AN: Hi guys! So… Nobodies actually voted on the poll yet… So I can't reveal John's new nickname just yet.
A few days later, a message appeared on the notice board informing us that the First Years flying lessons were coming up. Apparently, all four Houses would be having them together since the year was so small. The notice triggered a heck of a lot of boasting from just about everyone about their feats on broomsticks, with Drakey and Jay being the worst offenders until I called Draco out on his bullshit in front of the whole Great Hall, I know for a fact he's never seen a helicopter, other than the fact that I had been hit right in the noggin by one when I was visiting a museum and walked right into the stupid thing… That was the only time he saw one.
Unfortunately, Hermione was being a bit of a pain by spewing hints and tips to anyone who would listen. It got so bad that I had to cut in.
"Hermione, enough," I said, cutting through her lecture, "You're not helping anyone with all this."
"What do you mean, Malfoy?" She asked, shooting a glare at me.
She still seemed to be fixated on the idea that I was Dark and hated Muggleborn's because of what she'd read, despite numerous pieces of evidence to the contrary, like the fact that I had slapped one on the ass… Actually no that makes it sense that she would think that, but she was hot ok?! I couldn't reach anything else… I also don't think it helped that I had quickly proven that I was just as smart as her in lessons and had actually managed to get an Outstanding Plus on a piece of Homework where she had got an O. The Extra marks had come from me making a point to discuss and analyse the question and what was written in the text books, also making many jokes to help it stay interesting, rather than just answering it with information quoted from the text.
"Hermione, you can't learn to fly from a book," I said, "Just like you can't learn to ride a bike or play a sport. You need to actually do it. The tips can be helpful, but it's better to experience it yourself." I told her, trying my best not to make a sex joke, and visibly straining.
The bookworm glared at me, before flouncing away, her nose in the air.
"I don't know why you bother Virgo," said Blaise, "She's a lost cause."
"Oh, I don't think so," I said, "She just needs to learn that books don't hold all the answers." I knew that it would be difficult, but all I would have to do to change her mind would be Lockhart, or hopefully something else in this year.
"If you say so," said Blaise, before going back to the Slytherin table as the post arrived.
"I seriously think you h-h-h-have a problem Virgo, this is weirder than the time you and Rie tried to use magic to become you're OC's." Kyara said as she drank out of her goblet.
"Shut up Character." I said quickly, embarrassed by it. "We were just trying to find out, besides, your OC is weirder. Seriously… A demon that possesses everyone that it can?" I pointed out to her.
I glanced up as Erebus, Mum's huge, black eagle owl, landed next to me with a bulging package of sweets. I removed the package and gave the owl a piece of bacon and removed the package. After opening it and giving the box of cauldron cakes it contained to Holly, who seemed to have developed a minor addiction to the chocolate treats, I glanced over at the Gryffindor table and saw Draco approaching. I sighed and stood.
"Excuse me for a sec," I said, before moving to intercept my idiotic, and formerly awesome character to change the personality of, twin, grabbing his wrist before he could snatch Neville's Remembrall.
Dray snatched his hand from my grip and spun around, glaring at me, which I responded to with a blank look.
"What's going on?" Asked McGonagall.
"Nothing professor, just a little fight between twinsies," I said, not taking my eyes of my brother.
Draco scoffed and marched away with his bookends.
"Thanks Malfoy," said Neville.
I looked at the shy Gryffindor in surprise, having not expected a thank you.
"Your welcome Longbottom," I said, "But ah, call me Virgo?"
Neville nodded.
"Then you can call me Neville."
I nodded, before an unwelcome voice reached my ears.
"What do you think you're doing here Slut?" shouted Jay around a mouthful of bacon and eggs.
"Stopping my brother from making a fool of himself again," I replied with a grimace.
"Yeah right," scoffed Fisher, "Why don't you go back to your own table?"
"Gladly," I said, before turning back to Neville, "Talk to you later Neville."
The Longbottom Heir nodded and I returned to the Ravenclaw table to find Holly licking her fingers clean of the chocolate residue from her cauldron cakes.
Yeah I should explain about the slut thing shouldn't I? I have a bad habit of flirting with any hot chick I find, other than family of course, I don't want any inbreeding, well any more inbreeding… Jay found out once when we were in the middle of an argument and I had gotten distracted by a hot chick, drooling a little. So he started to call me a slut, whore, any other sexual derogatory term you can think of…
At three-thirty that afternoon, Kyara checked for me, we joined the other Ravenclaw's and the Gryffindor's as they hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for our first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, perfect for flying. The Slytherin's and Hufflepuff's were already there, stood at the two lines of broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. I'd heard some of the upper years complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.
