Ron's POV

We have flying next. While Harry's all worried about embarrassing himself in front of Malfoy, I'm even more worried about embarrassing myself in front of Liliana.

Okay, erm, I um, I may or may not fancy Liliana. She's just so cute and smart and all. But I'm only starting to be friends with Harry. What would he say if I told him I fancied his sister?!

Liliana stands next to the first broom she sees, which happened to be on the right of *barf* Hermione's. Unfortunately, Harry takes the spot beside her, which leaves me the last spot left, which is beside on the right of Harry.

The flying instructor, Madam Hooch, tells us to hold our right hand over the broom and say 'Up'.

Harry's broom flies into his hand, followed by Liliana's.

"Up!" I shout.

WHAM!

"Ow!" It hit me smack in the face. Harry laughs.

"Shut up, Harry," Liliana scolds as she drops her broom and rushes over to me. "Are you alright, Ron?"

"I'm fine," I reply, feeling embarrassed. Liliana runs her hand down the part of my cheek where the broom was a few seconds before. I felt my face heat up as I stare into her attractive eyes. The were a beautiful emerald green colour with hints of hazel blue. I felt lost in them...

"Neville!" Liliana suddenly cried. I look up into the sky where Neville is soaring around screaming...and zooming back!!!!!

As Neville approaches, I grab Liliana's hand and duck away quickly. She pulls me with her and follows the rest of the students to where Neville was now lying on the ground.

We discover that he's got a broken wrist. Liliana winces at the sight of Neville's pain.

"Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch."

Malfoy snickers. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse." Only then did I see Neville's remembrall in his hand.

Liliana tensed in anger. I realized that I was still holding her hand, so I gave it a squeeze. She glanced at me and gave a forced smile, but it still looked beautiful on her.

Harry steps forward. "Give it here, Malfoy!"

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How 'bout up on the roof?" He soars off and hovers high in the sky. "What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

Harry grabs his broom and runs, getting it. Liliana twists out of my grip and does the same, only Hermione stops her.

"Liliana, no! Madam Hooch said we're going to get expelled if we do! Besides, you don't even know how to fly-" she was cut off when Liliana shouts. "I'm going for my brother!"

She joins Harry, who's now in the air, across from Malfoy.

Me, Hermione, and the rest of the students watch as Harry zooms after the ball. Liliana follows not far behind. They're amazing on brooms! I can't believe Harry said it was his first time flying!

Soon, they return, with the remembrall in Harry's hand. We cheer for them, but I'm worried about Liliana. She was so skinny and light so I was scared if the wind blows her away.

I quickly pull her aside. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I was so scared for you!"

She smiles the most dazzling smile in the world. "I'm fine, Ron. Really"

"HARRY AND LILIANA POTTER!" McGonagall's firm voice orders. "Follow me."

Liliana's eyes widened as she and Harry followed McGonagall into the castle. I started a talk with Seamus and Dean because I didn't want to listen to Hermione's rants about how Liliana should've listened to her.

Liliana's POV

Ron pulls me aside. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking very worried. "I was so scared for you!"

I smile what I hope is a comforting smile. "I'm fine, Ron. Really."

"HARRY AND LILIANA POTTER!" McGonagall's firm voice orders. "Follow me."

Me eyes widened as Harry and I trailed after McGonagall into the castle. I really should've listened to Mione. Truly.

Harry held my hand as we walked, but I only felt the faintest bit reassured.

But instead of going to Dumbledore's office like I'd expected, we stopped in front of a classroom, which I recognised as Professor Quirrell's. He's inside holding an iguana while teaching, stuttering as usual.

Professor McGonagall approaches the class and stops. "You wait here," she tells us. What is she up to?

"Excuse me, excuse me, Professor Quirrell. Could I borrow Wood for a moment?"

Oh. Y-yes, of course." A boy who looked around fifth year gets up and follows Professor McGonagall back to us.

"Potters, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I've found you a Seeker and a Chaser!"

A WHAT?! Did she just say Seeker and a Chaser?! We're on the team! Yay!

"But, Ms. Potter, this is completely up to you. You are indeed a Ravenclaw as well." Oh. "But you may still join both teams if you wish," Professor McGonagall added.

"Okay, I accept!" I chirped.