Let's imagine that flying is a required course.

Chocolate Frog Card: (Gold) Troll: Challenge: Incorporate someone receiving the grade Troll in your story.

Gringotts: Hermione/Zacharias [Hermione - Pairings]

Ultimate Hermione Pairing Challenge: Hermione/Zacharias Smith

February Event: 17. chocolates (object) [10 points]

Word Count: 367

"Hey," Zacharias said tentatively at his girlfriend's prone form. "How are you feeling?"

"Awful," her muffled reply came back. "I'm smart, and talented and yet I can't ride a broom to a suitable standard."

"I'm sure it isn't that bad," he attempted to reassure. He flinched at her glare when she rolled over on her bed and stared at him.

"I received a troll." His jaw dropped and eyes widened in shock. Madam Hooch was a flying fanatic and was known to be strict and determined but he'd never heard of anyone failing that bad. "She told me to never pick up a broom again unless my life was in danger, and even then, I should try and find another way."

"Hermione," he tried.

"No, Zach," she cut him off. "Flying is in our blood, or so she says, and I can't even do that! I'm the only witch in history!"

"I'm sure you're not," he told her, moving to lay on the bed next to her. She shuffled closer and wrapped an arm around his waist, holding on for comfort. "There are probably others in the past that have experienced a bad grade and there will be some in the future. You're scared of heights, it's a phobia that many people have, I can't blame you for being bad at something you dislike."

She sniffled. "I don't like it," she agreed.

"I know. Which is why I brought you something to cheer you up."

She tilted her head to get a better look at him and he smiled cheesily, holding up a box of chocolates which he'd managed to hide from her view until then.

"Ta-da!"

"Ooh," she cooed, sitting up quickly to take the box from him. It had been a special order, filled with all of her favourites. He watched with amusement as she tore the packaging eagerly to get into the box and bit into the nearest chocolate. "Mmm," she groaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "I forget how good these taste."

She offered him the rest of her bitten chocolate which he accepted, licking his lips and her fingers.

"Tastes almost as good as you," he commented, winking.