Unexpected Love || Hermione x Male Reader ||

Chapter 5

"Its a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things — this tells
you if theres something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red — oh . . ." His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, . . . he had forgotten something . . .

"You've forgotten your robes Neville" I told him and he just muttered an 'oh'.

Just then Draco ,who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his
hand. Me,Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight Draco , but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"Whats going on?"

"Malfoys got my Remembrall, Professor."

Scowling, Draco quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.

"Just looking", he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind
him.

At three-thirty that afternoon, me ,Harry and Ron, along with the other Gryffindors hurried
down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a
clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down
the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the
grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the
distance.

The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Our teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. Everyone stand by a
broomstick. Come on, hurry up.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom,"called Madam Hooch at the
front, and say "Up!"

"UP!" everyone shouted.

My broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Grangers had simply rolled over on the ground, and Nevilles hadn't moved at all.

"Up, Up" Granger said while getting frustrated as she was not able to get the broomstick to move. I saw her struggling and suggested her.

"Granger take a breath , close your eyes, clear your mind and say 'UP' firmly"

"UP" I heard her say and her broom came into her hand. And she smiled at me.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows 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 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 Hoochs 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 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 facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.

Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.

"Broken wrist", I heard her mutter. "Come on, boy — its all right, up you get."

She turned to the rest of the class.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or youll be out of Hogwarts before you
can say Quidditch. Come on, dear."