So I didn't realize it but it's been a year since I written anything to this. My bad? I didn't realize it, but after I review I got today I decided to read my works. And you don't want to hear the rest. But so much has happened this past year. I promise that I'll be more vigilant towards this and my other stories (: As always, I don't own Harry Potter. But I do have Hermione's wand!
"You know Hermione that you don't have to do this at all right?" Harry said for the 9th time. "I don't mind teaching you, but you look a bit pale." He added after seeing her face whiten even more at their destination.
Pale was an understatement, Hermione wasn't white, but translucent. Her nerves were shown as her façade broke. The mask broke for a moment and was replaced with deep calming breaths.
"That's right, just take deep breaths." He encouraged while backing away slowly. "I'm just going to get the brooms, sit here on the pitch. Give me two minutes!" Harry called over his shoulders as he raced towards the broom shed.
Within minutes Hermione found herself mounted on a broom, frigid with fear and an anxiety attack on the horizon. "Harry, I can't do this!" she gritted though clenched teeth. She curled around the broom for support, never leaving the ground.
"I see." He said in a deadpan voice. "How 'bout we start even smaller. I will fly with you." Within moments, he mounted himself in front of Hermione. After situating themselves, he pushed off into the air rising no more than 6 feet. "Hermione, you can open your eyes. We're just a few feet in the air." She slowly unclenched her arms from his waist, going from a deathly-i-am-going-to-die grip to a no –way-am-i-letting-go-of-you-Potter grip. Still painful, mind that. After opening her eyes for a moment, she relaxed at the height, fear leaving her face.
"This isn't bad, why was I scared of flying?" she asked incredibly as though the thought never crossed her mind. "Go a bit faster Harry, just not too h-IGHHHHHH!" Her voice grew louder as Harry began to gain speed and height around the pitch. Perhaps a firebolt wasn't the best starter broom. Harry went into his seeker mode even with Hermione screaming bloody murder into his ear. Burrowing into Harry, the friends gained speed and corkscrewed towards the sky. Leveling out, they flew out of the pitch, flying towards the lake at top speed, disturbing students. Looping around their favorite lake tree, students dived out of the way to avoid a collision, not wanting to boy-who-lived to become the-boy-who-lived-and-died-on-a-broom.
On the other side of the lake, Ron happened to be eating one of many sandwiches provided by Dobby. Disturbed by the noise, he looked towards the mass of students running away from the flying broom. Squinting, he poked and asked Ginny, "Is that Harry with Hermione screaming bloody murder?" Ron tilted his head, examining the scene closer hoping that would help solve his question.
Looking up from her revision, she hummed in agreement. "I believe so, 'mione asked Harry for flying lessons. She did ask me at first, but I'm swamped with OWLS. Something about impressing a boy?"
Immediately, Ron's mood changed into a surly temper, intent on murdering the boy Hermione was impressing. Muttering under his breath he finished his sandwich and began his fourth one, planning a 'devious' plot to murder the said boy. Oh the irony. Giggling, Ginny went back to work, saving that piece of information for Harry. At least Hermione's plot was working, even if it did swerve a bit off course.
10 minutes later the said boy was running away from Hermione, dodging pushing students out his way and into her path. Anger curled around her, face contorting into one of murder. "Harry Potter, I will personally see that this broom is no longer functional if you never do that again. I SAID A SMALL RIDE, NOT A ROLLERCOSTER ACROSS HOGWARTS!" Again, Hermione took deep breath and in a sharp whisper she said, "The boy-who-lived is about to be the-boy-with-a-concussion in three, two one." Spitting as though a Weasley firecracker, Harry raced to the safety of a broom closet, keeping an eye on her through the marauder's map for the next few hours.
After two days, Hermione was seen on the quidditch pitch with Ron giving lessons instead of Harry. Perhaps it did work out in the end. Although Ron's plot was never put into use, he recycled it for Harry one unsuspecting day afterwards. The antlers were left on for a full three weeks.