SNAPE WAS NOT PLEASED, AND TOLD HERMIONE TO SIT DOWN AT ONCE.

"Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" Professor Snape asked, after listing all the answers to his previous questions.

A horrible potions class for the Gryffindors ensued, after Snape has taken a point from their house.

Snape had deducted another point from Gryffindor after Neville caused a huge disruption in class.

"You, Potter. Why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor." Professor Snape said, hovering over Harry.

"Professor Snape! I'm sure Harry didn't mean to make Neville look bad!" You tried saying.

Snake's stern look softened slightly, as he turned to face you.

"Ah, L/N-there will be no need for you to cover up Potter's mistakes." He said, before his expression hardened once again.
"And you, Potter. Don't expect L/N to cover up for your wrong doings in my class." Snape scolded.

This was so unfair that Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ron kicked him behind their cauldron.
"Don't push it." he muttered. "I've heard Snape can turn very nasty."

After that horrible class, you left the gloomy dungeon.

You waved goodbye to Harry and Ron, who hesitantly waved back before leaving.

The next day came, and just like any other, you started the morning with a smile.

You rose out of bed happily, stretching your arms.

"Good morning!" You said, smiled at your roommates.

A few of your roommates murmured a 'good morning' or just groaned in response.

You quickly got dressed, and because you had to wear a uniform, you made sure to wear some pink accessories.

You did this all, while humming the same song to get you ready for your perfect day.

"And pink goes with everything!"

You picked up your hair brush and started to comb your already perfect hair.

"Beautiful from head to toe
I'm read' to go, you know, you know!"

You put on your Hogwarts robes.

"It's pink, good enough to drink!"

You picked out some accessories to wear, and put them on.

"We like all the colors, but pink just looks so good on us!"

You took one last look in the mirror, giving yourself a smile, before turning around to leave.

In the Gryffindor common room was a poster stating the Gryffindor's flying lesson with the Slytherins.

You brightened at this. You were very excited for the class!

After making your way down to eat breakfast and exchange good mornings, you sat yourself down beside Harry.

Neville had gotten a remembrall, and was trying to remember what he was supposed to be remembering.

Then, it was suddenly snatched from him by Draco.

Harry and Ron sprung up, but you pulled them down by their robes.

"No fighting!" You said. "And give Neville his remembrall back!"

Draco scowled, before glaring at Harry.

"Just looking..." he said, before disappearing off.

Later that day, you and your classmates had reached where the flying class was to be held.

20 brooms lay on the grass, awaiting someone to fly them.

Madame Hooch had instructed them to open their hand above the broom, and say 'Up'.

You repeated that word, and your broom...

didn't move an inch.

In confusion, all your excitement disappeared.

Why hasn't it worked?

Your broom wasn't the only one that hadn't move, but you were very confused.

It should've worked. Because everything you did always did.

"UP!" You repeated, and this time it rose into your hand.

Madame Hooch corrected everyone's grip, before beginning her instructions.

"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 forwards slightly. On my whistle – three – two –!"

But 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. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and –
WHAM – a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay, face down, on the grass in a heap.

His broomstick was still rising higher and higher and started to drift lazily towards the Forbidden Forest and out of sight.
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.
"Broken wrist..." Harry heard her mutter. "Come on, boy – it's all right, up you get."

In concern, you quickly rushed to Neville's side.

"Madame Hooch, I can assist him to the hospital wing." You said.

"An angel you are, girl. Help him up with me, can you?" Madame Hooch asked.

You helped rest him against yourself, and supported him as you left with Madame Hooch, who turned to warn the class about staying on the ground.

Harry felt a ping of jealousy run through him at the sight of Neville leaning on you.

He wasn't the only one.

During dinner, Harry was very excited to brag about what had happened to you.

He had quickly told Ron about becoming the Gryffindor seeker, then turned to talk to your instead.

"And I caught it just like that! And now I'm going to be the youngest house player in a century!" He told you.

"Wow, Harry! That's amazing! I wish I was as good as you on a broom! I'm excited to see you play in a match!" You quickly replied, matching his energy.

"You'll cheer for me, right?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I will!" You responded.

Just as you were talking, Fred and George joined the conversation to congratulate Harry.

While doing so, they introduced themselves to you, over exaggerating a deep kneeling bow before kissing your hand.

You giggled, but Harry and Ron didn't even smile.

They had hardly left before Draco and his two tag alongs swooped into the picture.