We took our places as the teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, Gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk that I had to wonder if it was from her Animagus form or something.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
I glanced down at my broom, noting the huge crack that ran up it, making a mental note not to fly to high, lest it broke while in the air, again refraining from a vagina joke.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom and say 'Up!'" Said Hooch
"UP!" everyone shouted.
My broom instantly jumped into my hand...and promptly snapped in half. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I WANNA FLYYYYY!
"Oh dear, not another one," sighed Hooch, "Still, at least it snapped now and not while you were in the air. Stand back for a moment Miss Malfoy, you can share with one of your classmates."
I did as I was told, leaning against the castle wall as the rest of the class tried to get their Brooms to respond. Hollys had already jumped into her hand, but was one of the few that did. Hermione's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all. I sighed and fiddled with my focus ring distractedly.
"FLIGHT MODE, ACTIVATE."
I jumped as the Focus Ring suddenly spoke, the heart symbol starting to glow white and the gem starting to glow black, before a pair white wings of energy appeared on my ankles and lifted me a few inches above the ground.
"Huh, OK, that's interesting," I said confused, the book had only mentioned a few things that could happen but I had no idea this was a thing that could happen.
I touched down before anyone could notice my short flight and looked back towards the class who were too occupied by the lesson to notice either my flight or the ring's speech powers.
Madam Hooch was showing them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end while walking up and down, correcting their grips.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my mark — three — two —"
Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle, twelve feet, twenty feet.
I narrowed my eyes, before looking at my ring quickly.
"I don't suppose you have anything that could help?" I asked.
Silence responded.
"Fuck…" I cursed before seeing Kyara pull her knife out and create red strings that caught Neville as he started to fall. "Ok that's cool…" I muttered in awe.
Kyara stared at her knife in shock while John nodded like he had planned it all out.
Hooch grabbed Neville and took him to the Hospital wing for a calming draught, anyone would need it after that happened…
Draco's laughter drew everyone's attention to him.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
Some of the other Slytherin's joined in. There seemed to be an interesting divide in the House of the Snake between those who were real Slytherin's, the Neutral's, and those who followed my brother, who seemed to mostly be the offspring of former Death Eaters.
"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinslu- I mean Parkinson… "Never thought you'd like fat little cry-babies, Parvati."
"Look!" said Dray, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.
"That's enough Draco," I said, stepping forwards, "Give it to me."
Everyone stopped talking to watch. Draco scowled.
"No Virgo, I think it would be better if I kept it," he said, "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about… up a tree?"
"You're acting like a cunt," I said warningly, but was ignored as Draco leapt onto his broomstick and took off.
I sighed as he flew away until he was hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called.
"What a twat…" I muttered, "Accio Remembrall."
Draco yelped as the glass orb shot from his hand and flew into mine.
"Here."
I handed the Remembrall to Hermione.
"Give this to Neville the next time you see him."
Hermione looked surprised as I walked over to join Holly where she was standing with the rest of the Ravenclaw's.
The next few weeks until Halloween passed with little to nothing of interest happening. Well, that's not entirely true. After saving him from a broken wrist and Remembrall, Neville joined our little group of friends for our weekly sessions in the library. Every week, Kyara, John, Daphne, Blaise, Tracey, Holly and I would all get together with a few others from Ravenclaw in the Library to do our homework and study. With the addition of Neville to our little troop, also Hermione seemed to be coming around to the idea that I wasn't the same as my Brother, although she still seemed weary about me. She also appeared to be doing a lot of reading into Focus rings if the books I saw her with were any indication, but wasn't getting very far. Not that I was that surprised. Books on Focus rings were rare outside of the libraries of Wand makers and those who possessed them. It seemed to be annoying her. I sorta regretted telling her about the Ring a week ago… She'd finally cracked and asked about it.
Anyway, time continued its relentless march and before long it was time for Halloween and we woke to the smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors which, while delicious for the first couple of hours, soon became rather sickly. However, Professor Flitwick soon took my mind of it when he announced in Charms that he thought we were ready to start making objects fly, something I'd been very interested in learning since my last attempt had caused the feather I was using to lodge itself in the ceiling of the Common Room. Flitwick had banned me from practicing them until I had better control of my magic and he taught them in lessons after that incident.
Getting back on track, Professor Flitwick divided us up into pairs to practice, putting Holly and I together, while Daphne and Tracey were another, Kyara and John were together, letting me listen to her squeak, and Blaise was put with Draco, much to his displeasure. Jay was put with Hermione and Ron, as expected and I made a mental note to make sure she didn't end up in the Girls loo, well Ron was with them 'cause he would be alone otherwise.
"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual, "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too. Never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest." To be honest I never really understood that, there isn't an F in the spell so… How would that work? Did they get it backwards or something?
It was rather difficult. I had much better control over my magic than the last time I tried this, but the tiny amount of magic the spell required meant that if I wasn't careful I could very well do some serious damage. Holly was having less trouble though and managed to make the feather lift up a few inches after a few tries, earning Ravenclaw ten points and a glare from Hermione, who was trying to tutor an ungrateful Jay.
