The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Mess-Up-The-Plot

by MaidOfLife-abandoned

The memory of Tom Riddle gestured dramatically at the unconscious Ginger by his feet. "It's pointless to try to save her, you know. I'm stealing her magi-" "Don't care." "...What?" "Nope, she stole my favorite quill last week. She can fend for herself." Crack. No pairings.

11. In Which Hermione Cheats

In Which Hermione Cheats

Quirinus Quirrel's face scrunched up in confusion as the Gryffindor Seeker continued flying around the quidditch pitch. The broom was cursed! It should be jerking around in the air like a drugged up troll! The brat should be dangling by his fingertips and crying for his Mum—oh, well, crying for help anyway. Even if someone like Dumbledore had managed to counter the curse, there should have been some indication that all was not well!

The Defense teacher glanced covertly at the old fool, but his ever-twinkling eyes gave away nothing amiss. It appeared Dumbledore had nothing to do with the odd turn of events.

After re-casting the curse no less than six times, the failure of a Death Eater resigned himself to watching the rest of the game before being punished by his Lord. Still, he wondered what could possibly be more powerful than a curse invented by the Dark Lord himself?

Meanwhile:

One thing that Quirrelmort didn't know was that Harry always flew like a drugged up troll. The fact that Harry was on the quidditch team was a combination of Hermione being brilliant (and pitying), and Harry being a lucky bastard.

Hermione was never one to condone cheating, but honestly, the first time Harry flew, his frizzy-haired fellow Gryffindor had been half convinced that the laws of physics were crying somewhere off in the universe. At one point, Harry had been sitting backwards on the broom and spinning in circles (no, not flying in circles, definitely spinning. Like a pinwheel.) whilst upside down.

Hermione still wasn't sure what to do with the knowledge that such a feat was possible. And that it actually looked far more graceful than one might have expected. As it was, The-Boy-Who-Almost-Died-In-A-Horrible-Brooming-Accident-During-His-First-Flying-Lesson was sitting on a regular muggle broom, happy to be flying and blissfully unaware that Hermione was levitating him around the pitch.

I apologize for being a lazy little shit and not updating frequently. But hey, 4/20, National Marijuana Day! Also Easter, but I feel like drugs are more relevant to this story. In other news, if anyone has sent me PMs that I haven't responded to, that is because I am a shitty person. I'll try to respond soon, but right now I am tired and off to bed.

EDIT: Partial credit for this chapter goes to aspygirlredo for suggesting a chapter about Quirrel jinxing Harry's broom.