assist her on the island?"
My eyes widened. I could feel Malfoy stiffening.
"Sir please, isn't there any other way?" I pleaded. The counselor just kept on smiling.
"Actually, aren't you two from the same school? Hogwarts?" He asked. I nodded. "Well then. This is perfect. You guys would be in the same team anyways so this is a great opportunity to bond. Mr. Malfoy, I believe you know the way. Good luck." And he walked off.
Malfoy kept still, and so was I. After what seemed like eternity, I heard him mutter-,"bloody counselor."
I turned to him ever so slowly. My breathing was still heavy and unsteady. He got onto his broom quickly. I stood still, looking at him. What a pointy face. I didn't know what to do. Should I get on? It wasn't my broom though, and I know he wasn't pleased at all. I wasn't either.
"Get on." He instructed. His voice was cold and disgusted. I gulped and got on. He raised a little higher. Oh no. Oh no. I'm feeling sick. Oh no.
"Um, Malfoy?" I asked. He didn't reply back. "I just want you to know that I, erm, I'm scared of heights."
We were only a few feet off the ground. My legs clung around the broomstick and my hands choked the small part of the broom given to me.
"So?" He asked.
"Well, um, I might get sick."
"So?" He asked once more. I started getting annoyed.
"So? So, be nice!" I hissed. He scoffed. He levetated higher and higher. I became dizzy and gripped onto the broom harder than ever. Malfoy sped just a little, making me shriek. Malfoy flinched.
"Geez woman, don't you ever be quiet?" He slowed down just a bit.
"I've told you, Malfoy, I'm scared of heights!" I cried.
We started to hover over the ocean water. It was still the green part of the ocean, nothing that magical. Malfoy gradually gained speed, and once he thought I was comfortable enough not to scream in his ear, he exploded his speed. I wasn't expecting this at all and lost my grip.
My head dangled off the broom, leaving only one of my leg clinging on the broom. Thankfully, I wore jeans. Malfoy noticed my dilemma, slowed down, and pondered a little. Help me up, stupid!
He held out his hand, which I greatfully accepted.
"Thanks Malfoy," I muttered.
"Don't mention it," he said. "Ever."
Good, because I won't.
"Look, I'm really tired and want to go to sleep. Can you handle more speed?" He asked. His voice did seem tired, but still cold. I was still trembling from the last experience.
"No, sorry, I don't think I can."
He sighed. His speed made it seem like we weren't making any progress at all. I looked below me. We were flying over the blue ocean, tiny waves splashing about. I could barely see the counselor at this point. The fresh water smelled good and, well, fresh. I inhaled and exhaled. I inhaled once more, but smelling peppermint as well. Confused, I started sniffing around me. I guess I was pretty loud with my sniffing.
"What the hell are you doing?" Malfoy asked.
"Nothing," I said.
We were silent once more. We were still going pretty slow. I was actually enjoying this, excluding the part being on a broom belonging to a Malfoy while an actual Malfoy steers it. The sky had a few clouds dabbed on its light blue surrounding.
"I'm going to go faster," he said. I tried to open my mouth, but he already sped off. Surprised, I flung my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. He seemed to be a little stiffened by this. I shrieked once more.
"Granger, get off of me!" He yelled. We were still flying pretty fast. I tightened my arms around him.
"Malfoy, I can't," I managed to say.
"Fine then, but I'm going to go faster for this," he hissed.
I grunted, and surely, he went faster. Way faster than I'd expect. My cheeks were extremely numb after the first few minutes. Soon after, I just closed my eyes shut hoping the ride would be soon over. My stomache seemed as sick as my head... Oh no...
"Granger!" He shouted. We came to an abrupt stop. He whipped his head towards me. Whoops. I accidentally vomited on him, actually his neck. "What is the matter with you?"
Frustrated, I took a hankerchief I had in my pocket and attempted to wipe them off. "I told before, I was afraid of heights, and obviously speed." I stroked my hankerchief on his neck, retrieving a handful of my vomit off of him. He snatched it from me, and tried doing it himself. By the end, my hankerchief was covered with my inside. I did a quick spell and it became clean once more. Ugh, why didn't I think of this before?
I said the same spell but aimed for Malfoy's neck. He seemed stunned by what I did. His neck stopped reeking like my mouth. I grinned, and looked at Malfoy. He didn't seem pleased at all.
"What do you thing you're doing, Mudblood?" He hissed. I turned red-faced.
"I tried helping you, something normal people do!"
"Really? Then why are you doing it?" Sarcasm filled his voice clearly. "So this is the day a mudblood has contact with me. Worst of all, it's Granger." He said this to no one in particular.
"Do you have to refer me as Mudblood every time?" I said, feeling a little hurt. I was fine with a few here and there, but if every sentence has that word in it, it just gets to be too much.
"Considering it's you, yes."
My eyebrows came together. Ugh!
"Look here, mudblood. I want to get this over with. Just hold on to me while I fly," he said, trying to be calm. "Scream, and you go overboard. Got it?"
I raised my eyebrow, but he turned back around and started accelerating. Hmph! I tightened my grip around his waist, and placed my head on his back. We didn't say anything to each other. Soon enough, we arrived at the shore of the camp.
Author's Note:I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. I've already written a few more chapters, which I will upload soon, but I do hope you readers would leave comments. I'm a new writer who would love to hear some critisism as well as praise. Thanks, and the third chapter would be posted soon enough. Thanks again.