"It's no wonder no one can stand her," he said to Dean Thomas after class let out, "she's a nightmare, honestly. It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends!"
Someone knocked into me as they hurried past and I was unsurprised it to see it was a crying Hermione. I was about to tell Holly to go after her and give Jay a piece of my mind, and maybe my hand if you know what I mean, but before I could, she had already stormed up to Jay and given him a solid smack across the face.
"Ow, what the hell was that for?" Asked Jay, now sporting a very nice hand print on his cheek.
Instead of answering, Holly was already running after Hermione. I was tempted to follow, but before I could, John grabbed my arm.
"Don't bother Virgo, she'll be fine," he said, "Besides, she'll need someone to take notes for her in the next lesson."
I nodded and followed my housemate to our next class, a bit impressed that he spoke for once. I needed to give him a nickname…
Holly and Hermione didn't show up for the next lesson, or for the rest of the afternoon and, by the time dinner rolled around I was getting worried.
"Oh don't worry Virgo," said Padma Patil, "Parvati saw them in the girl's bathroom on the second floor. Apparently they've spent the last few hours getting to know one another."
"Huh, sounds like we'll have a new friend by tomorrow," I mused, "Now why do I feel like I've forgotten something..?"
At that exact moment, the doors slammed open and Squirrel, I mean Quirrel, came sprinting into the room.
"TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS, TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!"
He stopped halfway down the hall, panting for breath as everyone's heads swivelled to look at him.
"Thought you ought to know."
He fell forwards in a dead faint.
"Oh right, that," I said as everyone started screaming.
It took several rainbow firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.
"Prefects," he said once he had our attention, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!" Ah yes, another fuck up by Dumbledore! Cue Jazz Hands.
Everyone started doing as the Headmaster said. As we reached the second floor, I fell to the back of the Ravenclaw's and slipped off in the direction of the girl's bathroom, hoping to get there before the Troll, I had never actually been there before since I had the protagonist's power of not needing the bathroom ever. Unfortunately, it seems that I was too late as a truly foul stench reached my nostrils, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean. I turned the corner, just in time to see the Troll stump past the end of the corridor and into the girl's bathroom. It was a horrible sight which, like many other things I'd experienced, was on a completely different level to how it appeared in the film or books. Maybe it was because I could smell the damn thing as well?
Anyway, I ran down the hall and reached the bathroom, just in time to hear a terrified scream. I kicked the door down and ran inside, pulling on the ring as I went. Inside I found Hermione and Holly cowering against the wall opposite, looking scared out of their wits as the troll advanced on them, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went. Despite looking terrified, Holly had her wand out and looked ready to do her best to protect herself and Hermione. The troll raised its club, ready to crush the girls.
"Protego!" I shouted, as a familiar object appeared in front of the two as a shield that made the club bounce off of it. How the hell did the Burnt Pan turn into a Protego?!
The hulking brute grunted and raised its club to try again.
"OI!" I shouted, throwing a chunk of wood at the Troll, "Over here you big lug!"
The Troll turned to face me and let out a threatening growl, taking a few steps forwards, its club raised. I swallowed and took a ready stance, channelling my magic into my hands as I tried to use a very popular technique. "Kame… Hame…" I started to say, hearing Kyara and John enter the room and Kyara facepalm. "HAAAAA!" I yelled as a blast of blue energy shot out of my hands and through the Troll's chest, tearing a bloody hole through it and killing it, forcing it to the floor.
I grinned as the beam vanished. "Yeah, fuck you ya cunt!" I shouted in victory, before sighing to try and relax, walking over to where Holly and Hermione were staring at me in awe.
"Are you two alright?" I asked as the barrier version of the Burnt Pan around them faded.
"I-I think so," said Hermione.
I was about to turn to Holly, but before I could, she tackled me in a hug, knocking me on my ass.
"Ow."
"You stupid idiot!" Said Holly as she cried into my chest and breasts, "What were you thinking!?"
"Hey, don't worry about me," I said, rubbing her head, "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."
"Idiot," she muttered.
"Um, if you don't mind, can I ask you something?" Asked Hermione, looking uncomfortable.
"Depends on the question," I said.
"I've never seen spells like that," she said, "How did you do it?"
"She didn't, the Protego was a spell but I'm no-o-o-ot s-s-s-s-s-sure what happened with it, the blast was because Rie watches anime with her…" Kyara explained with a sigh.
"Hey! You know you want to go super saiyan!" I argued with a smirk.
"No, because I'm not a weirdo."
"You're the weirdo!" I shouted at her, as we started to argue over anime like always.
In the background, I noticed John smile a little at the sight of our argument.